"...Are you okay, Apple?" came a meek voice.
Apple just turned his face away, brows furrowed, cheeks a nice, bright shade of red.
"...Fine. Just forget it," he grumbled, glowering over his shoulder.
"Are you sure?" Chamomile dipped her head to the side a bit, noticing Apple glance back at her, then quickly shift his eyes away again.
Yeah, he was definitely trying to avoid looking at her now.
Overcome with a surge of sadness, Chammie bit her lip. She never intended for him to be that mad at her, so much that he didn't want to talk, or even look at her. But she did find it weird that he started out yelling at her, then suddenly went silent. She had cringed a bit under the verbal assault, but fully expected it.
Now he was blushing and turning away. What was that all about? She had never experienced anger like that from anyone before, and she had made a lot people angry at her in the past.
Tenderly reaching out a hand and laying it across his thigh, she urged him to look back at her.
When he did, she did her best to give him the sincerest, most apologetic look she could muster.
"Are you... are you very, very mad?"
Apple rolled his eyes up, near exasperated, anxiously trying to suffocate the arousal welling up inside him. His thigh tingled where her hand lay on it, shooting a pleasantly mild electric wave into his groin.
"...No, I'm not very, very mad," he mumbled.
His voice was soft, and had a forgiving tone to it. He'd feel like he was talking to a child were it not for the pure, unadulterated lust radiating off of her. It was all he could do to just hold on...
By this point, Chamomile knew she was at least no longer in trouble with him. As for the other happenings, however, she was curious about, and coyly smiled at him as he couldn't help but gaze at her more and more. Then she noticed an increasing bulge displaying itself all too apparently in Apple's pants.
"Oh! Look, Apple. I can make it up to you, you know. Let me help you with this?"
Apple first blinked confusedly at her, then watched blankly as she took her hand off of his thigh and pointed at his crotch. His expression changed to one of horror as he finally noticed the expanding hard-on he was now sporting, Chamomile's finger brushing against the top as she smiled, completely unabashed.
"H..holy shit," he exhaled through his teeth, his face scarlet, as he attempted to scoot away. His back hit the end of his cart, though, and he was trapped between it and Chamomile. The only thing he could think to do was to push her hand away, cover himself with his own hand, and completely deny everything. "N-no, there's nothing... I mean, I don't need any help. I...er, I'm not... that is..."
"Oh don't be silly, Applesauce! You have a boner, I can take care of it!" Chamomile grinned, a mischievous fang showing. She loved how his face seemed to flash even brighter at the word "boner."
"D-don't call me 'Applesauce'," was all he could think to say, and when she took it upon herself to open his zipper the rest of the way, as well as unbuckle his belts with precision and speed, he let slip out of desperation, "CHAMOMILE!"
First, Apple froze, stunned at himself. Then he saw that Chamomile herself had glanced up at him with a certain amount of amused surprise as well.
A giggle followed as she then continued what she was doing, regardless of his obvious reluctance.
"Why, Apple, I do believe that's the first time you've ever said my name before. Isn't that funny?"
"N..no..." Apple murmured, but only in regards to the things Chamomile was doing to him, not her question.
First, the belts came off. The bags and items chained to it were tossed onto the ground as they slid off to provide her more accessibility, which she quickly took advantage of.
"N...aah," she heard Apple groan as her skilled hands deftly pulled open his pants and boxers, revealing the hard member that practically begged, against its owner's wishes, for freedom and release. Chamomile, incidentally, was all too happy to comply with Apple's cock rather than Apple himself, and his sharp intake of breath was heard as she blissfully ran her tongue from the bottom of the hard shaft straight up to the tip in one long, luxurious lick.
All of his previous resolutions about the girl seemed to have flown away at that moment, as his breath escaped him in one quick, lustful sigh. Dear lord, he didn't think he'd ever felt anything so gratifying, so wonderful, before. Not even the times he had shyly masturbated, albeit awkwardly, just to rid himself of the natural occurance were this glorious, and this was merely the first lick.
Chamomile glowed as she felt him shudder beneath her touch. God... for this day to finally come, she was exuberant and joyous. Since she first laid eyes on him, she wanted him. It was never a feeling like before, with random hot guys she'd come across in her life that she'd thought might be good in bed. No, when she saw Apple, she just felt something... different.
