3 comments/ 26776 views/ 11 favorites Learning the World Ch. 01 By: Sapphirestrand First timer here. This entire project was actually too large for its own good, so I broke it up into 3 parts. Parts 2 and 3 are coming soon. * "Just keep doing what you're already doing. As you work, I'm going to place my hands on certain muscles to make sure you're not overly straining anything." Gabrielle turned back to her task and rolled her eyes when she knew Gary couldn't see. She took pride in being a Freewind and being a Freewind came with knowing how to perform manual labor. But she harbored no ill feelings. Sometimes people, especially higher-ups, just had to be careful. The crop duster's daughter gently placed the cookie dough onto a high shelf. That was when she felt a hand placed on her lower back. When she looked behind her Gabrielle saw that Gary was standing right behind, looking down at her ass. Another hand dropped to her upper leg, and both hands began to firmly knead the deeper tissue. "Continue working," Gary said, and Gabrielle complied. And the next thirty or so minutes passed in roughly the same fashion: with Gary periodically groping his temporary assistant's ass, stomach, legs, or back while she sorted supplies and removed boxes. This was probably the best day of his life. Gabrielle went back to the supply pile and when she bent down to pick up a bucket of mint flavor, Gary placed both hands on her ass. "Hold on a second there," he ordered politely. When she held still he dropped to his haunches and actually slid his fingers up the back of her short legs getting a good grasp of her full butt cheeks. Everything was so firm underneath the skin, yet the skin itself was soft to the touch. It was as though the delicacies of such a youth, from the softness of her skin to the shape of her body, flourished on physical work. Gary's erection was struggling to burst out of his pants. When he finished feeling Gabrielle's backside up, he allowed her to go drop off the bucket of mint flavor, only to stop her in that pose as well. This time he walked over and placed his groin right up against her ass, greedily savoring the feeling of her butt cheeks hugging his dick. Gary then reached a hand around her hips and copped a feel of her crotch. "Uh...Gary? What's this for?" Gabrielle asked, confusion evident in her voice. Her temporary manager began to knead his cupped hand into her pussy. What he was doing felt oddly good to her but it wasn't really overtly registering as she still had a fairly heavy bucket of liquid mint in her arms. "I'm just bracing myself against you to make sure your stance is appropriately sturdy, and that you're not going to pull anything in between your legs," lied the temporary shopkeep. "Just a little bit more, Gabby," he added, then brought his free hand up to grope her bare breast by slipping it under her shirt. Cumbersome as safety procedures often were, any Freewind could tell you the importance of caution out in the field; at the end of the workday, precautions benefit all parties involved. However in this case, these procedures were quite conveniently inconvenient for our teenaged heroine, while certainly benefiting her "boss." Only, before recklessly charging any further into the meat and potatoes of this story, it's important to understand the nature of its beginning. ***** She is one of the sweetest hearts a man has ever known and she goes by the name Gabby. Her birth name is Gabrielle Freewind, but she simply loves it when people feel comfortable enough with her to call her by the nickname. Gabby is the only daughter, and youngest child of Mark and Sally Freewind, in a farming family of four based in the "middle of nowhere" June Hills. Now, June Hills was a small small farming town, so Gabby along with her brother Jacob were home schooled their whole lives because of the lack of a nearby high school. Unfortunately this meant that Gabby grew up short on maybe a few social understandings, as you might have guessed. However, social standing on the other hand, was never something Gabby lacked. Mark Freewind was a greatly respected man in town in part because of his personal reputation, and in part because he was a crop duster. Few people in June Hills had brains enough to read a text other than the Holy Book, let alone fly an airplane. But for some time now, Gabby had been establishing her own reputation with only the help of the family genes. Even before she turned 18 her looks made her the talk of the town. At 5'8" with full breasts, wide hips and a firm butt to compliment the blue-eyed face of an angel, she basically had the hearts and dicks—metaphorically speaking of course—of all the boys her age, as well as the older men in the community. Adding to her local charisma was the fact that she very much helped out with the chores of the family business, which required her to keep her copper-brown hair at a workable shoulder-length. She was the town's tomboy-ish girl next door. In fact, it was a recent discovery made by Gabby and her