Princess Ces'alena (Webster Fields)

by Mercedes Keyes

  Lena swallowed, then nodded and followed it up with, “I want you.”

  Manny rose to his knees as well, now facing her. He reached over and began undoing her thick braids that Kayleen had put in. “I want your hair, loose…free, wild as it was when I first laid eyes on you.” He spoke passionately, working his fingers within the braids to free her tawny mane. Once he was done with her hair, he went to the tie in front of her gown, untying the four bows…surprised when she sat letting him, stunned even more when she reached out her hand and touched his chest; running her fingers through the bristly hairs.

  “Do all white men have hair on their chest as you do?”

  Manny was busy pulling the top of her gown from her shoulders as she asked this. She shifted allowing him. “I’m not sure…I suppose so.” He answered grinning. “I’m glad you do…I like it.” She informed him. Manny chuckled, “I’m glad to hear this.” He returned pushing the dress down her arms to her waist, lifting her arms, she covered her breasts.

  Confused, Manny looked from her face, to her hands covering her breast. “What is this?” He pointed, indicating her sudden modesty.

  “I’m naked.”

  Manny smiled, “Its okay you know…it is all apart of the pleasuring.”

  Her eyes told it all, she was growing nervous again.

  Manny scooted closer, leaned in and began kissing her again; tasting her full lips as if coated with delicious honey. Lena shivered enjoying his skill…especially when his lips began to travel. Her head suddenly felt heavy as the weight of it fell back exposing her long throat.

  Manny’s lips were slow and thorough in the travel, kissing and sucking as he coated the skin in his path. Lena sucked in through clenched teeth with little pants as he drew ever closer; his hands on her arms now pulling her up as he kissed on the way down. She was up in his arms leaning against him, having to uncover her breasts putting her hands on his shoulders, having done so, she experienced the most incredible warmth, the wonderful moistness of his mouth covered one of her throbbing nipples; making her gasp and cry out, while the tip of his tongue firmed up to jab, circle and play at it’s tip.

  She cried out again grabbing his head cradling him there to continue in his assault, infusing her with pleasure so acute she was trembling and begging for it to continue. Unconsciously she arched her back to feed him more… wanting him to lave them both, and he did, sending her to dizzying heights.

  Hungrily sucking and pulling at the dark points with his teeth, as he kissed down the round firm globe to the underside rubbing his cheeks and face against them. With one hand holding her to him, the other ventured down to push the gown off of her waist, over her hips and down her thighs.

  Wrapping that same arm around her thighs, he lifted her - then laid her down…leaning back to remove the dress completely… thankful there was nothing underneath. Lena felt an urge to cover herself, but he had her on fire. She could only stare up at him as he allowed his eyes to glide over her body appreciatively. She could actually feel the heat of his gaze on her flesh like soothing hands rubbing her down, her nipples beaded even harder in response, until they throbbed to be sucked on the more. Lena felt a burn that took her breath away, especially at that part of her body that was throbbing warm, and swelling with need. Manny wasted not another moment removing his breeches and then climbing back into the bed next to her.

  She caught a glimpse of him, and was quietly stunned, wondering suddenly did she still want to go through with it. This was her first time seeing a man’s erection. He was large, thick with a length that worried her. She knew what it was for…but now she would learn the full extent. Manny took another moment to capture her lying there, trembling and wanting him. Her flat tight stomach, wide hips and enticing slender, shapely legs folding as she turned into him. Laying as she was, like this, he wanted to treasure the picture, he wanted to remember it always.

  She’d turned into him hoping that he would get whatever he would do over with quickly, but he was in no hurry, even though he caught the change in her once she saw him in the all together. He knew he had to rekindle the passion in her as his hands began tenderly stroking her. “Please, I wish for this to be done, to get it over with.” She panted afraid.

