Spirit of the Solstice
It was already late afternoon by the time Bri and the professor crested the top of the hill and finally looked upon the ancient stone monoliths that had been their destination. There were twelve stones in total, each of them nearly ten feet tall, and arranged in a perfect circle at the very peak of the hill the professor and his young assistant now stood upon. Even from some distance away, Bri could see the stones were covered in ancient markings and symbols as well, most likely Celtic in origin, much like everything else that excited the professor.
Indeed, had the stones and the symbols covering them not been Celtic in origin – or, at the very least, hypothesized to be so – it was unlikely they would have made the drive out here in the professor's dilapidated station wagon in the first place. Though supposedly still in the same county, the drive itself had taken almost two full hours because of the many twists and turns necessary to make it to this seemingly forgotten part of the countryside, and Bri was frankly impressed the professor had managed to find it at all, even more so since he made a point to never use GPS if he could avoid it.
Thinking of the professor, Bri looked over to ensure the older gentleman had made it to the top of the hill along with her, though she knew she needn't have worried; despite being old enough to be her grandfather, Professor Henry H. Hartingham had always been in remarkably good shape, and could probably run laps around her if he so chose. Indeed, were it not for his snowy white hair, his oversized spectacles, or his ridiculously old-fashioned clothing, the professor could have easily passed for a man half his age, and just as spry. A native Englishman who could trace his heritage back well over a thousand years, his complexion was fair and still relatively wrinkle-free, even if he was a little too slender for his own good. The fact he was lugging around a backpack full of research equipment without so much as breaking a sweat only further assured Bri he would have likely been just as fine without her there to "assist" him.
Bri, on the other hand, a biracial girl of fifteen with mocha-colored skin and frizzy black hair, stood out like a sore thumb in that isolated English countryside. Though also carrying a backpack of materials for the professor's use, while the older gentleman was dressed in conservative clothing including a ridiculous pair of trousers sporting suspenders, Bri was dressed more appropriately for the summer heat in a pair of denim shorts and a low-cut top. To say the two of them were an odd pair would have been an understatement, and likely would have raised eyebrows had there been anyone else around to see them; alas, they were alone, seemingly the only two living souls around for miles, a fact that surprised Bri more than a little.
"Why isn't there anyone else here?" the teenager asked as she and the professor approached the nearest of the stones now that they were at the top of the hill. "I mean, sure, it isn't Stonehenge, but it's certainly big enough. I thought there would be more people here."
"We're of a similar mind in that regard," Professor Hartingham responded warmly, smiling a little as he looked upon the stones fondly, as though greeting an old friend. "It's one of the finest stone circles in the British Isles, but it's largely unknown. Haven't a clue as to why, because, as you say, it's quite large, and remarkably well-preserved. On the other hand, at least it means we won't be disturbed, eh?"
"And we really couldn't have come any other day?" Bri asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at the professor.
"Well, of course we could have, but it's the summer solstice!" the professor told her, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "The solstice – as you well know – was one of the most significant pagan holidays, and it's long been theorized that stone circles such as this one have been intimately tied to such astronomical events. Places like this would have been considered places of power. Sacred sites, perhaps even sites of great magic. Why, thousands of years ago, on this very spot, the ancient Britons would no doubt have prepared a grand festival. Bonfires, feasts, dancing and singing…and perhaps some less savory rituals, as well."
"Yeah?" Bri commented, grinning a little mischievously. "Like orgies, right, professor?"
"Actually, I was referring to human sacrifice," Professor Hartingham explained, clearing his throat rather awkwardly and blushing a little despite himself. Even now, after all this time, the teenager still managed to embarrass him on occasion, and he feared she rather enjoyed doing so. "But, yes, perhaps sexual rites as well. The Celts were nothing if not a lively people."
"Sounds like my kind of party," the girl went on, her smile widening as she pushed the envelope farther still.
"Yes, yes, you've had your fun, Bri," the professor replied with a roll of his eyes as he led the girl into the center of the stone circle and finally put down the backpack he had been carrying. "Tick tock, dear. We're burning daylight, and I'd like to be well under way before the sun sets and the solstice ends."
