What is a lonely girl to do with a handsome stranger?

It was going to be a beautiful, wonderful day I thought as I hummed to myself. Mom always said the world is what you make of it, no matter what anyone else thinks. I just wished there was anyone else my age to talk to. The town was sacked and most of its people left or died before I was born, but some people had come back in recent years since the horde fractured and began infighting after their last king died with no heir. Some of them even lived here now, but the closest person to my age was at least ten years older or younger than me leaving me constantly feeling alone.

And horny. I was so ready for a boyfriend and sex my womb hurt thinking about how empty it was. It was like my body was constantly telling me to fuck, but apart from little boys, there were only old men. I'll admit I even tried to seduce my Kempo teacher, Mister Honda, but his pretty blonde wife was clearly onto me and watched us like a hawk. He'd been easy enough to grab my boob as I faked not knowing how to do a specific grapple right, and with him behind me, I felt his wonderful erection and wiggled it between my butt cheeks, but that was as far as I could get. It was clear he'd cheat on his wife for me if he thought he could get away with it, but that was easier said than done.

That was why I went to the temple today, to pray for a man, any man, to make a woman out of me and scratch that itch that was bothering me so much. That and it was a beautiful place to watch the sunset and frig off my stress for the day. But as I walked in someone was standing here dressed in a long white robe and a veiled headdress. Seemingly more surprised than me he called out, "Who are you?"

"I'm Yamada and I live close to here. Who are you?" I spat with maybe just a little more indignation than I really felt, but he was the stranger here, not me.

"Oh... uh... I'm a... wandering monk," he said unconvincingly. How could he not know who he was unless he's lying! Was he a criminal, on the run from the law? "I'm here to... restore this old temple."

"Oh, yeah?" I said doubtfully at first, but he didn't sound too much older than me. Could he be my gift from the gods? Maybe they'd heard my prayer and answered it? He wasn't very tall and obviously not very smart, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and I decided to test him.

"Really? That's great!" I cheered and attacked, "Then you can christen me as a follower? I've been praying here my whole life."

"Oh, uh, sure," he said without thinking and I knew for certain he was full of shit. This temple was clearly open for believers based upon the writings on the walls that I'd read a thousand times over, and since it was built for a fertility god the only christening they did was sacrificing livestock and painting its blood on a store idol.

"Oh, thank you," I began grinning evilly as I removed my dress and quickly took off my small bra. "I've been saving myself for this moment and cannot wait to receive your blessing." Then in a snap, I got my panties off and displayed my beautiful naked body to him. Everyone said I was hot, but I still was self-conscious about my small breasts.

I stood there for a moment, but he didn't say anything and just was frozen like a statute. Either he was stunned by my beauty or he was scared stiff. Or maybe he wasn't impressed at all! Why wasn't he doing anything? He must think I'm still just a kid with these tiny tits! Damn it, say something, you idiot!

He continued to just stand there and I couldn't take it anymore. "I want to see it!" I demanded and pulled off his big baggy pants. Happily out popped his huge member, purple and already standing erect out from his crotch. Holy crap it's huge! Can that whole thing really fit in my hole? It might rip me open. Well, I guess if a baby can come out, and it was smaller than a baby... Now I was beginning to doubt myself, but I'd already come this far. If I didn't take a chance I might not have another, and there was no way I was going to die a virgin.

"Er, you should lick it to prepare it for the, uh... christening," he said cautiously as if he was still pretending to be a real monk.

I looked up at him and almost called him out on his lie and kicked him in that big dong of his, but now that he said that I actually wondered what it tasted like. "Uh, sure. I mean, of course," I tried to say calmly as if that had been the plan the whole time. Dropping to my knees as if in prayer I took a gentle hold on his hot dick with both hands and let my tongue touch his tip.

It didn't taste bad, maybe a little sweaty, but it was tolerable. The guy though seemed to really like it a lot and let me know when he tilted his head back as he groaned. That sound! I don't know why, but I found it really sexy and I was gushing my girl juices out from between my legs. I couldn't wait much longer, but I didn't want to scare him away by just jumping him.

"I'm going to... christen your face soon," he said in clear pleasure.

"No!" I almost yelled. Oh crap, I did yell at him.

"I'm sorry..." he started and looked like he was about to reach for his pants after I suddenly shot down his proposed facial.

I had to act quickly before he blew his load or got away. I had only one chance. "You have to christen my virgin womb," I demanded and spun around to put both hands on the alter and stick my butt out at him.

"I'm not sure..." he started and I knew he just needed a little incentive.

"Please, your holiness," I begged sliding my fingers to my snatch and spreading open my secret pinkness for him to see. "How can I be expected to be a good priestess of fertility if I have not had my fertile field plowed properly?"

"Oh, uh..." the boy in the monk outfit struggled with his words. "Well, I suppose; if you're sure?"

"Yes!" I started overexcited. Calming my voice a bit I pleaded as I rubbed my swollen clit eager for my first time, "Yes, I'm very sure."

Thankfully he kicked his pants off and got behind me. "Well alright then," he said happily. I bet I'm going to be a good fuck, the tightest he's ever had. But what if he's a virgin too? What if he just cums right off and doesn't satisfy me? What if he isn't any good? Uncertainty suddenly gripped me when he said, "I'm putting it in," and I felt his spongy head prod at my hymen.