mother, Sally, that led to a recent boom in the family business: a 100% organic pesticide that was both cheaper, and safer for both environment and consumer than anything on the market. Because the Freewind name held such respect in an already tight-knit town, this meant all of the males were extra careful around the impressionable 18-year-old girl. And as such was the case, she had never dated anyone. Not that this mattered. Gabby was too carefree to mind about dating—there was so much else in life to learn. This didn't mean that something wasn't missing though: sweet Gabby wanted to make some friends, and she couldn't very much do that with both home schooling, and work at the farm keeping her so busy. Worse yet, was that she only had one more year of mandatory school left to go! Which brings us to this random summer day, at the Freewind Farm. "Pa?" Gabby asked her father, putting down her sack of grain. "Yes Gabby?" he replied, wiping his hands of the biplane engine oil. "Give me my morning hug." "Morning Pa." she received his hug nervously. Home school had been such a way of life that she had no idea how her father would react to what she was about to ask. Mark sensed her apprehension. "What's the matter Darling?" "I've been thinking about something a while now that I'd like to talk to you about." "Well, out with it girl. You've got me all suspended!" Mark said, leaning back against a wing. "You see Jake and I only have one more year of schooling left before we're done." She stopped a moment, raising her arm wipe moisture from her forehead. This immediately drew Mark's eyes to the swell of her breasts, which for some time now, had been a natural magnet to male eyes. Even though her father had no outward interest in her, lifelong habit drew his eyes the curves his daughter sported. The overalls she always wore for chores hardly showed off her ass, but her pert chest couldn't be hidden by a simple white tee and suspended jeans. She continued, "What with both Jake and me being 18 now, and the family business doing so well, I was...Pa?" Gabby noticed her father wasn't exactly paying attention. Another thing that the Freewinds were known for was their empathy for emotions, or even a lack there of. In this case she caught her father spacing out, but she had for a long time now been used to that, and thought nothing of it. Didn't even pay attention to the fact that his eyes were directed at her chest. The snap-to was fast and Mark remade eye-contact, "Yes? You're 18 and the farm's doing well...Go on." "Well I was really hoping to know what high school is like." She stopped there, waiting for a response. But the air stood still for a moment. "You've been high schooling for the last three years, so I take it you're referring to public high school?" She nodded. "Jacob," Mark called out. Off in the corner of the barn, Jacob was repairing a broken wheel barrel, when he overheard the conversation. He was practically at attention before his name was even called. "How do you feel about this?" the father asked. "Been wondering myself, Pa. High school sounds like a mighty interesting place. I know you've warned us of all the waywardness that goes on there, but it seems like one year couldn't undo everything we've learned." "It could be a really important experience!" Gabby chimed in. "See just how bad the outside world can get. Maybe even see a few good things about it too. You always say it's best to know both ups and downs in life." "That I do," Mark said, rubbing the whiskers on his chin. "How's your Ma feel about it?" "Said she'd be fine with if it you were!" Gabby said, hopefully. Even Jake was looking brighter. Their father was about to seal the deal. "On one condition. You have to earn it, and my trust that you can handle it." "How do we meet that condition, Pa?" asked the young man. Brother and sister listened intently. "You two want to get out into the world, start with June Hills first. Community service, kids. I want you to volunteer your spare time around town for the remainder of the summer, and if I like what I hear and see about your efforts at personal growth, then come next school year, I'll have you two enrolled in the neighboring county's high school." "Oh thank you, Pa!" shouted Gabby, as she jumped up and threw her arms around her father's neck. "Yeah, thanks a million, Pa!" added Jake, giving his sister a pat on the back. The very next day Mark and Sally sent their children into the quaint town of June Hills to go looking for volunteering opportunities. Although they shared the goal of finding a place to volunteer, their searches took them in very different directions. As it was, Gabby started out at the local ice cream shop. It matched her personality perfectly. She liked ice cream, and it was summer. What better place could there have been? "Excuse me, are you back there, Mr. Mixer?" Gabby shouted into the kitchen, from over the counter. Martin Mixer was the shop owner, who had always picked up summer volunteers to help with the flood of Blue Lake kids that