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Whatever was in the ointment Tabin used it
seemed to work. Under the care
of her Mongol rescuer, Larra healed
quickly. Within a few days she
was moving around the camp freely.
The Mongol camp was located in a narrow
valley.
Larra had been outfitted with clothes that that were an approximate fit for
her five-foot ten-inch frame. The
consisted of loose-fitting riding pants, a pair of soft leather boots, a
heavy shirt and a sheepskin jacket.
The costume could hardly be considered stylish, but it was very
serviceable, allowing her ease of movement and keeping her
warm.
None of the Mongol raiders seemed particularly interested in
her. Mongol courtesy seemed to
require that she be given the freedom of the
camp. No one challenged her when
she wandered away from the center of the encampment or observed any of their
activities. “Possibly,”
Larra thought, “they are not concerned about me escaping because there
is nowhere to go.”
It seemed to be a small raiding party.
There were probably no more than fifty
men. They were armed with an
odd assortment of weapons ranging from modern to the nineteenth
century. Larra guessed that most
of the firearms had been looted during various Mongol
raids.
For most of her stay in the Mongol camp Larra stayed close to
Tabin. She felt safer when near
her Mongol rescuer, and he was also an attractive and impressive
man. In addition, he was the
only man Larra could communicate with.
Over the course of her stay Larra learned that the Tabin and his comrades
regarded Japanese incursions into border areas near
The journey to Tabin’s homeland was not without its
hazards. There were numerous
patrols to avoid, Russian and Mongolian.
Tabin preferred not to make war against his own people and avoided
contact with them when possible.
Since he was a master at moving through potentially dangerous regions
without being discovered his expedition went
undetected. As the group of raiders
got closer to home the terrain became wilder and more
difficult. Larra was able to
understand how Tabin and his men had been able to hide
out. The region of his homeland
was almost inaccessible to any stranger, being hidden deep within a labyrinth
of valleys and heavily forested
mountainsides.
The journey took a month. Winter
had set in by the time the group of horsemen arrived in their home
valley. Larra realized that she
was unlikely to be able to leave
By this time Larra had learned much of Mongol culture and had mastered some
of its intricate language. As
they rode closer she often engaged in long conversations with Tabin, who
seemed just as intrigued by her as she was by
him. By the end of the journey
Larra and Tabin had become close friends.
In a remote valley, amongst a stand of trees they finally rode into Tabin’s
village. It consisted of a number
of the traditional Mongol
yurts. Each yurt
was a circular dwelling so constructed that it could be dismantled and moved
elsewhere, but also completely weatherproof and secure against the coldest
winter weather.
The returning raiding party was received with wild enthusiasm by the people
of the village. Even Larra was
accorded a warm welcome once the villagers got over their natural shyness
and politeness. She was made
a guest of honor in the yurt of the
chief.
Tabin had come to have enormous respect for the beautiful woman he had
saved. He had supposed when he
first rescued her, that she was a weak pampered western
woman. But he had learned
otherwise. Larra had adapted
to Mongol life and shown a toughness and resilience that rivaled that of
any of his men. On the long journey
home, she had not been a liability, but an asset, doing her part in the routine
duties associated with a military
expedition. His regard for her
had reached its highest point when he found out that she could shoot better
than any of his men. So it was
that when he returned he regarded Larra as an honored guest and a part of
his plans for war against the Russians and
Japanese.
He hoped that if he cooperated in her archaeological quest, which he only
half believed in, that Larra might use her connections to get him much needed
military equipment, the sort of equipment that would enable him to compete
better with his more heavily armed Russian and Japanese
adversaries.
A celebratory banquet followed the return of the raiding party, loaded down
as it was with loot from a successful
campaign. There was considerable
eating and drinking that lasted long into the
night. During the celebrations
Larra was seated next to Tabin.
