“Button the top button too, Dear. You don’t want to look like a wanton harlot,” her Aunt Elizabeth would tell her when she seen that Chelsey had not buttoned the top button on her loose, dull-colored dress.

“It chokes me. It’s too tight on my neck.” was Chelsey’s reply.

“It is not choking you either! Now get it buttoned! I don’t want everyone in the whole church talking about how sinful you look!’

Chelsey would immediately button up but she could not understand why she had to. “Why did God even give us a body and skin if we are supposed to be ashamed of it?”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!,” shouted her Aunt, throwing her hand to Chelsey’s mouth. “Hush girl! That is blasphemy! You will go to Hell for that!”

Grabbing her purse angrily, her Aunt Elizabeth would march out the door, madly singing a church hymn.

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As Chelsey waited for him deep inside the protective covering of the forest behind the house, she wondered, “How could something that would feel so right be so terribly wrong.” She loved Lance with all of her heart and soul and she could not deny the strange hot feelings that almost overpowered her when he touched her. She needed him more than anything. She needed to become as one with him. She hungered for it. But yet there was a strong sense of guilt when she would allow him to touch her breasts through her dress when they kissed. And she would be forced to push him away because of that guilt. “Why is it wrong to express love?” she asked herself. “There has to be a paper saying that you are married before you can. What does a piece of paper have to do with feelings of the heart?” On this day, she had finally decided that after four months of knowing him and three weeks of privately meeting him there, she would give him her love with not only just her heart, but also with her body.

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When Lance saw her leaning against the tree, his heart began to pound. “She is so beautiful,” he thought. “So delicate and virtuous, like a precious little angel.” Lance loved her more than he had ever loved anyone before. He met her there at their secret spot every time the opportunity arose. She was not allowed to have male visitors at her home. Her Aunt Elizabeth made sure of that. But it did not matter to him because he would rather meet her there so he could hold and kiss her without the spying eyes of her hateful Aunt. He was twenty two years old and had never had the desire to marry... before now.

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He went to her, in the shades of splendor that the lush, green trees gave to them freely. The sounds of trickling water coming from the fresh spring beside them mingled with the soothing melody of the birds and the whispering of the light breeze that gently caressed their faces and hair. The unblemished sight and the clean scent of their surroundings welcomed them with a love and innocence that made them feel magical and refreshed. Their togetherness was showered with beauty and peace by the untouched wilderness that protectively embraced them.

As they stood face to face, he touched her hand with soft, tender emotion that he also gave to her through his dark compassionate eyes. Chelsey reached for his handsome face to smooth her hand across it, so he could feel how she so sensuously adored him. Their eyes gazing warmly into each other’s was proof of all that they were and all that they wanted. There were no words needed between them. As Chelsey became captivated by him, she let loose her untamed, true spirit and banished the guilt away from her mind.

Lance’s masculine arms wrapped around her with safety and comfort. Her arms enveloped him with the same. As he bent his ravishing face toward her, she could feel the enticing heat of his entire body, before the warmth of his lips ever touched hers. The kiss that they shared was one with such blazing sensuality and stimulating passion that they were carved into each other. Their bodies each pressed in the other... wanting, needing, and yearning to taste and feel the sweetness of a satiated, wild thirst that had come upon them.

As their kiss became more heated, the fire inside Chelsey sizzled and flamed with a ravaging hunger that took complete control of her entire being. The feel of his mouth pressing tightly down on hers, and the touch of his stormy tongue, turbulent within, caused an explosive, hot river to flood through her. Every part of her body became breathtakingly sensitive and receptive. She was needing him like a human body needs air. Her knees began to get weak and her body began to tremble and sear with a scorching-hot desire that she had never known before.

His rugged hand moved inside the back of her zippered dress, unfastening the clasp of her bra. Then, he slowly pulled the dress and her bra downward, stopping momentarily to run fingertips up and down her side. The dress dropped to the forest floor and she stood against him, revealing sleek unblemished skin with only her bottom undergarments to cover her. She shivered when his hand tenderly brushed across her hard nipple and then covered her whole virgin-aching breast with its heated warmth. She could feel his heart quicken and his breath became heavier in her mouth as his kiss pressed harder upon her. He smoothed his hands around her and down her back, and embraced her tightly against him. His hard manhood pressed upon her and she felt a searing hot flood of wet heat storming out of her awakened femininity. His mouth never leaving hers, he removed his shirt and unfastened his pants. They slowly fell to the soft bed of leaves and moss beneath them, where he removed the remainder of his garments. Lance held her and guided her gently to her back. Her long, dark hair draped around her head like a picturesque scene of a forbidden beauty.

