The One Between her Legs

“I’m afraid it will have to be your womanhood,” you say, trying to keep the giddiness from your voice. The words feel strange on your tongue, but the situation is too surreal to resist.

The girl—Ariel—pales visibly, her wide eyes darting between you and her mistress. “Mistress, I...” she trails off under the older woman’s withering gaze.

“Silence, Ariel,” Mistress Lea snaps, her tone sharp and impatient. “We don’t have all day. The faster you get on the bed and spread your legs, the faster we can be about our business.”

The curly-haired apprentice blushes furiously, her hands trembling as she hesitantly lifts her white dress over her head. She somehow manages to get the dress caught, and with a squeal, she trips backward onto the bed, her legs splayed awkwardly.

“I’m glad I didn’t choose her mouth,” you say dryly, staring at the still-struggling apprentice.

“A wise decision, my Lord,” Mistress Lea replies, her tone matter-of-fact. “She tries her best, but there’s a fair chance she would have bitten your cock.” She pauses, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “She’ll be no expert in this either, mind you, but at least there isn’t anything done there that can bite you.”

With considerable difficulty, Ariel finally manages to get the dress over her head, revealing a lean yet surprisingly toned body. Her skin is pale and smooth, her breasts small but perfectly shaped, their pink nipples already hardening under your gaze. Her legs are long and shapely, her hips narrow but inviting.

You look first at Mistress Lea, then down at the naked apprentice, her legs draped invitingly over the bed. “It won’t work with your legs closed,” you point out, your voice calm but firm.

With an indignant huff, Ariel opens her knees, exposing herself to the room. Her labia are small, the lips of her womanhood pressed tightly together, the hair above them neatly trimmed and well-groomed. The sight of her innocence, laid bare before you, sends a surge of heat through you.

You look first at Mistress Lea and then back at the stunning apprentice. This feels surreal—this woman is giving herself to you, but why? You look down at her innocent face, those spectacular breasts, and the delicate flower between her legs. Despite your reservations, this is too good an opportunity to pass up.

You kneel between her legs, admiring her lithe body as you run your hands down her hips. Her skin is soft and warm, and you can feel her trembling under your touch. You gently press her thighs further apart, exposing her most private of places. She lets out a startled squeal but doesn’t close her legs, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

When your hands reach her inner thighs, you can feel her tensing up. You push them wider apart, and the young girl whimpers, her body trembling under your touch.

“You’re doing well, Ariel,” Mistress Lea says encouragingly, her tone surprisingly gentle.

The young girl doesn’t respond, her eyes firmly fixed on the ceiling, her breathing shallow and uneven.

You trace your hands higher up her thighs until you reach her crotch. You stroke the skin of her pubic mound, enjoying the way she shivers at your touch. Her body is so responsive, so eager, despite her obvious nervousness.

You slowly lower your head and give her slit a long lick. She cries out, her legs tensing and her body spasming. Her taste is sweet and intoxicating, and you can’t help but continue, licking and sucking at her clit as her cries of pleasure echo through the chamber.

Ariel’s hands come up and wrap themselves in your hair, pressing your face into her sex. You can barely breathe, her pussy pressed tight against your nose and mouth as it is, but it’s the last thing on your mind as your tongue works its way inside her, tasting her sweetness.

You can feel the tremors start within her. The hands in your hair go slack as she lets out a high-pitched moan, and you feel a rush of fluid coat your face. It appears that Ariel has found her release.

The apprentice releases her grip, and you rise to your feet, wiping away her juices with your forearm. Mistress Lea watches with a satisfied smirk, her arms crossed over her chest.

“I suspect she’s ready to take you in, my Lord,” she says, her tone brisk. “If you please, time is of the essence.”

You grunt and move between her legs, the tip of your hard cock pressing up against her soaking twat. You rub it along her slit, coating yourself with her wetness, before slowly working your way in.

Ariel squeals as you enter, her body tensing, but she makes no effort to resist as inch after inch of your manhood disappears into her. Her legs wrap around you and pull you in deeper, her warmth enveloping you in a tight, velvety embrace.

You close your eyes and savor the sensation, holding yourself in place as the cleft of her womanhood parts obscenely around the massive intruder.

“Oh, my Goddess,” she moans softly as you begin to thrust. Her hands reach out and grip the sides of the bed, her knuckles white with tension.

You can see the muscles of her stomach and back tense with each slow thrust, her body arching to meet yours. Your eyes lock, and you find yourself mesmerized by her bright blue eyes and delicate features.

She closes her eyes, and her mouth opens slightly as your thrusts get more intense, her hands tightening their grip on the bed. You can feel her pussy contract around your shaft, her walls clenching and unclenching in rhythm with your movements.

Your rhythm is getting faster, and her cries are becoming more ****. The two of you are panting and sweating now, your bodies moving together in a primal dance.

You can tell you’re not going to last much longer. The tension is building, your whole body tingling with anticipation. Just a little more, just a little longer.

Her breathing is coming in gasps now, and her pussy is clenching and unclenching in rhythm with your thrusts. Ariel lets out a loud groan, and her body goes rigid as she cums, the waves of her orgasm washing over her and sending you over the edge.

You thrust deep inside her and let loose, shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky seed into her depths. The sensation is overwhelming, your body shuddering with the **** of your release.