"You're the boss, prof," Bri answered dutifully, following suit by dropping her backpack next to the professor's and then immediately going to work unpacking what was within. This was, after all, something she had done many times before, and she was by now well-versed in preparing a site for her elder's research. As such, the girl went straight to work getting everything ready even as the professor himself began to scout out the circle and designate his primary source of study.
Had anyone else been around to see Bri and the professor – either on the hill, in the stone circle, or even in the general surrounding area – they would have likely questioned what in the world an elderly historian and a teenage girl were doing working together in the first place. As unusual a pair as the two of them made, however, their relationship seemed as innocent and natural as any friendship, at least as far as Bri was concerned, for she had known the professor for several years now, and she trusted him more than she trusted even herself.
It had all started when Bri's father had left the family just shy of her tenth birthday. Heartbroken, and without her husband's income, Bri's mother had no longer been able to afford their home in the suburbs of London, and so she and Bri had been forced to move to a much smaller cottage in the country. The move hadn't been easy for either of them – Bri's mother had to find an entirely new job, after all, and Bri had lost all her old friends and acquaintances – but it had been made much more bearable thanks largely to the patience and charity of their neighbor, the distinguished Professor Henry H. Hartingham.
A historian, archaeologist, and lecturer of some renown, Professor Hartingham – whom Bri often referred to simply as "the professor" or "prof" – was an expert on ancient cultures, specializing on the Celtic Britons of old. He was also one of the kindest men Bri had ever met, and she both loved and respected him despite his great age and altogether stuffy mannerisms. Whenever Bri's mother hadn't been available to watch after her, the professor had always been more than willing to step up, and as the girl grew older, she began to take a greater interest in his work and even begin to help him out from time to time, including going out on excursions to the middle of nowhere, as she was doing this day. It wasn't that Bri had any particular interest in Celtic or British history – truth be told, she found it all rather dull – but she knew it was important to the professor, and so she made it important to herself as well. Indeed, seeing the professor truly excited was one of Bri's favorite things in the world, and a part of her longed to see him truly passionate about something – anything – other than this work.
Suffice to say, this expedition of theirs was far from the first for either of them, and Bri's mother knew exactly where her daughter was and trusted the man she was with quite explicitly. As such, it didn't take long for Bri and the professor to get to work. Once everything was unpacked, the professor dove right into his research, investigating the first of the twelve stones as he jotted down notes in his trusty journal, occasionally speaking aloud to himself, but otherwise working as quietly and diligently as a church mouse.
And, as the professor went about his business, Bri went about exploring the stone circle herself, being careful not to get in her elder's way as she did so. Usually, the girl could rely on her cell phone to keep her entertained while the professor worked, but the remoteness of the hill unfortunately meant that she didn't have a signal, and so was left to her own devices in this instance. Try as she might, however, Bri simply couldn't find the surrounding monoliths even half as fascinating as the professor evidently did, and so soon retreated to the center of the stone circle to lounge about lazily. The warmth of the sun felt nice on the exposed skin of her arms and legs, and she hummed approvingly as she leaned back and let her face bathe in the midsummer heat and the gentle breezes that occasionally drifted through her frizzy black hair.
With nothing else to do, Bri soon found herself watching the professor as he studied stone after stone, wholly absorbed in his research, no doubt with thoughts of the ancient Celtic peoples running through his head. The girl smiled a little as she watched him, always happy to see her beloved guardian and elder in his element, going about his work with the energy and enthusiasm of a man easily half his age. Nevertheless, as she sat there in the center of the stone circle with her arms crossed over her bare knees, watching him with growing affection, she found herself wanting nothing more than to see him so passionate about something other than ancient history.
Like me, said a dark and mysterious voice in the back of her brain that Bri immediately repressed as best she could, as though embarrassed to have ever thought it in the first place. It would be wonderful to see him so passionate about me…
Blushing lightly, the girl bit her lip and finally looked away from the professor for a moment or two, inwardly ashamed at herself for ever thinking such a thing. It was true that, on occasion, she had found herself thinking somewhat inappropriate things about the professor, particularly as she grew older and closer to being a full-fledged woman, but she knew such thoughts were dangerous. After all, the professor was over fifty years her senior, and old enough to her grandfather; such things simply weren't done in today's day and age, and rightly so. Not to mention the fact he had been like a surrogate father figure for years now, at least since Bri's own father had left without so much as saying goodbye, which only served to make the whole thing seem even more inappropriate. Besides, the professor had never been anything but a proper gentleman; not once had Bri ever caught him so much as looking at her in a lewd or unsuitable fashion, and she felt quite sure the man would never forgive himself if he ever had. That's just the kind of man he was.