When she'd thought of sex these past few months she'd known him, she only ever thought of being with him. There was no one else that even entered her thoughts, and as she used her tongue on him even more now, licking and playing and sucking softly, she thought about the countless times she'd pleasured herself to him, fantasized about all the things they could do together. Things she was, at long last, doing now.
It was almost painful, it was so good.
Apple let out another groan, and Chamomile flicked her eyes upward so that she could see his face while she took the head of his cock into her mouth, circling her tongue around and dipping it into its little crevasse, where she tasted a tiny drop of a familiar substance.
Yeah, he seemed to like that a lot. His expression strained a little, overcome with pleasure when she did that, and his breath came quick in little tufts of air that steamed his miniature, oval glasses. When she observed his hands clutching the pebbled ground desperately, tightening into balls when she played with her tongue, she took that as her cue to do a little bit more.
First, she used one of her hands that was embracing his hardness around the base, and started gliding it up and down in time with her licking. This caused Apple to arch a little, and Chamomile took that moment to slip her other hand further into his pants to cup his sack, massaging it tenderly as she pushed his cock deeper into her throat.
"Aaaahn!" Apple gasped, his legs spreading under the undulating pleasure gripping his body, his back arching and falling against his cart as his hands moved up to grip it behind him for support. The things she was doing... how on earth did she learn to do this? It was tantalizing. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching under her touch. Her tongue was doing such amazing little things all over it, from occassionally dipping delicately into the hole on the tip to get at the bit of pre-cum that oozed out, to gulping almost his full length down her delicious throat.
It was incredible...
He felt Chamomile move into a more dominating position. Her arms she draped over his hips, her elbows almost touching the ground as her chest was pushed onto his groin. He felt the underside of his cock rest on the soft flesh of her cleavage, and felt himself almost lose it just then. He wasn't sure what her plan was, but he had a feeling that she knew exactly what she was doing. He only prayed that she would be done with him soon.
It was already unfair, the consequences he knew he'd have to face once she'd had her satisfaction. Although he pretty much felt like he might not be able to look her in the face ever again, he wanted more, despite his constant denying to himself. He wanted those cute little breasts to envelope him around his cock. He almost wanted to touch them himself, but he dared not give her the pleasure of knowing that was what was going through his mind.
As far as he'd let her know, she was raping him.
Of course, that's what Chamomile had in mind. She knew that if Apple saw what she truly intended to do, he would stop all of this, without a doubt. In the back of her mind, she was already wondering if he was worried someone might come back here to see them, although she was not worried about that at all. So she kept sucking on his magnificent cock, glorious as she knew it would be, and playing and toying with him using her hands, teasing him with her bouncy tits like she was going to push them around him. She could feel him jitter and tremble uncontrollably, and she revelled in it. He was curious about what her tits would feel like with his hard cock pushed between them, she just knew it. Mentally, he might not have thought he'd be ready to lose his virginity to her, but she knew he at least wanted this much from her.
It was so nice, this feeling, that Chamomile wanted to reach into her panties and play with herself. She was so wet, so turned on, she could feel it. She felt her pussy pulsating, and her legs quivering as she was bent over giving Apple head. Knowing he would guess what she was up to, she attempted to distract him even more by finally satisfying his curiosity.
So she used her hands to pull her bustier apart to make room. Her breasts were small, she knew, but she'd successfully used them before, and she knew she could do it again.
Apple felt what she was doing, and he gasped readily, his hands gripping the wooden edge of his cart tighter. He felt soft, baby-smooth flesh cover his exposed, trembling shaft, and again almost lost it. It felt so good. He didn't know how other men handled this sort of thing. He gritted his teeth and let her have her way with him, trying desperately not to give her the satisfaction of having made him release so soon. He liked to believe he knew that much about his own body, although it seemed apparent that somehow Chamomile was learning more about it than he ever did.
In fact, Chamomile did know more about what his body wanted, and wanted exactly what he was doing. Should Apple have came so soon, she would have been a little disappointed. She wanted him fully, not just this piddly molestation, only she would have to take extremely clever means to finally jump on him. When she felt his cock twitching for release, she backed off so that he would not cum. In the meantime, she had managed to sneak her hands under her skirt to siddle out of her underwear, for she knew she could grasp the opportunity to fuck him very soon now.