flocked over to the popular Ice Cream Diddy's during their summer vacation. It wasn't Martin who answered her call, though. "I'm sorry, he's gone fishing at the lake...Hi" responded Gary, coming out of the kitchen. As soon as he had seen who he was talking to his pulse deepened. The young nubile teenager in front of him wore jean shorts that sported a long and soft pair of tanned legs, and a light blue tank top that nicely hugged her ample breasts, while exposing a toned stomach. He instantly began wondering what the backside of this lovely creature looked like. It was only a moment before the man realized he was practically drooling, but once he returned his gaze to Gabby's blue eyes, there wasn't a hint in the world of her being aware of his private day dream. "Can I wait for Mr. Mixer to get back?" Gabby asked, not paying attention to his wandering eyes. "He'll be back in two days. But I'm overseeing things until he returns. Is there something I can help you with?" "I wanted to offer an able body to help out for the next few weeks. You know, volunteer?" "Well, I don't know about the summer staffing, but I can use some help right now. And all the schedules are logged away in a folder I can look into for you, if I can first finish these chores I need to get done." "That sounds fantastic!" Gabby shouted, giving a quick jump, pulling the man's eyes back down to her chest as it bounced. If she helped him out, he'd be able to find out whether or not there was room for her help over the coming summer. If there was, this gentleman could put the good word in for her to Mr. Mixer. "I knew coming here would be a good idea. Sir, I'm Gabrielle Freewind." She held out her hand for a shake, saying, "What's needed of me?" "Well," he answered, taking her hand and shaking it, " Nice to meet you Gabrielle." "You can call me Gabby," she beamed. "Okay. Call me Gary." Gary wasn't a local, but he was the brother of Martin Mixer's wife; and that's the only reason he got the job of managing shop, as Martin never liked his brother very much. Gary was what many people would call a bad guy. Not overtly evil so much as he was selfish, but still, an unpleasant fellow. "I'm preparing for the rush of Blue Lake High kids we're expecting next week. "Basically, I'm sorting all the pre-mixed flavors and toppings in the kitchen. If you'll come on back..." Gary said, opening the counter top to the young Gabrielle. She followed his lead and walked through to into the kitchen. He deliberately let her move ahead of him so he could get a look at her ass, and boy was that a good call. It took a lot of willpower to keep his hands off of her bubbly butt. This girl had to be getting a regular workout to be in this great of a shape. Once they were both in the kitchen, Gary explained to Gabrielle that the pile of boxes on the floor needed to be emptied, and its contents first sorted into flavors and toppings, before then being placed into their respective storage places. Gabrielle was super excited to help out. "However," Gary paused, wondering if he should try pulling something unethical off with this girl, "if you're going to be helping in the kitchen, it's official policy that you can't be using clothing from the outside, so—" "That's okay, Gary, I can work with my clothing off" Gabrielle interrupted, peeling off her shirt, and dropping it to the floor. This left her standing there in her bra and shorts, looking so soft yet so firm it almost wasn't real. Now, the first thing that went through his mind was how amazing this teenager looked in front of him in her bra; her breasts pressed together, cupping a hint of moisture from the outside heat. The second thing that occurred to him was that he couldn't go through with this. Just then, Gabrielle reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. "Hold on a second!" he said quickly. She stopped and tilted her head in confusion. "There's no need to work without any clothing. We have uniforms for that kind of thing." That's right, Gabrielle's beauty made Gary stupidly good: reformed by foolishness. It was only a momentary lapse on Gary's part though. The moment Gabby's arms dropped back to her side, he silently cursed himself for backing down. "Okay...so where's the clothing?" she asked curiously, standing in her shorts and bra. The man sighed, disappointed with his own error in judgment. "I'll get it and be back in a moment," Gary said leaving the young beauty where she stood. When he came back, the smile had returned to his face as he had handed Gabrielle the shirt and shorts she would be working in. Gary was already back in the game. Of course he didn't bother to turn away as she changed, and she didn't even hesitate to do it in front of him. "Aren't these a little small?" Gabby asked, once she had pulled on the shirt and shorts he provided. The shorts bared her lower butt cheeks as well as her white cotton underwear, and the top was so tight he almost didn't need to imagine her without it on. In fact, all regret convincing her to wear it was dissolved. "The