Unfortunately for them both, more and more, Bri found herself believing that was exactly the kind of man she wanted most.
"Bri, did you hear me?"
The teenager finally found herself shaken out of her own thoughts and feelings upon hearing the professor's voice. How long she had been lost in her mind, she did not know, but she started slightly when she heard the professor speaking to her, and found he had already moved on to yet another stone. Indeed, a fair amount of time seemed to have passed, as the sun was already nearing the horizon, and evening was well on its way; had she dozed there in the midsummer sun, her thoughts on the professor?
"Sorry, professor," Bri said as she shook her head slightly, as though ridding herself of the cobwebs that had gathered in her mind. "I don't know what happened. I think I must have fallen asleep."
"Having yourself a midsummer night's dream, eh?" the professor countered with an affectionate smile of his own, adjusting his glasses a little so he could better see the girl in the dying sunlight. "I was simply asking if you could bring me a flashlight – my old eyes aren't what they used to be, I'm afraid – but I think you rather have the right idea. Sunset isn't far off, and we should take the time to appreciate the solstice, don't you think?"
"Whatever you say, professor," Bri said right back, responding to his smile with one of her own. She blushed a little as well, but was thankful that her darker skin tone, as well as the shrinking daylight, served to hide it from the professor. "Actually, that reminds me. Why do they call it 'midsummer' if the solstice is supposed to be the beginning of summer?"
"That would be because the definition of summer has changed quite a bit over the centuries," the professor answered dutifully as he began packing up his things so he could retreat to the center of the stone circle with his teenage assistant. "You see, in many northern cultures, summer was originally believed to begin much earlier. Here in Britain, for instance, the Celts believed summer began on May Day. You remember May Day, of course?"
"That's the one where the naked girls dance around the Maypole, right?" Bri replied, her mischievous smile widening a little as she saw the professor grow flustered.
"Well, it's not confirmed that they did it in the nude, but yes, you've the right idea," Professor Hartingham confirmed, clearing his throat a little and adjusting his glasses yet again. "Without proper written records, we may never know for sure exactly how they celebrated, or even why, but we can make some rather excellent guesses."
"You're Celtic, aren't you, professor?" Bri asked, genuinely curious, though she knew she must have asked this a hundred times before.
"Indeed, I am, among other things," the professor admitted proudly, still packing everything away. "You'll not find a pureblooded Celtic gentleman anywhere on this island – not a thousand years ago, and certainly not in today's day and age – but I daresay I've a fair strain of good Celtic stock flowing in my veins!"
Bri frowned a little in thought, at that. "Do you think I have any Celtic in me?"
"It's quite possible," the professor confirmed, "though it would be from your father's side, I would wager."
"Bloody wanker."
"A right bloody wanker, indeed," the professor agreed, allowing himself a small smile upon seeing how Bri lit up upon hearing him use even the mildest of profanity. "Celtic stock or not, to abandon your mother and you in such a way as he did! Unthinkable and crass."
"Unthinkable and crass!" Bri mimicked the professor's old-fashioned words, altering her voice so she sounded positively ancient in comparison. The professor, however, merely chuckled good-naturedly in response as he finished packing up his things and prepared to join Bri in the center of the stone circle. "Oh, professor! Look!"
The professor had been so caught up in his conversation with Bri that he had all but lost track of time as he packed up his things, and so it wasn't until the girl spoke up and pointed behind him that he remembered the sunset. Looking upon it, the gentleman watched with wonder as the sun set perfectly between two of the monolithic stones, all but confirming the popular hypothesis that such stone circles were constructed by the ancient peoples as rudimentary timetables. With a genuine smile on his face, he watched as the sun sank over the horizon, the last of its light illuminating the circle he stood within, bordered on either side by the massive stones placed there specifically for just such an occasion.