She would be the first ever to finally get into Apple's pants, and that thought made her very, very happy.
In fact, the only happier thought she had was the idea that she could end up with him, as his girlfriend, allowed to fuck him every morning, noon, and night. That would make her simply ecstatic.
"Nn... aah, Chamo...mm... haa..." came the breathy moans of Apple, and Chamomile almost squealed with joy at the pleasure she knew she was providing him. His head was tilted back and resting against his cart, his arms on either side of his head still, and his eyes closed. It was time... she could not foresee any better an opportunity than this, and she quickly lifted herself off of him and moved up his torso, lifting his shirt just a bit so that she could manage to place a few, sizzling kisses on his stomach, and keeping one hand on his cock to continue to rub it.
When Apple felt her leave his pelvic region, he opened his eyes just a little, breath still fast and needy. When he felt her hand leave his cock to slide up to his chest, he wondered what she was doing. When he felt her legs finally straddle his hips lustily, he opened his eyes fully and sat up, letting go of his cart to brace his hands on the ground on both sides of him.
"Chamomile, d-don't..." he started, but Chamomile quickly placed her lips on his.
Oh... his first kiss.
The little minx managed to grab that from him as well, not that he was about to complain so much now. Not after everything else. Besides... it wasn't so bad. It was kind of nice, her soft, moist lips, so feminine against his, her tongue so coy and sweet as it prodded gingerly into his mouth. He let his lips part slightly, and let her tongue toy with his just a little bit before he attempted to break her spell and move away.
"Mmmmm... just like sour apples," Chamomile muttered in a sexy voice, apparently satisfied with that small kiss. Apple glowered, face flushed, and glanced to the side, his arms trembling with the strain of trying not to buckle under the pressure while she took the lead and brought his cock to the lips of her small pussy.
"Uhn... don't," he attempted again, embarassed to be looking down there, seeing her exposed. He tried not to think about how nice it looked for his cock to start pressing into her, and how much harder it made him, so he tried instead to tell her not to do this.
However, that didn't seem to work either, because he never got past that second "don't."
"Nnn... aah," Chamomile squeaked as the head of Apple's cock was just barely nestled in her cunt, pushing into it more and more by the rhythm of both creators' bodies racking with heavy breath. "It'll... mmmh, ahh it'll... feel a little tight, but don't.. aahn... worry," she breathed, one palm behind her on Apple's thigh, the other in front, grasping his stomach. His cock was nice and big, and no doubt, with Chamomile on top, her tiny pussy would need to adjust to it just a little bit, as slick as it was, before burying it inside of her.
Besides, she really wanted to savor this moment, as well as the moments that would surely follow.
Apple, though, had no reply. As Chamomile grinned lustily, like a ferret who had stumbled across a nest of delicious eggs, he bit his lip and tilted his head back, braced for the onslaught of extreme pleasure. He was already throbbing so hard, it was such a tease to his member, to be half-buried already, yet be denied the desired friction. He wanted so badly, against his irate conscience that was screaming at him in the back of his mind, to just fuck her already. It was a want, more than anything, a desire to begin thrusting in and out of her. Now this, he suddenly realized, was the irrational state of mind that he was so deathly afraid of.
What was wrong with him? This was Chamomile here. He hated her, didn't he remember that?
Yet, for some reason, he found himself not hating her as much since she start pleasuring him a few moments, a lifetime, before. In fact, the groan that his throat uttered was one of sheer glee and gratitude when Chamomile finally lowered herself fully onto his cock, shoving it inside of her as she spread her legs wider to help herself fully envelope his length.
"Ah...! Aaahn!" Chamomile was in utter ecstasy as she slid down onto Apple's shaft, filling her cunt completely. Her back arched and her head fell back a little, her small breasts jiggling as her ribcage fell and rose with her ragged breath. Her bustier fell open a little, baring a small and firm, pale pink nipple. "Aah... you feel... so good, Apple," she couldn't help but whisper, more to herself than to him.