rest of the clothing is out being washed. I'm afraid that's all we have," answered Gary. "It's kind of uncomfortable, you know?" Gabby asked, straightening her back and throwing her chest out, trying to stretch the material. Garry's heart was in his throat, but he couldn't show it if he wanted this to work. While on the one hand he could conceal his nervousness, the bulge in his pants was another story. But Gabrielle remained oblivious to this as well; she was focused instead on the shirt, which was far tighter than anything she wore on the farm. The temporary manager stepped up to the girl and placed a hand on her left breast and squeezed it softly. "Hmmm," Gary said thoughtfully, as if trying to figure something out. As he brought his other hand up to cup the other breast, Gabrielle turned her head up to Garry looking for the answer he was working on. "I think I know how you might make it more comfortable," he added as he gently massaged her soft globes. "Gary?" asked the teenager, noticing that he'd entered one of those brief trances men seemed so frequently to enter. "Yeah! Sorry. You could take off your bra, and the shirt might fit more." "Oh! Good idea." Just like before, she peeled off her shirt, and this time unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. When her breasts were revealed Gary's hard-on grew to full mast; if it wasn't hallucinating, they didn't drop when the support of the bra was no longer a factor. Adding to an already perfect moment, Gabrielle's soft, pink nipples grew hard and their color deepened as the cooler air touched her warm skin. Needless to say, Gary was already contemplating the next move that would allow him to grope this luscious, naive creature. Once her shirt was back on, Gary went on to explain where everything went: which shelves held the toppings, which closets contained flavors, and how everything was organized. When he had nothing left to explain, Gabrielle headed to the boxes and immediately started emptying them and sifting through their contents. 'Truth of the matter was that Gary himself had been tasked with all of these chores three days before, when Martin Mixer left for his vacation, and had put it all off until that day. When Gabrielle arrived, Gary had really just been sitting around doing nothing. Were it not for the crop duster's daughter he would have put it off until the very day of Martin Mixer's return, and possibly even failed to do it on time. Unlike Gary however, Gabrielle was hauling ass. Within fifteen minutes, she was completely done emptying the boxes of their supplies, and already beginning to put the toppings away into their shelves. And what a show she put on for him. Every time she bent over to pick something up, he was provided a direct view of her half-exposed ass, and a fabulously toned pair of sturdy legs. The air itself had a hint of her scent on it as she was working up a light sweat. Only under the morning sunlight coming in from the windows were the fine hairs on her strong lower back visible, and even those called out to his inner animal. Wherever she came from, one thing was sure: this girl knew how to work. But to this realization, horror struck Gary. She was finishing up the only chores he had in a neck-breaking pace, and soon the pleasure of her warmth would be gone. Another play had to be made. "Hold on a second there, Gabby," Gary said, uncrossing his arms and walking over to the girl. The teen came to a halt mid-heft with a tub of cookie-dough bits in her arms. "Another thing I have to do," Gary continued, "in order to maintain safety conditions is observe the way you lift and carry heavy items. Standard procedures, you see." Gabrielle knew how to lift and carry heavy things; if there was one thing that you'd learn from living on a farm, that was it. But she supposed standard procedures were standard. The only thing that surprised her was how many 'standard procedures' needed to be enforced in such a small town business. "Okay," Gabrielle replied, still holding the position she stopped in when Gary spoke up. "What do I do?" "Just keep doing what you're already doing. As you work, I'm going to place my hands on certain muscles to make sure you're not overly straining anything." Gabrielle turned back to her task and rolled her eyes when she knew Gary couldn't see. She took pride in being a Freewind and being a Freewind came with knowing how to perform manual labor. But she harbored no ill feelings. Sometimes people, especially higher-ups, just had to be careful. The crop duster's daughter gently placed the cookie dough onto a high shelf. That was when she felt a hand placed on her lower back. When she looked behind her Gabrielle saw that Gary was standing right behind, looking down at her ass. Another hand dropped to her upper leg, and both hands began to firmly knead the deeper tissue. Learning the World Ch. 01 "Continue working," Gary said, and Gabrielle complied. And the next thirty or so minutes passed in roughly the same fashion: with Gary periodically groping