Lance was above her, his chest pressing on hers while he passionately devoured her lips with his hot mouth. His hand pushed downward on her panties. Chelsey was intoxicated and entranced with a scorching anticipation of what was to come. He slid his hand between her thighs, parting them gently. His fingers pressed inside her wet virgin lips and found her swollen, womanly erection. She groaned and clutched at his shoulders as he rubbed her wet clitoris in a circular motion. Chelsey had never felt anything like it before and she could feel an unfamiliar pulsating inferno coming from the depths of her inflamed womanhood and wracking her whole body with spasms of ecstasy. She uncontrollably squealed out in his mouth, and he kept up his fiery-hot kiss as she moved her head from side to side in a fevered delirium. She screamed and groaned with every labored breath and she could feel hot fluids being released heavily from within her. Lance continually moved his finger downward to her opening as she wriggled, inserting in her snug, noisy wetness, then back up to massage her hard, slippery clit. Her body tensed and her thighs opened wider while she squirmed wildly beneath him in hot climaxing throes of bliss.

Lance felt an unstoppable primitive need to be inside her wild, untouched tightness. He moved above her and reached downward to grasp his hard, aching manhood. His knees spread her soaked thighs widely apart, as her legs anxiously and firmly locked around him. He felt a strong desire to push into her receptive body without restraint or limitations. But instead, he placed his throbbing male member to the opening of her flaming-drenched softness and unwillingly forced himself to press in slowly and gently.

Chelsey felt his hardness begin to penetrate her delicate tunnel. As he pushed inward, she screamed loudly as her burning body went completely out of control in a burning, turbulent climax. Lance could feel her heated body tense and tremble against him, and her hot juice-of-love scalded and drowned his spasming, madly-craving maleness. She wriggled violently beneath him and pushed her hips eagerly upward, wanting to suck in his entire length. Lance abruptly gave into his powerful demanding hunger and thrust his way through her fragile virginity. She cried out at the sharp, stabbing pain that was in her, and she clamped her thighs tightly around him, backing away slightly. He stopped when he felt her pain and held her compassionately and kissed her lips tenderly.

“I love you Chelsey,” he whispered, his passionate eyes staring into hers. He admired her untamed beauty. Her hair was tousled about and in the front it was damp with her seductive perspiration. Her curved throat, and upper body was moist also and her breathing was sensuously heavy and coming in short, rapid breaths. The sweet, feminine scent of her, boldly swept through him like a raging, tidal wave. His tongue brushed her lips as he began to move his rod out of her slowly, then gently back in but not so deep. He kissed her neck with his thick, enticing lips as he slowly pumped her tight, hungry tunnel with his nearly-explosive erection. She began to relax once again, and feel the blistering-hot sensations of ecstatic fulfillment. Her head tilted back as she groaned and moaned in pleasure. Her thighs loosened on him while her hands tightened and clenched at his back. She began to pull herself upward to meet his ever-growing, faster and deeper strokes. She squealed out and screamed, and thrust her face into his chest as she quivered against him in orgasmic delight.

Lance was ready to discharge his boiling-hot lava inside her as she continued to thrash and groan out in body-shaking climax. His testicles were painfully full and needing to feel a satisfying release. He savagely reached down to her thighs and pulled on them hard, spreading her wider so that he pounded into her deeper as if hoping to force his testicles inside of her also. His hard, smoldering body turned almost brutish as he grunted out his release, while he exploded deep inside her wet, sucking walls.

Chelsy felt the hot powerful eruptions squirting forcefully in her depths and she could hear the saturated sounds of both of their juices as they lustfully splashed and mixed together. Neither of them had ever before felt anything like the wild, and free bliss that they were feeling at that moment. Each of their body-wracking orgasms shot through them like a never-ending hurricane, lasting until they were both drenched in their mingled, sweet, musk-scented sweat and completely breathless.

They snuggled into each other’s arms under the pleasant, gracious trees. Their bodies warmed each other’s and they could feel the love and compassion that illuminated from them. They felt a strong sense of comfort and that of being deeply loved. The sounds of their soft, beating hearts penetrated each of their spirits and soothed them. As they whispered words of purity through their wild and free spirits, they drifted into gentle slumber that is like no other and never will be.