Larra was constantly plied with food and strong Mongolian
spirits. As the night progressed
she found herself getting progressively
light-headed. Fortunately,
or perhaps unfortunately, Tabin was too much of a gentleman to take advantage
of the situation. Larra was not
sure how she would have reacted if Tabin had attempted to become familiar
with her. She had grown to enjoy
the company of this tall, calm, and infinitely polite
warrior. And of course, he had
saved her life. But he maintained
his distance from her, sticking to the Mongol code of
honor. And so the night passed
without event.
The next morning Larra awoke with something of a
headache. She did not remember
being shown to bed, but she awoke on soft furs and was covered with a sheepskin
against the cold. She was still
dressed in the clothing she had worn for the last few
weeks. Larra decided that she
felt quite grubby. She had not
had a bath in over a month and washing her face and hands in cold mountain
streams did not leave her feeling clean.
She was alone in the yurt, although it was obvious from the bedding that
several other people had slept in the same
shelter. As she pulled herself
out of the sheepskins the door opened and Tabin poked his face
in. He grinned at
her. “Is there anything
I can get you?” he asked.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“That sounds good,” Larra replied, “but since you ask I could
use a bath.”
“A bath?” He smiled
again. Larra decided that he
was quite handsome when he did that.
“I think that might be
possible. I will arrange it after
breakfast.”
Breakfast consisted of mare’s milk and an assortment of game meat, the
usual Mongol fare for the region of
After breakfast, Tabin escorted Larra
outside. Two horses were saddled
and waiting for them. Larra rode
one of the wiry Mongol ponies.
Tabin’s horse was the huge stallion that he had ridden when he
rescued Larra. The small Mongol
ponies were not big enough to hold his
weight. There was a price to
pay for this. The larger horse
could carry much more weight more easily and faster, but did not have the
endurance of the smaller Mongol ponies.
The larger horse also required better
fodder. However, a man Tabin’s
size did not have much choice. The
ponies could simply not carry his weight.
“I thought,” Larra said you were going to arrange a bath for me,
“not a ride.”
“Follow me and wait and see,” said
Tabin. He was smiling at
her.
Larra smiled back and spurred her horse
forward. They rode for about
an hour, moving higher into the mountainous snow-covered
country. Eventually they came
to a place where a small canyon intersected the valley they had been riding
through at right angles. Tabin
directed his horse into it. Larra
followed.
A strange mist filled the canyon. A
mist so thick that neither Larra nor Tabin could see more than a few feet
ahead. They had to slow their
mounts to a walk. They progressed
into the dense fog for about ten minutes, moving slowly up the
canyon. It seemed to Larra that
the air was getting warmer. This
was confirmed when she saw to her surprise that green grass was growing in
the canyon, a bizarre phenomenon for the middle of
winter. A few hundred
feet farther on and both she and Tabin had removed their heavy sheepskin
jackets. The temperatures were
now almost spring-like. All traces
of winter snow had disappeared. The
heavy mist was now thicker than ever and it boiled toward them as if they
were approaching some sort of gigantic simmering
pot.
Tabin reined in his horse and dismounted.
Larra followed suit. Taking
her hand he led her into a narrow cleft in the side of the
canyon. It was very warm there,
so warm that Larra found herself perspiring, dressed as she was for winter
weather. “Here is your
bath,” said Tabin. He gestured
before him. Through the thick
fog Larra could make out a pool of water.
Clouds of water vapor steamed off it as if from some huge
kettle. Larra knelt and dipped
her hand into the pool. It was
the temperature of a hot bath.
“Tabin,” she said, “this is
wonderful.” She felt like
embracing him, but knew that Mongol propriety forbade
that.
“I will leave you while you undress,” said Tabin, and turning he
disappeared into the mist.
Larra watched him merge into the fog.
She quickly stripped off her clothing and slowly immersed herself
into the hot water. Tentatively
she moved toward the center of the pool, delighting in the feeling of deep
warmth that suffused her body. She
felt all of the sweat and grime of a month of travel lifting from her body.
The hot spring was about 20 feet across and twelve feet
wide. It seemed deepest and hottest
on the far side. Larra stayed
in the middle, letting her body adjust to the relaxing
heat. She reached up and loosened
her hair, unraveling her long braid.