his temporary assistant's ass, stomach, legs, or back while she sorted supplies and removed boxes. This was probably the best day of his life. Gabrielle went back to the supply pile and when she bent down to pick up a bucket of mint flavor, Gary placed both hands on her ass. "Hold on a second there," he ordered politely. When she held still he dropped to his haunches and actually slid his fingers up the back of her short legs getting a good grasp of her full butt cheeks. Everything was so firm underneath the skin, yet the skin itself was soft to the touch. It was as though the delicacies of such a youth, from the softness of her skin to the shape of her body, flourished on physical work. Gary's erection was struggling to burst out of his pants. When he finished feeling Gabrielle's backside up, he allowed her to go drop off the box of mint flavor, only to stop her in that pose as well. This time he walked over and placed his groin right up against her ass, greedily savoring the feeling of her butt cheeks hugging his dick. Gary then reached a hand around her hips and copped a feel of her crotch. "Uh...Gary? What's this for?" Gabrielle asked, confusion evident in her voice. Her temporary manager began to knead his cupped hand into her pussy. What he was doing felt oddly good to her but it wasn't really overtly registering as she still had a fairly heavy bucket of liquid mint in her arms. "I'm just bracing myself against you to make sure your stance is appropriately sturdy, and that you're not going to pull anything in between your legs," lied the temporary shopkeep. "Just a little bit more, Gabby," he added, then brought his free hand up to grope her bare breast by slipping it under her shirt. He proceeded to massage her full tit, along with her cunt while he held himself firmly against the girl's bubbly ass. "Checking your chest to make sure you're holding onto that bucket correctly." Under some circumstances this all might have felt nice, but at that moment she had no leverage to hold the bucket with and she needed to put down the increasingly heavy load. So all she had on her mind was putting it down and getting on with her day. "This is getting really heavy, Gary...Gary?" he was daydreaming again. "Gary!" she said as politely as she could with urgency. "Oh! Yes, I think you're doing great," he finally answered, stepping regretfully away from her. What an amazing time he was having. Her tits were fantastic, but he had to get a finger into that cunt somehow. "Okay I'm done with all the chores you were working on!" Gabby shouted bringing him out of his thoughts. "Wait...what?" he asked in shock. "Can't be," he responded in disbelief. "Sure is! Can you please look up the books now and see if there's any space for extra help?" Gary didn't realize she'd been that close to completing her task. He'd estimated it to take at least five hours when he first sized up the work three days ago. Nowhere in his world could he have seen that being done in a little under an hour. Now was the time for him to silently curse himself again. This girl had such a powerful effect on him that he had totally forgotten to pay attention to how much work was actually being done. Now he had to make good on his end of the bargain. So the man did what he had to do -- what he hated to do. Unfortunately for Gary, as well as Gabrielle, the books showed that Martin had already completely filled the volunteer roster for the summer. Nothing could really be done, or could there be? He had to get his way into the firm teenager's pants, but for now he had to send Gabrielle on her way. Much to his delight, the beautiful Gabrielle changed back into her clothing right in front of him, once more baring her full breasts and stripping down to her panties. But it was over too soon, and she was already on her way to who knows where. Gary had a memento of the encounter though: because she was in such a rush to find someone else volunteer her summer to Gabrielle forgot to put her bra on and take it with her. Of course as soon as she left the shop he went to get some badly needed relief, but more fortunately for Gabby, he was no longer her problem. In her ever-optimistic eyes, there was little to be upset for. She knew something would come eventually, and so she only looked forward to whatever the day had planned for her next. Learning the World Ch. 02 As I work on the 3rd part of this tale, comments may affect how I edit it; so please feel free to provide me with some feedback as well as a vote if you'll be so kind. Gabby's next stop was the local pet clinic. Just the same as with people, Gabby could sense what animals felt, and she was more than strong enough to heft as much weight as any boy her age. Sadly, the clinic was undergoing remodeling, and had temporarily set up shop in Blue Lake – too far for Gabby to travel for volunteering. It was pretty much the same story all over June Hills. The kids' daycare required her to take a series of medical tests over in Blue Lake that would take at least a month to