And, as the professor watched the sunset on the solstice, Bri found herself once again watching the professor. Temporarily illuminated by the dimming light of the setting sun, the man stood directly between the two tall stones he had last been studying, all three of them casting long shadows upon the interior of the stone circle as well as the hill beyond. Bri smiled as she watched the professor stare into the sunset, his mind no doubt abuzz with historical theories and anthropological hypotheses.
Then, all of a sudden, it was no longer the professor Bri saw standing there between the two monolithic stones…but someone else entirely.
Bri blinked, confused, as the image of Professor Henry H. Hartingham seemed to fade away for a time, not into nothingness, but instead to be replaced by a different shape altogether. One moment, the professor was standing right there, his large glasses reflecting the light of the setting sun and his snowy white hair fluttering about his slender frame; the next, an entirely different, much larger, much more intimidating figure stood in his place. Broader, with thick muscles, flowing red hair and beard, and a cape that billowed in the gentle summer breeze, the figure stood between the two stones right where the professor had been only seconds before.
The girl watched in awe, still sitting in the center of the stone circle and suddenly finding herself unable to move or speak or do anything of the sort, as the new figure turned to reveal himself. No longer the elderly professor of ancient history, now the man standing between the two stones was both younger and stronger, a warrior born, as evidenced by his bare chest and muscular arms, covered as they were in ritualistic blue woad. The man wore a gold circlet that held back much of his flowing red hair, as well as a pair of handmade trousers, thick boots, and a cape that billowed too majestically to be real. He looked at Bri with fiery eyes full of wilderness and passion, as green and glimmering as emeralds, a stark contrast to the dim gray eyes of her beloved professor.
And yet neither was the professor wholly gone. As Bri blinked wildly, trying to better see the sight before her, the images of the professor and the Celtic warrior both seemed present, as though one were merely superimposed upon the other. One moment, it was the professor; the next, it was the ancient Celt; then, back again, and again, and again, until the girl somehow saw them both at the same time, their forms moving in perfect conjunction with one another, no matter how little they seemed to line up.
The professor – or the Celtic warrior – said something, then. It was a word Bri had never heard before in her life, perhaps a Celtic word, but somehow she knew exactly what it meant. Still blinking wildly, confused, and feeling more and more as though what she was experiencing was less reality than some strange dream, Bri nonetheless did as the figure asked and rose to her feet, standing there in the center of the stone circle.
Then, as the teenager watched, unable to move, not wanting to move, the professor began to undress before her. Removing his suspenders, he then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off to reveal his slender chest, covered in snowy white hair. A moment later, his socks and shoes were removed, and then he pulled off his trousers and briefs as well, leaving him entirely naked as he stood along the edge of the large stone circle.
Bri gasped as she truly looked upon her mentor for the first time, blushing deeply and most particularly, not only because of her previous feelings for the professor or the taboo of the situation, but because she saw not only him, but also the Celtic warrior whose shape and consciousness seemed to have replaced him. Standing taller and broader than the professor, the warrior was likewise fully revealed, and the girl felt her heart flutter and her legs grow weak as she looked upon his musculature, his stance, and the engorged cock standing erect between his mighty legs. Bri had never before seen a man's cock – had never so much as kissed a boy, much less lain with a man – but now she saw two at once, superimposed upon one another, both as large and thick and as beautiful as she could have ever imagined.
Before she knew what she was doing – or why she was doing it – Bri soon found herself mimicking the actions of her mentor by removing her own clothes, one at a time. Her socks and shoes came off first, followed shortly by her low-cut top, which she pulled up and over her head. Her simple white bra came next, and both bra and shirt were then dropped to the ground below, revealing the girl's perky and untouched breasts to the world, her little brown nipples hardening at the touch of the summer breeze upon them. Then, as the professor and the warrior watched from only a few meters away, Bri undid her shorts and slid both them and her panties down her bare legs, moving only to step out of them once they had fallen to her feet.
Just as Bri had never before seen a man naked, so too had she never been naked herself in front of anyone but her mother in many, many years. Deep down, she knew she should have been embarrassed, or perhaps tried to cover up her nudity, but for whatever reason, she felt no need to do so. Instead, she found she rather enjoyed standing fully revealed to the world in the stone circle atop the hill, the last lingering beams of sunlight kissing her bare mocha skin as they too began to fade away into darkness. And, if the fiery passion she saw gleaming in the eyes of her mentor were any indication, he enjoyed it every bit as much as she did.