Then she ducked her head beneath the
surface. “I wish I had some
shampoo,” she thought. But
that would be expecting a little bit too much
luxury.
She felt a movement in the water behind
her. Turning she saw Tabin stripped
as naked as she was stepping into the
pool. Her eyes widened as her
gaze fell upon his relaxed manhood.
It was in proportion to the rest of
him. Her eyes widened, but not
in fear or embarrassment. She
had changed a great deal since she had first taken up her adventurous
lifestyle. A few years ago she
would have averted her gaze. Now
she simply wondered what such an organ would look like when fully
erect.
Tabin immersed himself up to his neck and then slowly moved across the pool
toward her. “I have a gift
for you,” he said.
Larra gave a little gasp of pleasure.
In his hand was a small bottle of
shampoo. “I picked this
up several months ago from the house of a Japanese
officer. I had planned to use
it myself on a special occasion. I
suppose this is such an occasion.”
He moved to within two feet of Larra.
“Turn around,” he said.
Trustingly, Larra turned her back on him.
A few seconds later she felt him massaging shampoo into her
scalp. It was a delicious
sensation. He was very thorough,
allowing her to rinse and then giving her a second
application. He lifted her heavy
mane of hair from the pool and made sure that every inch of her splendid
tresses was completely cleaned.
Larra felt like she was in heaven.
Dipping his hands into the warm water, Tabin rinsed the last of the shampoo
from her hair. Then he began
to gently massage the back of her neck.
Relaxing, Larra leaned back into his
hands. Tabin continued the massage,
moving his hands gradually from her neck to her strong
shoulders. Tenderly he kneaded
her shoulder muscles, squeezing them firmly but softly with his powerful
fingers. Larra arched her back
slightly, her breathing quickening.
In her loins she felt a delicious stirring; slowly, she turned to
face Tabin. Placing her hands
on his broad chest, she gently stroked upwards, sliding her hands over his
collarbone, and then reaching up to caress his powerfully muscled
shoulders. Ever so lightly, Tabin
placed his fingertips on her collarbone and gently traced her skeletal structure
until he reached her shoulders. He
made no effort to touch her elsewhere, despite the fact that Larra’s
naked breasts, barely hidden by the steaming water, were within easy
reach.
Larra, aroused by Tabin’s touch and proximity stared into the dark eyes
of the huge Mongol. She was
approaching the point of no return.
Either she had to break off the mutual touching, or allow events to
take their course.
“It’s been a long time since I was with a man,” she
thought. “Not since
James.” She paused in her
touching. Was she being
disloyal? James had been dead
four years. Surely she had mourned
long enough. But it was with
a slight sense of guilt that she allowed hr hands to stroke Tabin’s
chest.
The warrior seemed to sense her
reticence. Placing his hands
on her arms, he looked deep into her exotic and mysterious violet
eyes. “Are you alright,
Larra?” He had no intention
of forcing himself on her. If
she was not willing he would wait until she was.
The Mongol warrior had her at his mercy.
This simple gesture reassured her.
She had nothing to fear from so honourable a
man. “I am now,” she
said, placing her hands around his neck.
The movement pulled her very close to
him. So close that the tips of
her breasts brushed against his chest.
Without a word, Tabin reciprocated, pulling her tight against his
body. He bent to kiss her and
Larra raised her lips to his. It
was a deep and passionate kiss.
Their lips parted and their tongues explored one another’s
mouths. Larra could feel
Tabin’s excited male member brushing against her
belly. The massive hardness of
it excited her. Her vaginal juices
began to flow, preparing her for the ultimate act of male-female
bonding.
Larra knew that she was taking a bit of a chance with the powerful
Mongol. She was approaching her
time of greatest fertility. There
was a strong chance that she might be impregnated if she engaged in sexual
activity. But she no longer
cared. To have a child by this
man would be in itself an honour.
The differences in their race and cultural background did not
matter. They were man and woman,
engaged in the most ancient of male-female
behaviors.