complete; the bookstore's hours overlapped with the schedule she had for her farm chores, and so on, and so forth. This brought her to an empty table at the town Coffee shop. She was contemplating her next move when Mrs. Grounds spoke up from behind the counter. "Why are you looking to volunteer, Sweetheart?" asked the shop-keep. Gabby had asked Mrs. Grounds if anything was available, but unfortunately it was solely a family-run business. Been that way for generations, and some traditions can't be broken, no matter how much one adored Gabby Freewind. Mrs. Grounds felt bad. "Pa said Jake and I need to develop character if we're to prepare ourselves for the world at large. We want to go to highschool, so we need to do some community service. S'ppose you can say this is our time to learn the world." "Well, your father's a sharp man, he is, and I couldn't agree with him more. Them city-slicked teenagers are a wild bunch..." She went on talking about how dangerous the concrete jungle could be for an innocent mind like Gabby's, but the girl wasn't paying attention anymore. Instead, her eyes were on the news wall where something had caught her attention. It was a flyer that read, "Find Yourself, and Attain Well-Being." The young woman stood up and walked over to the wall, pulling it from its thumbtack. Learning the World Ch. 02 The crop duster's daughter quickly added, "Also... it seems like I'm already fitting in before I've actually...entered The... Garden." Spotter smirked as he caressed her vaginal lips undoubtedly massaging her clitoris as well—knowing it was probably why she began to trail off a bit at the end of her statement. "Oh I think you'll fit right in around here," he offered, just as he pressed his middle finger into the moistened hole between her labia. Something clicked, however, when he felt the hot skin of her vagina wrap around his finger. You see, being inside this heavenly creature (even if it was just with one's finger) didn't come without its costs: already Spotter's sensibilities were fading, and as he stroked her inner cunt—placing the other hand on her stomach for stability—the Guide actually forgot what he was supposed to be doing there. The combination of her scent, and the feel of her wetness, and spongy inner warmth kicked him out of his mind. Subconsciously, the man began to lean his face in towards her pussy, as he continued to stroke her from the inside—ready to kiss whatever part of her first touched his lips. A muffled and faint quish could even be heard on the occasional stroke. "Uh...Mister......Is this really needed to get my measurements?" inquired the young busty beauty. It wasn't doubt that spurred her to ask, just a curiosity for what was going on. Whatever he was doing down there felt good, but in the back burner of her absorbent mind was a constant fascination for this entirely new experience. "Spotter?" Gabrielle asked, only a millimeter before his mouth made contact. "Wh...what?" the man asked, coming out of his reverie. He pulled his head back; he was too caught off guard to come up with a reason to place his mouth on her. "Um... yes. The best fits come from really thorough measurements, which means I needed to get as good a feel of you as I can. However," he said, willing his finger out of her vagina, "that being done, it's time to get you into your wrap." "Great!" Gabrielle jumped, causing her breasts to bounce resiliently. On that note, Spotter left the room for about two minutes and came back with what looked like a long, white cotton band. It was a Wrap, which was essentially a long...wrap with about the width of Gabrielle's forearm. The Guide handed it to his bubbly guest and explained to her how to put it on—of course taking liberties in demonstrating it, which meant further groping of her tits, and another feel of her pussy. Spotter was smart enough to avoid inserting himself into it again. They would probably never leave the room if he did, and Manuel would not like that. It wasn't the easiest thing to put on, but when it was on Gabrielle liked the way it looked. Essentially what the process boiled down to was placing the starting end somewhere on her upper chest, and wrapping the garb downwards around her body—effectively pinning down the starting end—again and again until the long cloth ended high on the leg, much like a skirt, where the second end would then be hooked, via a non-obtrusive attachment, to the rest of the Wrap. And according to Spotter, many women around The Garden actually preferred to wear a Wrap in different ways, but the skirt style was the easiest to put on and she wanted to wrap things up...so to speak. This very potently outlined the shape of the female body with a simple, yet elegant design. Simple and elegant, she thought—perfect for a church group. However, the simplicity of the getup did beg one question. She didn't see why so much measuring was needed. Gabrielle was about to inquire about it when Spotter spoke up again. "You look fantastic, Gabrielle," complimented Spotter, reaching out