A FIRST TIME TALE

In the inn's room, it was first time,    
When both out of their clothes did climb    
In company of each other,    
The Beloved and her Lover,    
Each facing the opposite way,    
Preparing to roll in the hay,
Then turned to each other's faces,    
When they'd reveal secret places.    
   
His hands, crossed over his crown jewels,  
Parted, unveiled masculine tools.    
Confident and upright he stood,    
A figure that she thought quite good,    
Almost like statues she had seen    
In galleries where they had been.    
Self conscious of her bobs and bits,    
She stood, one arm across her tits.  
   
Her left hand, demure, stretched down where    
It shielded her pubic hair.    
To him, she looked like 'Birth of Venus',    
A sight touching to heart, then penis.       
He smiled. "No need for this to do,    
I'd like to see the whole, real, you."    
He gently touched her hand, the right,    
Drew it so her tits came in sight.    
   
"I like the way your breasts protrude,"    
he said, "You know, they look good nude."    
"The sooner these hands come away"    
He went on, "Sooner we can play."    
Strengthened by his warming touch,    
She drew other hand from her crotch.    
She looked downward on his torso,    
To where she glimpsed his manhood grow.    
   
She realised how exciting    
She was to him, so inviting    
Her to play a more eager part    
In the unfolding bedroom art.    
Their hands, outreaching, came to rest    
On other's shoulders, then the chest.    
She massaged through his dark chest hair,    
While his cupped and fondled her pair.  
   
Her nipples sprouted in twin peaks,    
She purred as he kissed both her cheeks,    
Then breathed more loudly at a peck    
That he repeated on her neck.    
They keen tasted each other's lips,   
While hands moved down towards the hips.    
His upright hardness she could feel    
On her tum, thought "Wow, this is real!"    
   
She felt her thighs becoming wet,    
Under influence of his pet.    
He slid his hands to her butt cheeks    
And squeezed each, producing short "eeks",    
Then moved a hand to gently stroke    
Her labia and clit, to stoke    
The passion fires, burning within,    
That made her crave to get him in.    
   
From her he drew his forefinger,  
Now wet, to his tongue, to linger,  
Savouring her warm honeyed taste -  
Then kissed that spot below her waist.
This made her tremble, hips and knees, 
And respond with some "fuck me" pleas.  
The way things moved so turned her head,    
She moaned "YESSS!", to his "On the bed?"    
   
Onto the bed she backward dived;    
He got on top, entered, then swived.    
They stopped at her initial pain  
Of 'breaking in', then rocked again.  
Inside and out of her he thrust,    
With some positional adjust,    
While her legs rubbed his, coiling round    
Behind his thighs as he did pound.    
   
In heat of mutual desire,    
She arched her back, moans grew higher    
As quickened the intensity    
Of thrust from his immensity.    
They humped, till ejaculation    
Brought climactic exultation;
While his seed headed to her womb,  
Recovering breaths filled the room.