Their mouths locked together in fervent
desire. Larra could no longer
contain herself. Holding tight
to Tabin’s neck she lifted herself, wrapping her long powerful legs
around his muscular waist. She
could feel his heavy maleness just beneath her
backside. She gave a little moan
and arched her body against his as Tabin lowered his lips to her flawless
neck, kissing her throat. He
held her easily and moving slowly through the warm water strode slowly toward
the edge of the pool. Gently
he placed Larra’s heaving body on the edge of the pool.
He kissed her ardently and then
unwound her arms from his neck.
“I will be right back,” he said
reassuringly. Then he rose and
moved toward the horses.
Larra stared in astonishment as the man she had just been kissing disappeared
into the swirling clouds that surrounded the hot
spring. Then she smiled as a
few seconds later he returned with several sheepskins that he had tied to
the saddle of his horse. She
saw with some disappointment that his massive erection had faded somewhat
in the colder air away from the pool.
Tabin, catching, the direction of her gaze, returned her
smile. “Do not worry, my
princess” he said, “it will
return.”
Stepping once more into the pool, Tabin took Larra into his arms lifted her
on to the sheepskins. This close
to the pool the heat of the water warmed the air to a comfortable
temperature. The sheepskins were
not needed for warmth but they provided a soft bed for their
lovemaking.
Larra stretched languidly on the on the makeshift
mattress. Her exquisite body
gleamed with moisture and Tabin could hardly believe that she was a mere
women. She seemed more like some
goddess that had somehow been born in the steaming waters of the spring and
had emerged to entice some mortal.
“Never,” he whispered have I ever behind such
beauty. You are like the glorious
sunrise of a gentle spring day.”
Larra smiled. “And you my
warrior, are like a mighty
stallion.” She placed her
hands on the back of his neck and pulled him to her, their mouths meeting
once again.
Slowly, tantalizingly, Larra and Tabin began to caress one another’s
bodies, running their hands over one another’s arms, shoulders and
backs. Tabin seemed a skilled
lover. He deliberately stayed
away from the more erogenous areas, teasing Larra into a state of carnal
excitement. Their mouths met
once again and they kissed long and
fervently. Then they both began
to explore the other’s body with their mouths as well as their
hands.
Larra covered Tabin’s right nipple with her lips, sucking it into a
state of excitement. The huge
Mongol let out a low groan of repressed
ecstasy. He wanted to take this
alluring woman and enter her immediately, but knew that self-restraint was
the key to good lovemaking. And
so he moaned as Larra excited him, while at the same time doing his best
to stimulate her to the same level of
arousal.
Larra was now sucking on his other nipple, flicking her tongue over the tiny
erect nub. As it hardened under
her stimulus her loins contracted in
anticipation. She was as wet
as she had ever been and ready for whatever Tabin might do to
her. Tabin arched
toward her, letting her feel his massive male hardness against her thighs.
She parted her legs slightly,
allowing his phallus to rest between her smooth powerful
muscles. She released his nipple
and moved up to bite gently on his
shoulder. Tabin took the opportunity
to reciprocate by biting lightly on her upper
breast. Larra moved higher, taking
his earlobe between her teeth, and then flicked her tongue into his
ear. Tabin moaned again, and
then touched his tongue to her left
nipple. The sensation was
electric. With a moan Larra shifted
her body, wrapping her legs about Tabin’s waist and attempting to draw
him into her. She groaned
passionately as her pink nipple was sucked into a taut
erection. She tilted her head
back as his mouth suckled at her engorged
tit. Tabin followed up by sliding
his hands over her belly and caressing the region just above her
vagina. Larra groaned again,
moving her legs still farther apart.
“Now I have her,” Tabin
thought. It was
time. He was in control now,
playing Larra’s vibrant body like a concert violinist plays a
Stradivarius. Larra gasped, fighting
back the urge to scream. She
was completely in Tabin’s hands.
He could do whatever he wanted with her and he gave her no time to
recover, taking her other nipple into his mouth, while stimulating the region
near her vulva. He ran his hand
over her thighs, brushing the lips of her gate of pleasure with the back
of his hand.