  “Shhh, not until…I’ve pleased you first.” He kissed her lips again as he stroked her…making her whimper fearfully as his mouth covered hers. His warm, wet tongue gently laved her lips, teeth and then within. His hand started rubbing and venturing over her body; his palm cupping her young, firm breast, making her quiver once again as her excitement rebuilt. She began arching her back, needing his touch urgently as he kneaded from one breast to the other. Sensing her need, his mouth left her lips, kissing down the center of her chest to choose a breast to lave and love; slowly moving on to the other.

  In rising passion Lena brought her arms back over her head, unconsciously abandoning her body to him. Her head grew restless; tossing to and fro as her hands saught out something to hold, finding the spindles of his headboard behind her, she tightly grasped two of the columns and held on. Lena thought the surface of her body would catch aflame. Then her eyes shot open when his hand went down between her thighs, “Nooo - no! Don’t!” A moan escaped her as he ignored her, working his fingers gently over that moist place that throbbed…he hit the spot that needed stroking as if it were a switch and her legs widened of their own will.

  Lena’s head dug back into the mattress with her eyes rolling back from the feel of his masterful fingers playing in her wet folds. Manny rubbed and stroked her in a rhythm meant to make her crazy. As soon as her hips started rolling and rotating he went down all the way. Keeping his hand there as her legs widened even more, she couldn’t stop herself. A tightness was building that demanded she open wider. Knowing that, he stroked more until his mouth and tongue replaced his hand. Shocked Lena catapulted upward gasping, but it was too late to stop him. Her restless body flinched and jerked, moving and gyrating at him. He clamped his hands around her thighs and hips as he buried his face while probing her with his tongue.

  Lena lost control, as her vision went white; her head starting shaking madly. A coil so deep and tight wrapped around her, firing a sensation so keen, explosion! She erupted, her scream at the top of her lungs as her lower body convulsed into soul shattering spasms. Jerking and quivering till she was crying for it to stop. But he drank of her as if a man desperately needing to quench his thirst. Until head shaking and whimpering in panting mews, she began pushing his head away - too sensitive to be touched further. Climbing back up her climaxing, sensitive body, he kissed all the way up remaining between her legs where his erection met up with her throbbing womanhood, wet, swollen and sensitive, ready for his penetration. Due to the heightened sensitivity, Lena whimpered when she felt him there, positioning the dull hardness at her entrance. Her ears were ringing, and the bed was spinning as he pinned her in place with his triceps to her shoulders, his hands gripping the very columns she’d released. Looking into her eyes, his back arched as he sought entry…he could feel the snug tightness not wanting to give…and knew he was going to have to force himself through.

  Lena’s eyes widened as the pain and burning began with him forcefully stretching her to accommodate his size. The squeezing of her around him sent his senses reeling, despite the discomfort to his groin, he reached down relieving the pressure from him to aid in the penetration, digging his toes into the mattress for leverage he shoved his hard length forward.

  “No! Stop! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!” She cried, but he had already pushed within, tearing her hymen, opening her as he went deeper, his thick width embedded deep. Lena felt she was stretched to the limit as she ached and throbbed around him, feeling full to the limit.

  “Shhh - shhh - shhh… relax, just…relax-…” He coaxed trying to keep control of himself and not move to give her adjustment time; kissing her gently, stroking and soothing her as he held himself still within.

  “It does not fit! It is hurting me! You are hurtin
g me!”

  "Oh Lena, please…don’t make me stop now, I can’t…I can’t stop now.” He groaned then sunk a bit deeper still, making her cry out, gasping, she tried to back away from him, but could not, he had her pinned in place, the motion stirred him anew, making him withdraw. Tears came to her eyes, certain that he was not meant to enter her body. Unable to hold himself back anymore he groaned kissing her, whispering, “I have to move…I have to.” At first slowly, gently…but the passion and force built within him overruled; and he began thrusting more forcefully as Lena gasped and cried to endure him.