Without another word, the professor – the warrior – both of them – approached, each step mightier than the last, until he stood before her, and Bri found herself in awe at his very presence. Before the girl could speak, or indeed do anything else at all, however, the warrior had taken her in his arms and was crashing his lips upon hers with such ferocity that the girl felt as though all the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. So shocked was she by the feel of the professor's lips upon hers and his hands upon her naked body, that she almost found herself unable to reciprocate, her heart all aflutter and her entire form tingling with pleasure. She managed it at last, however, closing her eyes contentedly as she finally returned the warrior's kiss with one of her own, her frizzy black hair fluttering out behind her as she ran her hands over his bare and muscular chest even as he held her close.
How long the two of them were locked in that fiery embrace, Bri never knew, but when at last her lover pulled back and allowed her a breath of fresh air, she found she was already laying on her back in the center of the ancient stone circle. The teenager felt the warm grass beneath her flesh, prickling against her bare back and naked buttocks, and reveled in the sensation of being so fully exposed atop the hill in the isolated countryside. Above her was the warrior, whose spirit it seemed had taken all but full possession of the professor by this time, his red hair flowing in the summer breeze and his passion dancing in his fiery green eyes as he held her close.
With her hands upon the warrior's broad and steady shoulders as she lay on her back, Bri looked down and shuddered as she saw the Celtic man's engorged manhood hovering mere centimeters from her untouched virgin cunt. Though the girl knew she should have been nervous, especially with a cock as long and as thick as the one now all but pressed against her needy opening, she found her sense of longing to have it inside her was greater still. Already slick with desire, the girl spread her bare legs farther apart, as though giving consent physically instead of verbally, and prepared herself for what she knew what must come next.
Then, as the teenager watched with building desire, and biting her lip impatiently, the warrior did as was asked of him by placing the head of his cock against her womanhood and then pushing himself inside of her.
"Ahhhhh…!" Bri gasped aloud as she felt the man above her pushing deeper, deeper, deeper inside of her, tears in her eyes as she felt her cunt stretching to accommodate both his length and girth. Despite the pain, she urged him on, surprised at how wonderful it felt to be filled so completely, and she shuddered in pleasure as she felt inch after inch of her lover's manhood sink deeper still into her warm and welcoming folds. "Yes! Uhnnnn…"
The warrior, perhaps sensing the girl's inexperience, did not fully sheathe himself inside Bri from the very beginning, and instead was disciplined enough to stop once he was only halfway inside her. Giving the girl a moment to adjust, he then slowly began pulling himself back out until only the head of his cock was still buried inside her needy cunt before slowly pushing himself back in, going just a little bit farther and fitting just a little bit more of his length inside the girl beneath him. He did this again, and again, and again, slowly at first, giving the teenager time and strength to adjust and better accommodate the fat stranger within herself, and it wasn't long before the entirety of his manhood was finally sheathed inside her.
"Oh, god…" Bri moaned gently as she looked down at herself, watching with building pleasure as the Celtic warrior began moving in and out of her with full, deep thrusts. The girl's eyes widened as she saw her lover's cock pushing and pulling in and out of her slick and needy slit, joining them together, leaving her to do little else but take her pounding like a good girl. More and more, she felt herself giving in to the sensation of being wholly taken, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she felt thrust after thrust send waves of pleasure coursing through her young body. "Oh, yes, yes, yes…!"
The warrior, meanwhile, went about his duty with relish, his soldier's spirit marveling at the beauty and warmth of the maiden with which he laid on this, the longest and holiest of days. Though admittedly darker in skin than those of maidens he had loved in years past, the girl was young and ripe and responsive, as well as beautiful upon compare. She was also remarkably tight – no doubt a virgin until he had taken her – and she grew tighter still as he thrust into her again and again, until his hips were slapping against her inner thighs and buttocks over and over. Her moans of pleasure were as music to the warrior's ears, and only further encouraged him to take her harder, faster, and deeper still.