and touching/groping various parts of her newly dressed body. "Just like one of us." "Thanks again Mister!" the naive teenager said, before heading for the doorway that led into the thick of The Garden. "I can't wait to see the rest of the place." "Hold on a second there!" Spotter said, almost apologetically. Gabrielle turned around and looked at the Guide. "There's yet one more thing to be done before we can let you in to our world." "Oh," Gabrielle said, slightly disheartened. Her excitement was building up and she really wanted to get to see The Garden. Spotter saw this and reacted. "Not to worry though, after this, you will be an honorary Rose follower. There's just the matter of some initiations you need to undergo; one in particular must be completed to get beyond that doorway," the man said, indicating the The Garden's entrance. "Okay. What I need to do?" "What makes this church so special, Gabrielle, is that we believe that each of us has a bond to all people, but especially to other Rose Light followers. If you are to see and feel The Rose Light within each one of us, Gabrielle, you must have opened a channel to another believer. Do you understand me?" Spotter asked, his cock getting hard again; it had somewhat deflated when he went to get Gabrielle her Wrap, and only partially reawakened during her dressing. "Sooo..." she stalled, looking upward with one eye winked. His explanations were getting more abstract so she had to think a bit harder to understand what he was saying. "I need to establish some sort of connection to one of you?" "That's correct." "And how do I..." she paused to recall his terminology. Gabrielle figured using their own language was a great way to prove her respect for the culture they were sharing with her. "How do I open a channel to another Rose Light follower?" "Well, young Gabrielle, the traditions differ slightly from men to women, but in both genders it starts no sooner than at eighteen years of age. For a woman such as yourself you must essentially drink from a male member's spiritual stem, the essence of his spirit." Now Gabrielle was finally confused, and it showed on her face. For some time Spotter had been explaining things less from the standpoint of an outsider, and more from the understanding of a Rose child: using the direct metaphor as if he was teaching her. This time however he offered no colloquial explanation for his words, and they seemed to required a deeper knowledge of Rose Light teachings. "I'm sorry...Guide...Guide, Spotter, but I don't understand what you mean. What's this...'spirit' that I need to drink, and what's a stem?" Her sharp blue eyes darted around as she searched different parts of her mind to come up with an answer to her question. "Yes, this was bound to happen eventually," Spotter said, knowingly. This caused her beautiful gaze to settle on him. "Many ways of the Rose Light are better taught soul-to-soul through experience, rather than word of mouth. Mayhap it's now time to start showing you directly what I mean." Back on the farm Gabrielle was always a fast learner to the ear. But little paralleled what she could learned with hands on training, and so being "shown" what he meant was music to her ears. "You mean hands-on experience? That sounds fantastic to me Mist...eh, Guide Spotter. What do I need to do?" Of course Gabrielle's approval was music to the Guide child's ears. His now flaccid penis was really starting to swell at the thought of what was to come. "Right. You will find that many of the Rose Light's most spiritual practices require a very close physical proximity," Spotter said, placing a warm hand on Gabrielle's bare shoulder. His eyes were on the rosy swell of her sun-tanned chest. "Please lower yourself to your knees, young Gabrielle." The nubile teenager obeyed his request, slowly getting to her knees, which put her face at his crotch level; she kept her eyes on her teacher's. "We of The Rose Light call all forms of the process of interpersonal bonding between Rose Light followers 'budding.' Sometimes, because the connection being formed during budding is spiritual in nature, material aspects of life are kept at a minimum—sometimes discarded altogether." By this point, the bulge in Spotter's Loga was becoming more prominent, and sticking into Gabrielle's face. She however, did not pay attention to it, even as it was no more than two inches from her mouth; her shiny blue eyes just stayed trained on Spotter's gaze. "Gabrielle, please inhale deep and hold." She obeyed, and Spotter paused for a few seconds letting her lungs fill with the need to exhale. "Now exhale slowly, young mind." If nothing, the Rose Light preferred a state of relaxation before all instances of 'budding.' "Once more, inhale." Gabrielle complied. "And once more, Gabrielle, exhale. But this time, while you breathe out, I want you to reach into the part of my Loga directly in front of you and take out the stem of my spiritual self." Gabrielle was a little lost here, not knowing exactly what to expect; but in any