Good Fortune
I See Pleasure In Your Future
Nadya sensed him without looking. She knew well the telltale tingle as men hungered after the lush curves of her youthful form. Lusting eyes caressed like fingers.
She added a blossoming thistle to her herb basket, then turned to seek her admirer, easily spotted in his hiding place.
“If you come out from behind that tree you can see me better. Or do you just wish to steal glimpses, like a thief?”
He stepped onto the path — awkward, embarrassed, beautiful. A heat rose off him, felt even from this distance. Nadya probed his heart, seeking the darkness that so often lurked there, but found only innocence — a boy’s heart, already in a man’s body.
“I-I seen you last night…” he stammered. “W-We was at the show…”
Nadya waited. She felt no threat from this farm boy. What she felt was something entirely different.
“Can you do that too? What your m-mom does?”
“We are Romany. It is in our blood. Is that all you want? Your fortune told?” She knew what he really wanted, even if he didn’t.
“Yeah… kind of...”
“It’s about a girl, yes?”
His eyes widened. “How’d you know that?”
She chuckled. “It is always about a girl.”
They were close now. His raw energy, unformed and overpowering, drew her in.
“This girl, she has a name?”
“Ellie.”
Nadya touched his cheek, felt charged by the connection. “What about Ellie?”
“Well… does she like me?”
Nadya laughed openly now. “What, you want to be her friend?”
She stroked his cheek; as she did so, his face turned a deep red and he grew more flustered.
“No woman likes any man, you foolish boy. You all are dogs.” Now serious. “But if he is the right man, she might want him. Is that you? Are you enough of a man to make her want you?”
Clearly, he was. Her mother had trained her well, taught her about the cravings of men, how easily controlled they are. But this sensation was new. For once, the instinctive desire was matched by her own.
“You are hoping she gives you a sign, yes? While she hopes you will come and get her. Wonderful. And so you both wait, and nothing happens.”
Nadya glanced down. His jeans bulged. Her hand dropped to his crotch and gently rubbed.
Fear crossed his face. “H-How do I… what you said — go get her?”
Nadya rubbed harder and closed her fingers around the stiff shape beneath. She quickly unzipped him and let a couple of fingers snake inside. His cock was a sturdy staff, a proper pillar of strength. She let her body’s vibrations mesh with his. “This is your power. You are connected to this. You need to trust this.”
She eased his cock from his jeans. It was stiff, thick veined, and flaming. “If you want to know how to “go get her,” you must understand: We women are lost in our heads. We are always thinking, thinking, thinking. What we want is for someone to let our thoughts go silent.”
She closed her fingers around his cock, slowly stroked it, then gave it a gentle pat.
“You… you sure don’t seem lost in your head.”
“But I am not your Ellie. I don’t live in your town. Do you think they would tolerate me?” She kept stroking him. “I travel with the carnival.” She leaned in and kissed him. She tightened her fingers around his shaft and gave it a squeeze. “I will teach you how to use this.”
He froze as she now raised her skirt. She undid her buttons, cast it aside, then rubbed her palm over the dark triangle between her thighs. “You know what this is, yes?”
“I… I seen pictures…”
“That is not the same. Trust me.”
A nearby boulder offered a perfect perch. She sat on it and let her legs fall open. “Come. Closer. You like what you see?”
He gazed upon her revealed mysteries, mute as a stone but with an expression rapturous in its awe. She beckoned him closer still, then took his hand, guided it between her thighs and eased the tip of his finger up and down through her wet flesh.
“This is our most sacred place, the source of all our pleasure, and our power. If you are to own her, you must own this. But to own it, you must be gentle. Can you do that?”
He moved his fingers through her pink folds, pushing, poking, prodding and searching until he found a way in. He must not have been expecting that, because he jerked back his hand like she’d shocked him. Which, perhaps, was exactly what happened.
She took his hand, laughing. “Come back. I won’t bite.”
She guided his fingers back to her waiting lips, all the while slowly stroking his cock. It was hard as the crystals she carried in her leather pouch.
“This is a simple thing and easy to understand. It has one task, and right now, it’s doing exactly what it is meant to do.” She stroked as she spoke. He couldn’t take his eyes off her spread thighs, but he seemed to be losing focus as she played around his flared cock head.
Now she spread her lips apart.
“This is very different. It is complicated. You can spend a lifetime unveiling its mysteries. But today, you will start.”
Nadya moved him up through her moist flesh until he made contact with her swollen clit. She gasped as he raked across the sensitive bud of nerves.
“That is the most powerful spot of all; you must be gentler still. Do it correctly and she will be your slave.”
She showed him what she meant and then left it to him. He learned fast. He played over it with light, short strokes, almost tickles but a little stronger. Just strong enough. Waves of sensation rippled out to all parts of her body.
She realized she was getting lost in her own arousal. He said, at one point, “Do you like it when I do that to you?”
“You have no idea. But yes. It feels wonderful. Exactly how it is supposed to feel.”
She could have enjoyed letting him play with her clit the rest of the day, but now her mounting lust was guiding her.
“You can put your fingers inside me,” Nadya suggested. “Like you did before.”
This time, he didn’t pull back. He simply moved around in her, stirring up her juices, exploring this strange new terrain.
His breathing was shorter now, choppy as he drew closer to that delicious loss of control. She didn’t want to finish him with her hand, however. No, this boy was going to release inside her and learn how it felt.
“Come,” she said as she pulled his cock to her and coaxed the head just inside her lips. She rubbed the swollen head through her slit several times, returning always to the swollen bud of nerves at the top. Then, finally, she positioned him, reached for his buttocks and pulled him close to her, trusting that he’d find his way. Instinct proved a sure guide.
He was huge and as he pushed forward, she feared he might split her. But then they meshed, moving in perfect harmony. She finally stopped teaching and instead let herself become one with the boy, giving as well as receiving, exquisite pleasure flowing from their union, caressing them both with its delicate streams. He found his confidence, and his rhythm, pumping thrust after thrust into her wet flesh. She was floating. She felt nothing but the thrusts of his cock, driving her higher, until, at last, they exploded in unison. His face was a mask of torment and joy all at the same time. She wondered if her expression was equally as intense?
Finally, they came down from their peak, although he kept pumping into her, not wanting to withdraw from the safety she offered his cock.
But then he slid out of her and after getting his bearings, stood unsteadily, gazing at her with wonder.
“Did I do that right?” he asked.
She laughed. “Were you listening? Did you hear me moaning? Did you hear me crying out? Did you see the look on my face, like I was in horrible pain? Yes, Dear Boy, those are your clues that you did it right.”
Later, as he was adjusting his clothes and she put her skirt back on, he said “Ellie… she’s a virgin.” His stammer was gone.
“You are sure?”
“Damn straight I’m sure! I just don’t know if I could, you know… if I’d know what to do with a virgin.”
“You’ll do fine,” Nadya said.
“I don’t know…”
“Trust me. You won’t have any problem making love to a virgin.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you silly boy. You just did.”