And the harder, faster, and deeper the warrior loved Bri, the more responsive Bri was to his attentive ministrations. She moaned louder and more often as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again, causing her buck her hips wantonly and passionately, desperate to take her lover as deeply within herself as was humanly possible. Her bare legs stretched around his thrusting hips, begging for more, and she gripped his shoulders and back tightly, sometimes even drawing blood, as she held on for dear life. Her supple breasts, large for her age, as well as perky and youthful, bounced back and forth delightfully, in time with the warrior's thrusts, entrancing him and encouraging him alike.
Indeed, it was the sight of her beautiful breasts bouncing back and forth that convinced the warrior to lean down and take one of the girl's brown nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently and causing Bri to shudder with pleasure and delight beneath him. The other breast was quickly taken hold of by the warrior, so he could better grope and squeeze it, and the sounds the girl made as he did so only reinforced his desire to maintain his manhandling of her chest. Bri, who had been entirely untouched before this day, was meanwhile lost in the ecstasy that ran through her young body as her mighty warrior took her in every way he could.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhnnn!" Bri found herself moaning in steadily building pleasure, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as she fought to give as good as she got, bucking her nubile hips to take her lover's thrust as deeply as she possibly could. The girl was all but lost in a world of unimaginable pleasure, her entire body being used by one she could barely see and certainly couldn't understand, but every inch of her enjoying it beyond the ability of words to state. "Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmmm!"
As the teenager bucked her hips and felt her breasts bounce back and forth, at least when they weren't being manhandled or suckled by the mighty warrior thrusting forcefully into her tightening cunt again and again, Bri likewise felt the world around them both. She felt the warmth of the last rays of the setting sun as it kissed her bare skin, felt the grass and dirt beneath her as her bare buttocks and back slid back and forth with every thrust, even reached out and sunk her fingers into the warm earth of the hilltop she was being pounded right into it. She even believed she felt the twelve mighty stones standing circling her and her lover, as though they were living things, ancient guardians watching the two of them as they rutted for all the world to see, shamelessly and happily.
All the while, the warrior kept about his work, slamming his hips against Bri's again and again as he penetrated deeper and deeper within her, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over the poor and inexperienced girl. Nonetheless, she took it, every inch of his cock, every movement of his hips, and every ounce of his passion. The harder and faster he went, moving so quickly the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed about the stone circle, the more Bri fought to give in return, tightening her legs around his waist, bucking her hips to meet his, and looking up into his fiery eyes with nothing but happiness in her own.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…!" Bri moaned loudly as her entire body slid atop the hill, her bare ass streaked with lines of earth and blades of grass and her legs wrapped around the thrusting waist of her lover. She looked down again at where she and the warrior were joined, his cock slamming into her again and again and again, each thrust bringing a whole new wave of ecstasy and pleasure, and she was all but overwhelmed. "Uhn! Uhn! Puh-Puh-Please! Kiss me…!"
And whether the warrior understood what Bri said or not, he did as she asked regardless, capturing her lips with his in another mighty kiss so hard and so passionate that the girl all but swooned right then and there. Indeed, so powerful was the kiss in conjunction with the warrior's already powerful thrusts, that it served as the catalyst for the teenager's own climax, and she soon found herself tumbling head over heels into a world of white as unbearable pleasure quickly and wholly overwhelmed her. Never before had the girl felt such unbridled ecstasy as every nerve and muscle in her body seemed to shudder and spasm in delight, until she felt she had nothing at all left to give.
Her body laying limp, even as her lover continued to drive himself into her harder and faster with every passing second, it took almost a full minute before Bri managed to open her eyes again. Once they were open, however, she was surprised – but also rather delighted – to find the warrior had all but disappeared, leaving only her beloved Professor Hartingham thrusting into her tightening adolescent cunt again and again.
"Professor…" Bri said gently, smiling affectionately and blushing as she weakly but dutifully bucked her hips to meet her elder thrust for thrust, savoring every inch of his cock inside her just as she had done for the warrior he had been only seconds before. "Oh, professor…!"
Though the face and form above her were no doubt the professor's, Bri saw in his eyes the same fire and passion she had last seen dancing in the eyes of the warrior who had taken her virginity, and seeing that passion alive and well in the eyes of her beloved professor as he desperately made love to her was almost enough to send the teenager spiraling downwards into yet another powerful orgasm.