  Her nether place, swollen and sore, burned feeling every pull of his thickness and push to re-enter, the next more demanding than the last. The discomfort made it seem as if he took forever, battering her over and over, powerful thrusts that made her squeal and whimper it hurt so. Just when she thought she could take no more, she felt him swelling even more before he delivered the most vigorous thrusts of all, shoving her up into his triceps, her head shaking from his deep penetrations. His pelvic, his groin, slammed against her bottom, moving faster and faster with his mighty rod, “Oh my God!” She cried out, shaking her head. She heard him then, groaning, grunting as he pushed deep and held one final time stiffening as he climaxed, his deep voice growling loud as if an animal with the pleasure of his release. He shuddered and convulsed above her, then collapsed there breathing heavy out of breath. Slowly he withdrew and fell over on his side of the bed, pulling her gently into his side, encircling her within his arms. Finally he opened his eyes, looking down into her face that she tried to avert.

  Her bottom lip was pulled into her mouth clenched between her teeth. Her cheeks wet from tears. “I’m sorry it hurt you so. But you’ll get used to me.” He soothed gently, kissing her brow.

  She shook her head, “No! Never again…you are an animal!” Manny bit into his lip not to chuckle. “I’m afraid princess, in that…men are all pretty much the same.” He admitted softly.

  “I do not care! Never again, do you hear! Not ever!” She cried, even though he lay beside her, it felt as if he were still within her.

  She felt swollen, throbbing and sore. The joints of her hips ached from the weight of him and his powerful pounding, leaving her with no doubt that she’d lost her virginity.

  Manny sighed refusing to let her go despite her half hearted struggles to be free of him. He hadn’t meant to lose control, but then…he’d never felt the way she made him feel before either. Adding to the fuel, her snug fit, and the pressure to his groin. Finally she gave up trying to get out of his arms as he turned on his side forcing her back to his chest to hold her as his hand constantly soothed her, stroking her until she fell asleep.

  Then sometime in the night, she felt him erect once again, probing behind her in the spoon position…before she could mutter a clear gasp, he was impaling her tender soreness once more. His arms like iron bands holding her in place as his hips rocked back and forth, his hands cupping her breast as he filled her to capacity unable to stop himself from climbing once again to the dizzying heights having her sent him to.

  Manny didn’t know how or why, but the need was as powerful as the first, if not more so knowing how it made him feel. She was something potent in his system, and he had to work her out of it. This night he would, and after this night...the need would be gone to do so again. It took three times to assuage his need for her.

  By dawn, Lena was so sore and swollen, she could not walk. Knowing this, Manny’s conscience bothered him – yet, never quite enough to keep him off of her. Gently he cleansed her, the sight of blood from her making him feel even worse. Carefully he wrapped her in his blue cotton robe and carried her back to Kayleen’s before the plantation awakened and began to stir. She would not look at him the entire time he administered to her, nor when he carried her in his arms. Once inside Kayleen’s cabin, he took her straight to the bed.

  Unable to make eye contact with Kayleen. His departing comment was, “Leave her to rest today, and tomorrow if she wishes…” He looked as if about to say more, but left, leaving it unsaid.

  Kayleen prepared Lena a hot bath to soak in, her face heavily expressing guilt for leading Lena to his bed, knowing how hard the first time could be. Lena however ignored Kayleen’s guilty prattle as she soaked. The main thing on her mind was how she was going to get away. She didn’t know where she would go, but she was leaving…the third time he stirred and entered her body convinced her of this, she was afraid he would never get enough…and it would never end. Now that she was out of his hands, she would make sure he never took hold of her again. The third night at Webster Fields, Lena decided it was time to leave.

  As the night fell and all retired…which she thought would take forever with the old timers that sat on the porches deep into the night sometimes, so she had to outlast them. Once she was convinced they were sleeping as well…she took what she would need and stole out into the night.

  For the last couple of days, Manny struggled with a need to see Lena again, just to see how she was…he told himself. But he decided it was best that he leave her alone. After all, he’d gotten his fill…and he’d leave her to herself now. However with that decision, came a rift between him and Kayleen, there was a definite tension when she was speaking to him. Now, when she came to serve him, everything was slammed down in front of him, or tossed at him.