Larra, however, was not quite through with her lover
yet. Her own questing hands slid
down his back, over his tight buttocks, and around to his erect
shaft. Her hands closed on the
throbbing member, squeezing it gently and then
harder. She gave a little gasp
as she appreciated for the first time the true size of Tabin’s huge
organ. It was larger than any
penis she had ever before encountered.
Her fingers would barely fit around
it. She wondered at her ability
to handle so huge an instrument.
But she was not afraid; rather she could hardly contain her excitement
as she thought of what such a mighty lance would feel like as it entered
her garden of earthly delights.
Tabin almost lost control when Larra seized his thick penis, but her shock
at discovering its huge size enabled him to take the initiative once
again. He caught each of her
wrists in his powerful grip and pushed them over her head, holding her down
on the sheepskins. Larra, consumed
by her desire, struggled to escape, but Tabin’s great weight pinned
her down. Then he sought her
mouth once more and kissed her hard, forcing her mouth open and thrusting
his tongue deep inside.
Larra allowed herself to be pinned, letting Tabin have his
way. The power of her lover’s
body pushed her to even greater heights of sexual
arousal. She could feel his massive
erection between her thighs, and she spread her legs in
readiness. Tabin released her
mouth and kissed his way down her body while still maintaining a firm hold
on her wrists. To Larra being
held like this was incredibly exciting and she squirmed beneath him, her
engorged breasts quivering erotically.
Larra’s weak struggles inflamed
Tabin even more, and he again sucked on her erect nipples sending waves of
pleasure through Larra’s swollen milk
glands. She moaned continuously
as he continued to play with her body.
Then he moved his mouth still lower, licking the underside of her
breasts, and then moving his mouth steadily down her
body.
He released her wrists and kissed her navel, inserting his tongue into the
inviting orifice. Then he moved
down to her vulva. Larra’s
fingernails dug into his shoulders, but he ignored the
pain. Using his tongue, he parted
her labia and slipped his tongue into her inner
folds. Larra could not stop herself
from crying out. This was sheer
torture. She wanted her lover
inside her. Convulsing in passion
she grabbed hold of Tabin’s head, holding him by his hair and ears,
and arched her pelvis into his slurping
mouth. She was unbelievably aroused,
her vagina thoroughly lubricated and ready for
penetration. Her entire body
trembling in anticipation, she urged him to take
her.
“Now
Tabin,” she begged
“Now!”
Tabin rose above the panting female.
He sought her luscious lips and as their mouths met in a burning kiss
once again, Larra spread her legs and guided Tabin’s throbbing male
organ into her vagina.
Tabin entered her with almost maddening slowness, drawing out the act for
as long as possible. For Larra
it was almost maddening as she fought to pull him deep within her, but Tabin
held back, raising her passion to almost unbelievable
heights. Larra cried out
in excitement and responded by wrapping her legs about his waist, locking
her ankles behind the small of his back.
Almost desperately, she tried to pull him deeper within
her. But Tabin would not be
hurried. As the passion of this
incredibly beautiful woman mounted
the greater would be her pleasure.
And he intended to prolong her ardor for as long as
possible. And so he slowly pushed
into her gaining only a millimeter with each
thrust.
“OOHH
GOD,TABIN,” Larra cried,
“I
NEED YOU NOW!” She
was almost screaming as Tabin denied her the sexual release she
demanded. That was exactly what
Tabin wanted. The more she begged
the more aroused she would become until eventually he would bring her to
a greater height of sexual ecstasy than she had ever
known. And so he continued his
slow penetration while at the same time, continuing to
further inflame her lust with
his hands and mouth. His hands
moved everywhere over her body, squeezing her shaking breasts, caressing
her tight derriere, and fondling her perfect arms and
shoulders. His mouth roved wherever
it could reach, Kissing and licking her bare skin and returning again and
again to her soft mouth.
All the while, he gradually increased the depth of his penetration into the
moaning woman’s’ vagina.