"Almost there…" the professor said, in his own voice, all but grunting as he slammed his slender hips into Bri's with quickening urgency, one of his hands on either side of the girl's head as he looked down upon her with fire and love in his eyes. The older gentleman was red in face as he prepared to finish, sweating profusely as he built up to his own climax, and Bri swore she couldn't have ever loved him more than she did in that very moment. "Almost there…"
"Please, professor…!" Bri gasped happily, taking hold of the professor and pulling him closer still until he was all but laying atop her as he rutted into her tightening cunt like an animal in heat. She even went so far as to wrap her bare legs around his thrusting waist, ensuring he could not pull out of her until she wished it. "Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please…!"
Finally, just as Bri was afraid it would never happen, it did. As the teenager held the professor close, her nails digging into his bare back and her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her desperately and passionately, she heard him groan loudly, and knew he too had finally reached his end. A moment later, her entire body shuddered in pleasure as she felt rope after rope of the professor's warm seed flow inside her, painting the walls of her womb white for the very first time. Having never before felt a man ejaculate inside her, Bri almost came again right then and there, even as the older man filled her fairly to bursting, until streams of his seed flowed out of her cunt and onto the grassy ground below.
"Uhhhh!" the professor groaned loudly as he came inside the teenage girl, filling her adolescent cunt with his warm cream, his heart pounding in his chest so hard he thought it might burst. Bri held him all the while, ensuring he could not pull out, accepting his wonderful gift with all the joy she could muster, smiling broadly and blushing deeply as she felt the man claim her as his own. "Oh, good lord…"
Even after the last few drops of the professor's seed had been successfully deposited deep inside Bri's teenage cunt, the two remained together for some time in the afterglow of their experience, holding one another, catching their breath, and perhaps coming to terms with the reality of their situation. Yet as the professor slowly recovered – and likewise seemed to come back to his own mind – Bri remained as happy and as comfortable as if it were still the warrior she was embracing, holding her beloved elder close and savoring the sensation of his swollen cock still buried inside of her. In truth, the girl had never been happier, and part of her wished the moment they shared didn't ever have to end.
Alas, the solstice was coming to an end, just as all things end, and so too would this moment end as well. But that didn't mean the ending had to be a sad one.
By the time the professor had caught his breath and finally seemed to be conscious of who he was, where he was, and what he had done, the sun had fully set over the horizon, and night had fallen. The twelve monolithic stones of the circle stood tall and proud as ever, no longer casting shadows now that the sun had disappeared, leaving Bri and the professor the only ones atop the hill, perhaps the only ones around for many miles.
"Thank you, professor," Bri whispered gently as she felt the professor finally begin to extricate himself from her form, his face as red as a tomato and his heart no doubt racing in his chest as he realized what had transpired. The man looked almost as though he were in a daze, and perhaps he was, for the spirit of the warrior was wholly gone now, leaving only the old man Bri knew and loved. "Thank you so much…"
If the professor heard Bri, he made no indication of it, and simply blinked a few times as he sat up and looked around, as though truly seeing the world for what it was for the first time since the sun began to set over the horizon. Upon finding himself naked, the man looked quite startled, and the sight of his eyes widening in horror upon looking over at Bri to find her just as naked, with his cum oozing out of her freshly-fucked cunt, was almost enough to make the girl burst out in laughter despite herself.
"Please, Bri, forgive me," Professor Hartingham finally said as he finally got up and began gathering his clothes, as though dressing himself would somehow erase what he had done. "I can't imagine what in the world came over me."
"It's okay, professor," Bri said as she, too, sat up, but didn't move to dress herself in any way. Instead, sitting with her knees up, she rather enjoyed the feeling of the cool evening air on her naked flesh, as well as the sensation of the professor's seed leaking out of her cunt and onto the grass below. "Maybe you were right about this being a place of power. Maybe this place is magic after all, just like the Celts said."
At that, even the professor, startled and mortified as he was, had to chuckle, at least a little. "Yes, well, even so…let's not tell your mother about this, eh?"
To which Bri likewise chuckled, smiling affectionately as she watched the professor dress himself, a thousand ideas already running through her mind as to how she could go about getting him back out of those clothes again sometime soon. Solstice or not, what she and the professor had experienced had been real, and she didn't plan on waiting a whole year for it to happen again.
"You got it, prof," she finally said, still watching him all the while with a smile on her face. "You're the boss."
"There's a good girl."