  Her words were nothing more than grunts - and if looks could kill. She actually treated his father better than him; to the point of Morris fussing at her in the kitchen. “You just leave that boy be! He doing the right thing and you know it! She free now to do whatever she want, let her set her claws into one of the yard boys now.” That said he turned to leave the kitchen when she followed him to the door, glaring at Manny. “I’m thinkin’, that’s exactly what me and Ma’ Nicey’ll do! With the handsome bunch we got, I’m sure one’ll suit her.”

  “You just do that then! Good idea!” Morris shot back.

  But Manny sat at the table staring at his untouched food, then finally scooted his chair back and left the room. His face was on fire at the thought of another man laying hands on her. Kissing her, looking into those eyes; he wouldn’t stop to examine himself as to why he felt that way. Why he couldn’t sleep at night; when all else were deep in slumber, he would find himself out on his balcony staring over at Kayleen’s cabin longingly.

  Which is where he was when he saw a dark shadow moving with caution from her porch steps, in between cabins to the back of the cabin…then running across from behind towards the woods. He spared but a moment to be stunned…realizing who it was. It was Lena, actually trying to leave, but in his mind…it felt as though she was leaving him.

  Lena ran as fast as her feet would carry her, stumbling here and there, trying to maintain her speed as she fled for freedom. She wouldn’t worry over the possible dangers she might encounter, her first duty was to distance herself from Webster Fields and its’ master. As she ran, her shortened breaths were all she heard, the breaking of a branch, the snap of a twig…but something was out of sync. There were branches breaking, twigs snapping, and a rustling of leaves taking place behind her at a much faster pace, and of strong force. She stopped to be sure she was hearing correctly, trying to calm her breathing - when it dawned on her, she was being pursued, and at a pace that would soon over take her.

  Lena squealed out, spun grabbing her dress tail and attempted a sprint to reopen the gap…but her stalker was swifter on foot. By the sound of what was coming up behind her, Lena feared she would be trampled by something fierce. She screamed out dropping her bundle as she was grabbed by the arm from behind and swung around …immediately she started swinging. Her blows hurting her more for pounding on a forearm block that was immediate and hard. “Noooooo!” She fought and screamed until Manny had both of her arms in a punishing grip…squeezing and then shaking her like a rag doll. “Stop it!!” He barked…his deep voice fierce and frightening. "How dare you leave me! How dare you!” He shook her until she thought
her neck would snap. “Are you mad?! Do you know what could happen to you?” He yelled.

  “I don’t care!” She was sobbing as her hands grew numb. He lifted her off the ground to place her face even with his. “You - are - mine!” He ground out with his heart pounding. “What do I have to do - to get that through your head!?”

  Sniffing and crying, she shouted, “No! I am free! I will never be yours!” She didn’t care if he snapped her neck. “You stubborn little-…yes! Yes damn you!” Before she could rebuke him further, his mouth was on hers. What started as a punishment, ended in passion. Manny found himself again with the need to plead with her, but he wouldn’t…she would learn her place…and that was with him. Ignoring her struggle, he laid her down where he found her…and again attempted to slake his lust with her. Lena, try as she might - not to…found pleasure anyway despite the initial pain of his powerful thrust of entry. She didn’t want to cry out, but that something gripped her again, sending her beyond the stars…where he soon joined her. Once again before dawn, Manny returned her to Kayleen’s cabin…his parting statement.

  “Don’t try it again…don’t try it again. You’ll find it’ll only turn out as it did last night, me finding you and dragging you back…after - I’ve had you enough.” He caught her wrist mid way to slap him. Incredulous he asked, “Want more do you? Perhaps we should spend a day, the way we spend our nights? That what you want?”

  “I want you to leave me alone!” She shot, snatching her wrist away, turning into the cabin and slamming the door with a shove and a scream in his face. Manny stood at the cabin door a few minutes, and then turned stepping down the porch steps – and from no where, he laughed, a deep rolling chuckle.

  Some old timers up and out on the porches already looked at him grinning; the snags of missing teeth in their mouths comical. It didn’t bother him that when he took off after her, he took off with nothing on but his breeches and the boots he slipped his feet into. Manny waved at the old timers as they grinned, finding his situation comical.