Kick in the pants

Your cock is softening in her tight warm core and you enjoy the feeling of her soft body pinned to the ground by your muscled torso. Slowly you roll over onto your side and your cock withdraws from her warm sheath. As it pulls from her it leaves a bright red line on her white thigh, proof that you were the first man to sample her. That was certainly the best fuck of your life. You consider the girl at your feet, she had resisted you fiercely when you first claimed her but by the end she was moving with your thrusts and her wet pussy was gripping you as you took her.

Your fingers slide over her smooth belly and past her soft brown curls until they reach the wet lips of her cunt. You had given no thought at all to bringing her pleasure, but now that your lusts have been partially quenched you wonder what she would look like as she came. The girl is startled as your fingers find her hard nub and start to tease it. Her grey eyes seem surprised that a man could know of this secret place, and one of her hands covers yours in a half hearted attempt to stop you. You ignore the weak fingers pulling on your hand as you continue to stroke her with one gentle fingertip. Years of experience with women quickly overcame her feeble resistance and her hand leaves yours to clutch at the soft grass. It takes very little time before her hips are rocking against your fingers and her thighs are opening and closing softly in response to the need in her loins.

Your fingers run along the crack between her cheeks drawing the moisture from her dripping slit and using the juices to lubricate her tight puckered hole. As tight as her pussy had been, her ass would grip you even harder. You cock is beginning to revive already as your fingers start pressing on her back entrance to relax her clenched muscles.

"No, please. Not there." Whispers the girl as you intentions become clearer. "You would never fit, I'd be split in two." Before you can test her claim, a long lance lands in the ground embedding itself almost two feet into the soft ground of the garden. A blue ribbon with letters inked on it is dangling from the grip of the lance.

Damn! The foliage is too thick to see the sky clearly, but you have no doubt that the spear was dropped by a Rider. Leaving the relieved girl on the grass, you move to the lance and read the three words printed on the ribbon.

“MOVE YOUR BUTTS!” You should have realized that the Riders would be watching your progress impatiently. The thirty minutes are just about used up.