"I changed... Grraaa!" I didn't get my nervous change of heart out in time before his penis ripped through my maidenhood. It hurt, but not as bad as I thought.

"Are you okay," he asked and it was only then I realized that he had pulled back out.

"Yes, I'm fine," I assured him taking a deep breath then demanded, too **** now to keep up the charade. "Now get back in and fuck me."

A moment later I felt him fill me back up and while it was uncomfortable it also felt great. Really, really great! Holy crap did it feel good! "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I started panting out uncontrollably as he picked up his pace. I felt him wonderfully sliding around inside me, worry his deep thrust poking his cockhead right into my uterus which seemed to spasm with joy as he rammed into me. I couldn't believe I almost gave this amazing feeling up!

I think I had already started cuming before he did, but as his first blast of semen sprayed deep inside me it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I swear I almost died when my body came again so deeply from just the feeling of his thing throbbing inside me. It stretched me out so much it was painfully good. My itch was finally scratched and I felt so damn good from my head down to my toes.

"Yamada!" a woman almost screamed at me as she walked in on us still connected at the hip.

"Mom!" I screeched once I realized she was there. The guy jumped back in surprise and tripped over his pants at his ankles and fell into his as, his cock still dribbling out sperm slightly, while I felt a giant gob drip out and ooze down my inner thigh.

"Who the fuck is this?" Mom yelled in full bitch mode.

"He's a… traveling monk," I said trying to remember the lie.

"Yeah, a monk," the idiot boy repeated thinking that stupid addition actually helped his case. He was a stud-muffin, but not very bright.

Mom just scowled. "Have you learned nothing from how hard it's been to raise you all by myself?" I wasn't sure how to answer that, but she didn't really want an answer. "Is this 'monk' going to marry you and support you if he got you pregnant? It only takes once you know!"

"Your problem is you're just jealous!" I shot back going on the offensive. If I just let her rail on me she would talk me to ****. But if I could embarrass her she'd shut up. "Maybe he should do you next so you can remember that one time you got laid!"

That just royalty pissed her off into treating me like I was six instead of sixteen. "You go back home and into your room!" she screamed at me pointing her finger as if I didn't know the way. I puffed up ready to fight some more, but going to my room so I could masturbate with his cum still inside me was a great idea, so I grabbed my clothes and threw my dress back on, and walked out of the ruins, but ducked behind the wall to peek through a hole and see what happened to the man I just did it with and my frigid mother.

"Well I better get on with my… uh… monk duties," the guy said making it again painfully obvious he was no monk. I had to hear what was going to happen between them so hid behind a wall and listened.

"Right..." Mom said drearily as she clearly perceived his lack of faith. "Who are you really? If you think I'm dumb enough to..." she started up and then paused before suddenly going quiet. I dared to peek in and saw she had removed his veiled hat and I saw his face. It didn't look like much, but he was kinda cute. Mom however reacted like she'd seen a ghost. "Kenji?" she asked quietly. That was my uncle's name, who died in the war with my dad, but it was also a common first name.

"What?" he asked back.

Then Mom shook it off, "No, that's silly. I am Kouki Matsumoto," she said with a courteous bow.

A respectful person would have immediately returned the bow and their own name, but this boy was clearly very stupid. "Kouki?" he asked shocked as if her name was important.

"Yes," she said and gruffly asked, annoyed by his clear lack of manors on top of everything else, "And who are you? Who are your parents?"

"I'm..." he started, but stopped to think. "I never knew my parents, but people call me Ken," he said after a moment.

"An orphan, huh? You aren't really a monk are you?" Mom finally lowered the hamster.

"I..." he began, clearly about to lie, but then switched to being honest. "No."

I thought for sure she'd rip his head off right there and run him to the town square to get stoned, but instead, she surprised me. "Well are you good at anything?" she asked.

"I'm not bad with plowing a field with an ox," he said apologetically, but that was about the best thing he could have said. Mom had just bought a new ox after the last one died, but it was too willful and strong for her and never let me try afraid that it would gore or trample me.

"Very well you are hired," she said and continued all business-like. "If you work hard I will feed you. If not I will have the local law hang you as a ****."

"I'll work!" he pleaded quickly.

"Good," Mom concluded, "You will sleep in the barn and..." Yes! He was staying with us! Fuck city here I come!

"Yes sis... er... ma'am," he said, but I must have given myself away with my excitement because she wasn't listening.

Mom then said very loudly, "And don't even think about touching my daughter again, who better be in her room by the time I get home, or I will castrate you both in your sleep!" The fact she knew I'd been listening put a stab of fear in my sprint home, but it didn't matter that I didn't wait to hear his cowardly reply. I knew he was mine already. Now it was only a matter of time before I had him inside me again, and already I was getting horny thinking about all the ways I was going to seduce him.

Mom may have gotten knocked up from just one fuck, but I wasn't going to bet on it for myself. I knew how much she missed both her brother and his best friend who had been her lover because whenever she thought of one she also talked about the other. If I got pregnant there was no way she'd do anything other than demand the boy take responsibility. He was already as good as my husband even though we'd just meet, but for some strange reason, I felt as if we were soul mates; like I'd known him my whole life.

Once I was back in my closet of a room I threw off my dress and underwear into a pile and began diddling my clit. Happily planning out how I was going to seduce him next time as I felt how sticky his dried cum was inside my freshly deflowered pussy.