'Tomar would be happy!' she exclaimed. 'He says I should have been lain years ago. But most men are afraid of him and what he would do. They were less a man for their fears. I wouldn't want them touching me, much less endure their lovemaking!'
Suddenly faced with the realization that he was about to have his first confrontation with a virgin in a very large number of years, he walked to the girl still kneeling by the fire.
'Would you like to show me how to put these sleeping bags together?' he said, holding his hand down to her.
The helping hand wasn't needed. A bundle of very pleased and very lovely almost-a-woman sprang up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips pressed against his in a loud and wet kiss.
'Thank you' she whispered. 'I knew you would be the one. I knew it!'
He grinned into the sparkling eyes before him, 'I'm the one that should be thanking you. It's not often I get an offer this hard to refuse… '
Her lips smothered his once again and her tongue flicked over his tongue.
When at last she pulled away, he continued. 'Somehow, I get the feeling that your father had some hand in this!'
'Oh, he did! As we left he said that if I returned a virgin from this trip, he would disown me!' she laughed. 'Now warm yourself by the fire while I prepare the sleeping bags.'
Slipping herself from his arms, she trotted to the bags and began to button them together. Completed, she slid into the one gigantic bag and signalled him to join her.
Chuckling to himself in disbelief, he did just that, thinking, I'm about to deflower this lovely, enticing girl to stop her from being disowned.
The rationalization did little good, and soon was forgotten as he felt Elf's warm body snuggled against his side.
'I want you,' she whispered softly in his ear.
His lips covered hers in answer. Teasingly his tongue parted her willing lips and darted into the warm sweetness of her mouth. As their tongues toyed and played with one another, his hands roved over the sleek, smoothness of her body, soothing and gentling her; yet at the same time, letting her know that he knew what was coming next and would lead her into pleasures that had lain dormant in her young body.
His every movement was slow and deliberate, allowing her time to get used to a man's caressing hand on her body. He had no intention of raping this girl who so openly offered herself to him. Tenderness was the key word to his foreplay. He was in no rush to ravish her. They had the night for their love-making, and if it took that long to have everything right, he would take it.
Unlike so many ignorant husbands back on Earth, he realized that his performance, not hers was what mattered tonight. The first sexual experience for a woman determined what would develop and grow later. For the man who hopped on, stuck it in and blew his balls, there was the reward of a totally cold, frustrated woman who hated the very thought of having sex. But for the man who was willing enough to care of his woman, to take the needed time to soothe her fears and understand the strangeness of the first sexual encounter, there was a woman waiting that enjoyed and needed sex as much as he did.
It was this knowledge that guided Ponkert's every motion. His mouth left her lips only when her breathing increased and she was ready for further stimulations. Then his lips, tongue, and teeth teased and taunted their way over the gentle slopes of her neck and shoulders.
When her moans deepened with desire and her body writhed its softness against his, he allowed his hands to tenderly slip from her back and arms, and lightly cup the young cones of her firm breasts. Likewise, there was no roughness to his manipulations. Soothingly, his palms and fingers stroked the silken-softness at the base of the twin peaks until they heaved with desire for his touch. Then he prolonged the light swirling of his experienced fingers as they travelled up the trembling mounds. His deliberately slow titillation of this willing girl brought whimpers of delight from her lips as his fingertips sought and found the quiescent nipples perched atop her proud breasts.
Awakened to the touch of a man, her body strained to increase its closeness to his. Trembling and quivering with a new found arousal, she moaned and nibbled at his ear, letting him know that what he was doing was good.
But all the pleasure was not hers. As he gave, he received. Aside from the fact that he had one hell of a desirable woman beside him, and one who wanted him, he was filled with the fact that he was igniting never- before-felt emotion and desire within her. Feelings and desires he understood and helped her to attain to the fullest.
Moving downward with his mouth, his lips and tongue replaced his hands on her sensually warming breasts. Once again she gave a series of whimpering little pleasure cries as his tongue lavished soft caresses over and around the sensitive buttons that his fingers had brought to a plump hard stiffness. When at last he sucked at the sweetness of her breasts, he did so gently, but with enough force that she knew he desired her as much as she did him. Moaning in deep satisfaction, her back arched to him trying to force more of the willing flesh into his mouth. An offer which he did his best to accommodate.
While his mouth busied her now fully sexually fired breasts, his hands stroked up and down the velvet like curves of her sides. As his fingers moved toward the firm flat plain of her young stomach, he soothingly danced little swirls to calm the quivering anticipation of the unknown.
Easily, his hand and fingers played and reassured her for his next moves.
Slowly, but with gentle determination, he allowed one of his hands to slide to the summery warmth of her supple thighs. The girl moaned with the new intimate contact of his exploring hands, realizing he was inching his way closer and closer to his ultimate goal. He fondled and teased the outside of her thigh until her legs spread to him, voluntarily and completely under their own desire. But still he soothed and assured her, not wishing to move in too soon.
Far from remaining motionless, her hands explored the muscular expanse of his broad back. She was thrilled as she felt the thick muscles roll beneath the manly feel of his skin. Almost in imitating fashion, she allowed her hands to follow the direction of his.
Lovingly she caressed the fullness of his shoulders, then drifted her fingers to the forest of hairs sprouting on his chest. Tickling her way through the curly mat, she found his nipples as he had found hers.
Lightly rolling them with the tips of her fingers, enjoying feeling them come alive under her ministrations and grow to hard little pebbles of desire.
Unhesitant about her explorations, she followed the path his hands were taking on her body, only on his. Her hands glided softly down his sides and played among the hairs on his hard stomach. Likewise, she rubbed the warmth of his thigh and even allowed her fingers to trace over the contours of his taut buttocks. Her pleasure soared as he moaned and pressed tightly against her. Gooseflesh rippled along her body as she felt the hard length of his sex roll aroused over her thigh. She realized that it was stiff and erect for one reason and only one reason-her!
Continuing his teasing caresses, he moved his palms into the warm softness of her inner thigh. As the girl he now controlled groaned with increased desire, he stroked over the tender smoothness. Higher and higher, he worked his hand, allowing her to accustom herself to its tantalizing touch. Then when she was prepared for it to move to her waiting mound of willingness, his palm floated over her vulva, barely tickling the auburn-coloured down there and repeated the same gentle caresses on her opposite thigh.
'Ohhhh,' she moaned in a throaty, aroused voice of passion. 'God, it feels soooo good. Please-please touch me!'
Then, and only then, did he allow his hand to glide to the waiting bulge of her mound of love. Lightly, he encompassed the quivering vulva with his hand, feeling the excited thrill of pleasure shoot through her body and exit from her trembling lips as pleading little whimpers.
His hand moved with a pressure that was no more than a soft petting of the silken down covering her sex. Gradually, as she moaned and writhed her approval, he increased the force of his fingers and palm to a healthy fondle. Her body trembled and quaked in response and was asking for more.
Obliging, he now massaged the willing mound in a steady almost kneading fashion. Her lips and teeth that nipped delightfully at his neck, told him that she had accepted his touch, loved it, and wanted more.
The dampness that welled from her newly excited depths and touched his massaging hand signalled that she
