Literotic asexstories – The Gypsy Blacksmith by geronimo_appleby,geronimo_appleby
Victoria threw off the thin bolster and stretched her lithe body in preparation for the day. In the few weeks during which she’d been in the employ of the estate, Victoria had grown to love these easy summer mornings. She adored the work, as hard as it often was; it was like a dream to her. She had always loved the wildness and latent power of those most noble of beasts, and to be amongst them all day from sunup ’til sundown? Why, it was simply Heaven.
Victoria splashed water over her face in a hasty toilette. There was no time for such niceties first thing; the horses were the priority; there would be time enough for her to wash more thoroughly later in the morning.
***
The time was just past noon when Victoria rode her favourite back into the yard. She’d ridden Jupiter out along the woods and fields of the estate and had let the animal take her wherever he pleased. She was thrilled, as always, by the latent, physical power as Jupiter moved fluidly and confidently over the dark earth tracks.
Never once did the girl feel fear when the big horse lifted the both of them over what appeared to be impossibly high hedges. She was Bellerophon upon Pegasus, laughing with pure pleasure as the horse’s hooves rumbled and he galloped at full speed. The wind was a roar and her long hair flew out behind her as Victoria experienced the total joy at being alive and upon that great, broad back.
Eventually Jupiter turned towards home and carried Victoria at a sedate pace back to the stable yard. As they moved slowly on the return journey, Victoria felt the familiar tingling at the tips of her breasts and a distinct oily wetness between her thighs. The physical sensations of her wild ride were all too obvious to her. The rhythmic beat against her quim… the constant rub against her sensitive titties… Those sensations were so delicious, so secretly wicked, but it was the thrill of the freedom she experienced; along with the horse’s awesome power under her direct control that served to heighten the sexual arousal.
Victoria blushed visibly and was grateful for her solitary state, sure that if anyone saw her at that moment that her face would give notice to her wanton guilt.
***
Victoria noticed the caravan immediately and felt a prick of curiosity at its presence by the stable yard wall. She dismounted and suppressed her inquisitiveness over the caravan due to the immediate needs of the horse.
She led Jupiter inside and attended to him like the dutiful girl she was and a short time afterwards walked back out into the summer sunshine. Victoria had just passed the stable door when she saw him – the Gypsy Blacksmith.
Victoria’s hand flew to her mouth with shock over what she witnessed. She felt a flush of horror, outrage and excitement like a slap to the face as the man turned. He had been relieving himself against the wall and had turned at precisely the same moment that Victoria had left the stable.
Victoria’s jolt of surprise wasn’t due to the Gypsy pissing outdoors; it was the momentary glimpse she had of his thick cock before it was unceremoniously stuffed back inside his britches. Victoria had never seen a grown man’s penis and the unexpected sight of this one caused her tummy to flip with a confused surge of arousal and disgust.
‘Hello stable-girl,’ the man smiled, totally unconcerned. He took a long moment to study the delectable creature that stood immobile by the stable door. ‘What a ripe little peach she is,’ he thought to himself and smiled even more broadly at Victoria. ‘Do you have a name?’
Victoria looked into the man’s dark eyes and saw the flash of amusement. She shrugged off the shock at seeing him so exposed and felt that sense replaced by the beginnings of her umbrage.
‘He’s teasing me,’ she thought. ‘The arrogant prick…’
‘You’re here to shoe the horses,’ Victoria managed haughtily. ‘I should think you’ve more to do than to stand about flirting with me.’
Despite her tender years and lack of physical knowledge of men, Victoria had had more than enough experience at fending them off. A few had tried to woo her in the past; drawn as they would be by her pretty face and the hint of her lithe body under her skirts and bodice.
‘Flirting?’ The man’s laugh was nearly a roar of delight. ‘You’re a saucy mare, I’ll grant you, Miss.’ He shook his head wryly and fixed Victoria with a direct and obviously appraising stare as he became suddenly serious. He took a few steps towards the girl. ‘I think you spoiled the fun we could’ve had flirting when you spied on me with my cock in my hand.’
The heat of her embarrassment and outrage spread over Victoria’s face at his words. The direct reference to his penis appalled her, and to accuse her of spying on him …
‘You…’ Victoria spluttered. She was totally at a loss for words. The conceited arrogance of him… How dare he?
