The Faire Virgin © 2001 Saqui
Now.. before you being to read this story, I have to explain to you that a faire virgin is usually not really a “virgin”, it just means they have not been a participant at a renaissance faire. If any readers have been to faire, you can only imagine what goes on behind the scenes with the actors.
This story is about an actual virgin at faire, and explores the darker side of anonymous sex at Ren Faire.
Saqui arrived at faire just as darkness began to fall. Costumed and ready for the heat of the night.
Her spirits were lifted as familiar faces magically appeared from the crowd. As always, alcohol was free flowing. Morgan, Cuervo, Red and white wine, and even her favorite ale, Guinness were al there, just for the asking. She was saving her thirst for later. One by one, she greeted friends old and new; not yet finding the object of her desires for the night.
After hour parties were in the making. Women dressed like fairies were wandering around in the dark, their moods elevated to the surreal pitch by the drone of the techno rave sounds screaming speakers placed on center stage.
How odd to see a Renaissance Village transformed to a wild party after hours. Some people still in regular street clothes, some dressed like fairies and some like Saqui, still wearing the traditional garb of a peasant wench.
Saqui liked the way the bodice held her amble breasts in place. She loved the way they looked all plump and ready for fun. The full skirts did a fine job of hiding her round body, because the lacings pulled in her waist and pushed up her breasts. This look flattered her.
Fog lights compelled Saqui into the throbbing crowd which had gathered in front of the large stage area. A fairy woman beckoned to Saqui, tempting her with an odd shaped primitive looking bottle. Saqui answered the summons and wandered over to see what the prize was. pirate’s rum of coconut. The bottle was corked in a way unseen before and Saqui needed help to get it open. The woman gladly offered assistance. She held the bottle above Saqui’s face and let the coconut flavored pirate’s rum dribble onto her tongue, lips and overflow down her chin.
She savored the sweet burning crystal clear fire water as it warmed her belly from the inside out. The owner of the bottle reached to Saqui through her eyes… and beckoned her to dance and be free.
Saqui resisted, she knew what she wanted this night and it was not going to come from a woman. She nodded her thanks and gave a short curtsy and skittered off back into the crowd.
She glanced over and saw a former lover with another and a pang of jealousy surprised her with its spark. But then it was gone as she remembered why she left him for another. Her mind drifted to their last physical encounter. There was no shortage of orgasm for Saqui as the lion hearted lover was very proficient with his hands and tongue. However, there was no “grand finale”. He was incapable of fulfilling her quest for the perfect lover. Fell short, you might say. And so therefore, she decided she must continue her quest for the ever elusive Adonis.
Once more her eyes were caught, but this time by a young looking man. He was dressed in a loose fitting renaissance shirt, it looked rather new, so he must not have been one of the regulars. He was so energetic, dancing and bouncing around the dance area. Their eyes met and he approached her, never breaking the gaze.
For a moment, they found themselves drifting off together, even though in reality, their feet never moved from the place where they stood. The music played on, but all they heard were each other’s soft voices attempting to probe and find a common thread. Sexual tension was thick that night, and encased them like a dark fog.
They wandered away from the main party into the cloak of darkness offered by the night. Laughing and kissing and touching, they were each invigorated by the freedom of expressions allowed in this setting. Saqui and the boy came upon several small groups huddled together, presuming to find a connection to end each other’s loneliness. More alcohol flowed and was shared by everyone they encountered.
The alcohol clouded all judgment and Saqui became wildly desirous of touch and taste. She warmly kissed any boy they came upon. She kissed them one after another, her thirst rising with each mini-encounter.
Her head swam with visions of fantasy, as she dared to think about inviting these men to pleasure her at once?
Nay not. Not tonight.
Reason crept into her from some foreign voice, from somewhere deep inside telling her a very strong- NO!
Saqui took her young boy by the hand and left the company of others. They were giggling and having fun, as only two lovers in the dark can. The boy mentioned a tent and in no time he and Saqui were on their way. The lured of the light was enticing and driven by her thirst and huger for pleasures, she followed the young man in.
She had accepted his invitation of a warm and friendly tent, but made no promise. She should have been more reluctant. She should have thought it out. But how could she have known? Her judgment was totally impaired by the libations: the rum, the tequila, and of course, the Guinness.
They entered the tent and no sooner did they enter, did they begin stripping off their clothes. Laughing and giggling, kissing and touching. His kisses were soft as velvet. His probing fingers seemed to know exactly how to rise her excitement.
Saqui was no longer able to control herself. Moans of pleasure escaped her throat. No matter how hard she tried to suppress them, each plunge of his fingers and into the crack of her wet juicy womanhood, caused her to get closer and closer to the edge.
He began to taste her fruit. He tried to please her, but was a bit lost. It was the deepness she craved and desired. She needed the pressure against her button to release the tension. She gently took his hands in hers and showed him what she wanted. She him how she wanted it.
She reached over to see if he was ready. He had reached his fullness and now she wanted to feel him inside herself. His cock was hard and thick. In fact, one of the thickest she had ever felt. It was so flawless, so smooth. Erect and beautiful as only the young can achieve.
Saqui finally consented with the consummation. She opened her legs to welcome him. In his haste, he fumbled in the darkness and almost brought the tent down on himself. This only hampered his movements a bit. Saqui could see the roof of the tent rock to and fro as each plunge of their bodies forced to soft sides of the tent to sway, as if in a wind storm. Laughter during wild sex, if done right, is only more invigoration, as long as you have the right partner.
Three times, he was able to fill her lust. Three more time he was able to bring her to smothered screams. Wetness dripping from her cunt as she climaxed over and over again contracting on his ever so hard shaft.
She begged for him to enter her forbidden area, to fill her from the back, which was so rejected. Saqui was one of “them”. One of the really dirty girls that when she was hot, there was no stopping her. As long as she was taken to the edge, she was willing to do what it would take to push both herself and her partner to territories unknown.
He at first was reluctant, but gave in and tried. To her surprise, his cock was too large to enter. If he forced it, pleasure would be gone for both of them. He felt her disappointment and to fill her desires, he used his fingers to drive Saqui over the edge. They fell back into exhaustion.
The dawn broke and their nakedness seemed so natural. So beautiful. Saqui was a bit hazy from the night before, not so much from the alcohol, but from all the sex. She looked over at her partner and began to study his body. It was then she realized he was just a boy. She hung her head in shame as she remembered the words he whispered to her in her fit of passion: “you are my first”. Those words burned her ears now and burned her heart. Tears could not be held back and she realized once more – that was not the one for her. She escaped the secrecy of the tent, feeling more exposed than ever.
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