By now he was in her to a depth of six
inches. Larra gyrated her body
beneath him trying to get every bit of stimulation she could out of the
copulation. She was amazingly
tight, squeezing his engorged phallus like a
vise. It was almost like entering
a virgin. As he moved deeper
into her Larra gyrated her body seeking maximum
stimulation. She was now panting
like a dog, her body quivering with
excitement. She had never imagined
that any organ could be so huge.
She was being stretched wider than it had been in any other sexual
experience. Still she demanded
more, until finally Tabin reached her
cervix. At this point she climaxed,
screaming ecstatically as a powerful orgasm tore through
her.
Larra’s passionate scream echoed down the narrow valley, but Tabin was
just beginning. He wanted this
gorgeous beauty to have an unforgettable
experience. And so he continued
to mount her, driving his piston into her until she screamed again in
uncontrolled passion. Her vagina
clamped about his huge member, squeezing it in a velvet
vise. He groaned as he fought
to maintain control and prolong the coupling for as long as
possible. Larra too was
moaning. Tabin had now penetrated
her deeply. Mixed with the incredible
pleasure was a pleasant pain as she was stretched beyond anything she had
ever known. Fearing that he was
hurting her, Tabin began to withdraw.
Larra’s response was immediate and to the
point. She wanted all of
him.
“NO!”
she
protested. Driving herself upward,
she forced him to enter even more deeply, gritting her teeth against the
pain. She had something to
prove. She wanted to show this
wonderfully endowed warrior that she could take whatever he could throw at
her. She wanted all of that
magnificent phallus.
“I am hurting you.” Tabin said.
“Not as much as I’ll hurt you if you stop,” Larra gasped
fiercely. To emphasize her point
she dug her fingernails into his back, and straining her powerful legs, pulled
him even deeper. The pain and
pleasure forced her to arch her back
involuntarily. He mouth opened
in a gasp of silent passion, and her violet eyes widened in sudden
pain. “Take me all the way
my love,” she gasped.
“Take me now!” She
gripped his backside with her
hands and pulled him deeper into her.
Tabin responded by resuming his powerful
thrusts. Each movement elicited
a cry from Larra as she was driven into a sexual
frenzy. The pain of Tabin’s
huge organ mixed with the pleasurable sensations it created brought her to
heights of sexual passion that she had not thought
possible. He was now deep within
her. Only her
tightness and his massive size
held him back. Each millimeter
of penetration was now gained with extreme
difficulty.
But still Larra would not let Tabin go.
In her life she had only had one previous lover, and he had been taken
from her by death. She was determined
to experience all she could of her new paramour, and her sexual appetite
was almost insatiable. Again
and again she heaved her pelvis upward, driving him deeper and deeper within
her. Gasping with pain and pleasure,
she buried her head in his sweat-covered chest so that he would not see her
suffering. All the time hoarse
cries of carnal pleasure escaped her
lips. For his part, Tabin was
at the height of sexual rapture. He
had buried almost all of his mighty shaft in this powerful, bucking, crying,
writhing female. No other woman
had ever been able to take as much, and still she demanded more, screaming
in uncontrolled passion.
Larra climaxed again. And then
again, and again, in an explosion of multiple orgasms that swept through
her body. As she sexually exploded
beneath him, Tabin finally gave vent to his own explosive orgasm, ejaculating
deep into her womb, and then collapsing exhausted upon the now suddenly quiescent
woman.
Enveloped in the heat of the hot spring, both Larra and Tabin slept an exhausted,
but fulfilling sleep. When they
awoke it was pitch black and they were enfolded in one another’s
arms. In the warm darkness, Tabin
ran the tip of his finger down Larra’s face, from her forehead to her
lips. She lifted her head and
sought his mouth. They
kissed. Larra pushed Tabin down
on to the sheepskins and straddled his
body. Almost immediately his
penis responded, growing rapidly erect.
Tabin tried to take Larra in his arms, but she determinedly pushed
him down again. This time she
wanted to maintain control. Tabin
put up a brief struggle and then
acquiesced. He would allow her
to have her way.