The rage bubbled in the girl and then the unbidden image of the Gypsy’s cock flashed across her mind. Victoria was appalled further by the quick clenching of her insides as she thought of what she’d seen and she was forced to retreat in an agony of confusion with the man’s mocking laugh sending her on her way.
***
It was two months before she saw the damnable Gypsy again. Victoria saw his caravan in the yard when she came back down from the big house. Her stomach tilted and her senses were immediately thrown into a flurry of confusion, as though her ordered thoughts had been blown wildly about like the fallen autumnal leaves.
‘He’s here,’ Victoria whispered and felt a tickle of interest between her legs. She experienced a throb of desire for the arrogant gypsy despite her dislike for the man, and she shamefully recalled how she’d rubbed urgently at her sex the evening that followed their first meeting. The sexual arousal she’d felt after her morning ride, coupled with the glimpse of the man’s cock had been too much for the girl, and she’d succumbed to a masturbatory frenzy in her cot above the stalls.
This relatively mild beginning had slowly evolved over the weeks into a full blown fantasy in which the gypsy man expertly used his penis against the virgin stable girl.
Victoria heard the ringing of metal upon metal coming from the stable; he was obviously already hard at work inside. The girl steeled herself for the confrontation and entered the stables. Once again, just like the first time she’d seen the man, Victoria stopped and stared. He was turned three quarters of the way round from her, oblivious to her presence as he concentrated fully on the iron work in front of him.
He was stripped bare to the waist in deference to the heat from his forge and Victoria had an almost perfect view of his muscled torso. His body shone lightly with the sweat of his toil, which gave his tanned body an oiled look. Victoria watched unmoving as the efficient muscles in his arms worked the hammer rhythmically. She saw his corded forearms tense and loosen as his hand rose and fell. The muscles in his back moved with the same fluid grace as her horse, Jupiter, and Victoria felt her own body begin to pulse and throb at its secret places.
Just then, as though sensing someone watching, the gypsy turned. Victoria could only gaze at his wide-shouldered physique. His chest was covered with plated muscle, decorated with the tiny coins of his nipples. The ridges of his stomach stood out starkly above the laced breeches at his narrow waist and Victoria could clearly see the arrogant bulge of him at the front.
‘Ah, the sweet stable girl,’ he smiled, the hammer loose in his hand.
Victoria simply stared back at him, her eyes moving quickly as though memorising his dark, wild-eyed features. His long, black hair was tied back, a feminine thing to do in those times, but which somehow seemed so, so masculine on this fine specimen of a man.
The man’s eyes lost their amused twinkle as Victoria approached him. He had been anticipating the enjoyment of taunting and teasing the girl again. He had hopes of taking things further along and had been savouring the thrill of the chase, but here, it appeared that the girl was prepared to move the game forward so much more quickly.
‘What’s your name,’ Victoria said quietly, her words almost lost behind the hiss of the forge.
‘Jonathon,’ he replied, standing still while the girl crept closer and closer.
Finally, Victoria stopped, her body hovering an inch or two from Jonathon’s chest. She looked up at him slightly as he stood taller than she, and then Jonathon did the only thing he could under the circumstances. He bent towards the pretty girl and pressed his mouth to hers.
Instinctively, Victoria opened her lips and felt his tongue push quickly against hers. The kiss opened the floodgates of Victoria’s lust and she returned the kiss hungrily, moaning into the gypsy’s open mouth as their tongues slid over and over.
Victoria ran her open palms over Jonathon’s tightly muscled body. She savoured the oily wetness of his sweat. Far from repelled, she longed to taste the salt of his labours and licked at his exposed nipples when their kiss broke.
Victoria spent a moment on each of the dark circles and then ran the tip of her tongue down along the taut ridges and bumps of Jonathon’s stomach, unlacing his breeches as she journeyed down.
Urgently the girl pulled the leggings down past the gypsy’s thighs releasing his stiffening cock.
‘Oh, dear Lord!’ she cried out when she was confronted by the reality of Jonathon’s penis. ‘It’s so thick… so terribly thick…’
Jonathon lifted the girl to her feet and kissed her again. He took her hand as they kissed and placed her fingers around his shaft. Victoria hissed and gasped when she felt the life in her fist. She pulled her mouth from his and looked down at the length of him.
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