Apple, however, barely heard her. "Nnnnh... ghh... uhhn... mmm," he moaned throatily, his ears full of the sounds Chamomile's pussy made as it swallowed his rod hungrily over and over again. His face burned, they were such embarassing, naughty sounds, especially when she began to speed up. Plunging herself faster and harder down onto him, her wet pussy made delightful noises as her high-pitched moans came faster and breathier.
Hearing her making those sounds, making them because of him... it was a feeling akin to gratification, knowing he was driving her near insane, too. He had to admit, because of that, she was getting him so much hotter, so into what they were doing, and he never expected that when she'd first started this. He could no longer bear it, not touching her.
So, hesitantly, yet longingly, Apple brought his hands up Chamomile's thighs and grasped her hips on each side, feeling her rocking them up and down as she continued to grind herself on him.
Without support from his arms, Apple felt himself slowly falling backward, nearly laying completely on the ground before he finally felt his cart behind his shoulders. Even then, he paid no attention to his angle, nor the odd position his neck was in, for he began to try and keep up with Chamomile's rhythm by thrusting his hips upward against hers, almost desperately trying to keep his cock in her nice, tight little cunt by ramming it in her, making her squeal between her quick breaths.
Grunting with ravishment, Apple tightened his grip on her hips, and began to forcefully take control of her movements so that she stayed lower, with his cock shoved hard into her.
This, also, made Chamomile shudder and squeal like never before.
Vaguely, she wondered if he had really never done this. It was a crazy thought, she knew he hadn't, but the insurmountable bliss she was experiencing with him still made her wonder, and as she wondered, she also began to feel an emotion she had never once felt in her life - jealousy. It was an unfamiliar emotion, and she didn't recognize it for what it was, but even just the tiniest notion that Apple might've been with another woman sent white-hot flashes through her, and made her sweat with more than just lovemaking.
He's a natural at this! she finally conluded gleefully to herself, content with what was obviously the truth.
Fine... he seems... to want to be in charge, Chamomile thought as she rode Apple, seeing him biting his lip and grunting through his teeth, looking almost angry and flustered as he continued to direct her. I'll... aahn! He's so good... yes, I love his... mm, his cock... I'll teach him more...
Then Chamomile grinned as she leaned down over him to whisper into his ear, her face flushed with lust.
"Roll over on top of me, Apple."
"Nngh... W-what?" he inquired, barely in his right mind, his eyes only half open.
"Roll me over... get on top of me, and fuck me as hard as you want." Chamomile giggled softly, knowingly.
"N... no, I couldn't." Apple's face turned to the side a little, avoiding her hungry gaze, although his body seemed to want to comply with that request as it greedily ached for more action.
He let Chamomile grasp tiny fistfuls of his uniform, and yank them over herself as she lowered to his side, then onto her back, keeping her legs spread open for him. His body had no choice but to follow, as his cock seemed to selfishly want to stay inside of her, even as she turned them over so that he could lay on top.
Well. This was a new experience.
"Aaahn, Apple! Haahn, yes, mmh... Just like that! Push it in me... hahn! Harder!"
He suddenly found himself listening to Chamomile's increasingly naughtier words as she delightfully told him just what to do. He grasped the stone ground beneath her just above her shoulder, his other hand tightened on the skirt of her uniform bunched up against her hip. Her arms moved around his neck, rubbing back and forth as he rocked her with his thrusting, her tits bouncing on her chest with each impact.
His knees hurt, but he didn't care. He liked doing it in this position, hearing her order him to be rougher, her tight pussy greedily taking all of him in as he rammed it in again and again. It seemed never ending, not that he complained. But soon he felt a deep wave building inside of him as Chamomile squealed and trembled beneath him, grasping tightly onto his back.
It happened for her... was this what it felt like when a woman...?
He couldn't think anymore. He felt the walls of Chamomile's pussy constrict and shudder around his cock, tightening so deliciously on him as her hips thrust up and one leg of hers wrapped around his back, squeezing him onto her. At the same time, he felt her hands squeeze, her nails dig lightly through the fabric of his cape, and that's when it happened for him, too.
"Nn... Aaaah!"
A violent shudder passed through Apple's body as he gave one hard thrust deep into Chamomile's cunt, causing her to release a few more delectable trembles as she moaned and gasped. Apple grunted heavily, expelling one large amount of air as he practically froze, feeling his cock shoot ample amounts of creamy cum into her well.
Amazing...