Larra knelt with her thighs on either side of Tabin’s
waist. She bent to kiss him,
her pliant breasts brushing against his
chest. He decided being underneath
Larra was not a bad place to be.
They kissed long and hard, their tongues fully exploring one
another’s mouths. Tabin
took Larra’s swaying breasts in his hands and gently kneaded the soft
flesh. His fingers teased her
nipples erect. Then he placed
his hand between her parted thighs.
She was already wet. He
inserted first one finger and then a second into her hot, damp
vagina. Larra moaned softly,
reaching behind her to grab Tabin’s
erection. Now it was Tabin’s
turn to moan.
Ever so lightly he began to stroke her clitoris, feeling it enlarge under
his touch. Further stroking of
the sensitive organ caused it to almost triple in
size. Larra gave a little cry
as the blood rushed to the tender area.
She was ready for Tabin again, and this time she did not
wait. Lifting herself she shifted
back and slid his still swelling phallus into her
vagina. It was an action that
made her squeal with delight. Tabin
was surprised; this was as sound he had not yet heard Larra
make.
Able to use her full weight, penetration was rapid and
deep. Within a few seconds Larra
had managed to impale herself a full six
inches. Then she began to lift
herself so that Tabin’s giant organ slid in and out of
her. She kept her movements slow,
teasing both herself and Tabin.
Within a few minutes both she and her Mongol
lover were gasping for air, their
chests heaving as if they had been running hard for several
minutes. Larra's pace quickened,
and then quickened again, becoming almost frenzied as her passion
mounted. Tabin too was caught
up in uncontrolled excitement. He
thrust up as Larra dropped onto him transfixing herself even more
deeply.
Larra gyrated Tabin’s enormous shaft, attempting to ease the pain and
accentuate the pleasure of their sexual
union. Both lovers were crying
incoherently as their uncontrolled passion
mounted.
Larra’s cries were
especially resounding, as she was experiencing considerable pain as she tried
to take all of Tabin’s erection once
again. “Help me, Tabin,”
she cried. “Help
me!”
Reaching behind the plunging woman’s back, Tabin wrestled her beneath
him, still locked in sexual union.
Then withdrawing slightly from her overstretched vagina, he placed
his arms under each of her knees.
Moving forward, he lifted her legs, pushing her feet toward her
head. Forcing her legs into the
air, he draped them over his shoulders and used the weight of his body to
push them as far toward as possible.
Eventually Larra ended up with her feet level with her shoulders and
her sex organ spread as wide as possible.
Now Tabin was able to force the rest of his penis fully into
her.
“AAAAGGHHAA!!” Larra
screamed both in passion and pain.
Tabin heard her agonized shriek, but this time he did not
stop. If punishment was what
this woman desired, then he would give it to
her. He withdrew only far enough
to allow him to thrust powerfully back
in. Larra screamed
again. But her arms were wrapped
tightly about him, encouraging him to
continue.
“OHH
YES, TABIN! OHH
YES!!”
Larra thrashed under Tabin as he continued pumping into
her. She reached orgasm again
and again, shrieking in unbridled lust.
She could not contain herself.
Nor could Tabin. Eventually,
he too climaxed, spurting sperm deep within
her. His erection lost, he collapsed
on top of the trembling, gasping, moaning,
female.
Gradually, Larra’s groans turned to
whimpers. “I’ve been
well and truly screwed,” she thought, as she clung like a child to her
prostrate lover. “I’ve
never experienced anything like that.
Not even when I was raped.”
Weakly she moved herself as close as she could to Tabin, who recovering,
kissed her gently on the lips and then simply held her until they both fell
asleep.
The next morning the lovers awoke, tired but
happy. Larra found that she was
so sore she could hardly move.
Slowly she immersed herself in the warm
pool. This had been a day and
a night to remember. Tabin joined
her. This time the two lovers
refrained from sexual contact. They
were content to just hold one another, letting the warm water of the hotspring
sooth their weary bodies.
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