Picking Hera

I had my eye on a quiet girl because she was one of the few that didn’t gawk or laugh at me yet. She had long black hair and pale white skin and blue eyes. Her name was Hera. She was the lone daughter of a merchant and lord. Although she wasn’t as pretty as Elena, she had a handsome face, long nose, a rather long face, and a well-built frame with giant bosoms that moved sensuously whenever she spoke.

Elena stared at me expectantly as I walked towards Hera. I watched Elena while I approached Hera and it looked like none of the guys would approach her or initiate with her. Two of the male students asked if they could use the instructor, which they both nodded in agreement to and asked Elena if it was alright since she would be the lone female left out. She haughtily told them she would pleasure herself to reach the aether. It would be better than any of the half-dicks in the classroom anyway, she said. It was then that I noticed for the first time, that Elena looked very lonely. Her friends were the kind that never seemed interested in her, only her father and the glory of their own houses. Her brother, though loving, never paid her any mind. And the boys always looked to avoid her, in fear of her father, the King and the fear of his wrath on their lower houses.

I ignored this momentary lapse of empathy for that bitch cunt and went to my task and over to Hera and pulled her ribbon and said, “Let’s get this over with.”

Hera looked a bit shocked when she picked me and nodded. She lay down on the grass with her knees up and her legs spread out. She parted them and I reached down to part her panties. She didn’t make much of a sound or any resistance as I placed myself in her cunt. It was warm.

Hera was, in rather kind words, a cold fish. She laid there on the grass like a porcelain doll while I penetrated her, her staring blankly at me on the grass, the large breast shaking with her soft pale body. I watched around. Guys were in riding girls and girls were riding guys in open public. Elena was sat by herself behind a tree digging fingers into her cunt. Instructors rocking on top of students.

Hera spoke up, “Can you **** me?”

“Does that excite you?” I asked her, still laying on top of her with my dick rhythmically going into her.

She blushed and looked away and nodded.

I placed my hands on her neck and gently squeezed it, not wanting to hurt her.

“Harder,” she said softly.

I squeezed her neck a bit harder. I quickened my pace. At this, Hera massaged her bountiful breasts and rubbed herself. My body was pressed up to her, her cunt became wetter and wetter the more I choked her.

“Harder please daddy,” she said more frenzied. Her eyes were now rolling back as I ground up against her **** her harder, her breathing becoming more rapid and frenzied.

I could feel it coming close and withdrew from her wetness and turned around so my face was facing her feet and my cock was near her face. I moved down and pushed my cock into her throat with her lying down and me facing her cunt and writhing as she began to rub her clit and I shoved my mouth down her throat. My dick spasming in her mouth and semen pouring into her.