case she figured she would just take his instructions step by step. So as she exhaled, Gabrielle reached out for the bulge in the Loga and gently grabbed it. Beneath the fabric, she felt a semi-soft and warm lump that filled her hand, which she assumed was the "stem" Spotter kept referring to. Quickly the bright-eyed teenager set to opening the Loga which wasn't hard due to its design; in moments Gabrielle had found a part within the folds of the garb and she opened it, revealing Spotter's half-flaccid penis. The young crop duster's daughter paused briefly. She grew up on a farm with two men and dozens of animals; as a farmer, knew there were differences between males and females, and she had seen penises before but never thought too much about it. What she lacked, however, was a lesson on what's known as "the birds and the bees." Her parents always dreaded getting to that section of the books and so they put it off indefinitely, figuring they'd eventually get to it whether they wanted to or not. So it goes without saying that having one so close to her face wasn't something she was accustomed to. But accustomed to it or not, she knew that this was The Rose Light culture, and she had to embrace it if she was to volunteer for the church—and according to the culture, this "stem" was vital to her acceptance into their circle. "Continue, Gabrielle," Spotter ordered, with a soft voice. "Sorry," she said, coming out of her thoughts. "Please, young one, don't be," he smiled. The volunteer didn't even look up... she was so focused on Spotter's penis. Gabrielle reached into the opened part, wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it out, prompting a quiet sigh from the Guide. She definitely had the man surprised by how soft her fingers were to the touch of his skin. Gabrielle couldn't help but be reminded of milking Suzanne, her cow. For a couple of seconds, the young volunteer studied the organ—the stem—and even gave it the slightest squeeze: it was firm but not hard, and had a well-defined bulb and of course a slit at the tip. The pubic hair around the base of his shaft as well as on his balls wasn't very wild and she assumed he maintained it because of its generally uniform length. Gabrielle noted that with the soft skin, and the warmth that emanated from it, Spotter's stem felt kind of nice in her hand. Her blue eyes came up to his and she asked, "What do I do with your stem, Guide Spotter?" "Start off by stroking it with your hand, but be gentle with me; it's very sensitive. And be sure to use the other hand to massage the sack below." Obediently Gabrielle ran the fingers of both hands lightly over the stiffening shaft. It wasn't long before she closed the fingers of one hand around his erection, and let the other drop to his balls to begin a dual massage. The attention this bubbly teenager was giving Spotter's penis with such fascination was an incredible turn on that made the meat swell to its full girth in her hand. She wondered how it wasn't hurting him--it looked pretty painful being so hard. Just then, as she gently caressed his dick a drop of clear fluid formed at the tip. When Gabrielle noticed this she became worried. "Am I doing this right?" she asked, looking upward with concern. "Just keep doing what you're doing, Gabrielle," Spotter answered, not paying more focus on the sensations she was giving him then the question she asked. "Are you sure, Guide Spotter?" Gabrielle asked, looking back down to the cock that was sticking out from between her index finger and thumb. The sweet visitor pondered a moment, and then got excited. A bit of the fluid had dripped onto her hand, and another drop was already forming at the tip of his penis. "Oh!" she exclaimed. For a moment she thought she might have damaged his "stem," but now she thought she understood. While still holding onto his dick, Gabrielle took a finger and wiped at the slit and then raised it up to show Spotter his own pre-cum. "Is this the essence I'm supposed to get?" "Not quite, young Rosian. But it is a good sign. What you're looking for will come in a greater quantity than that." Spotter couldn't help but return the smile she gave him for the good news. "Now, Gabrielle," the Guide continued. "This next step is crucial to opening a channel with me. Place the organ into your mouth and begin slowly massaging it with your lips and tongue. Take extra care to avoid using your teeth." Looking forward, the busty Gabrielle leaned forward the extra two inches and took the warm velvety penis into her open mouth. First the tip touched the back part of her tongue, and then she closed her lips around the rest of the shaft. As soon as Spotter's cock was clasped in the heat of her mouth it grew even harder! The Guide looked down and began to comb his fingers through the copper-brunette's hair, at which point she began to orally manipulate his swollen erection. "Excellent, Gabrielle. Maintain a steady breath and relax," Spotter offered, both to himself and to the girl attached to his cock. "Of course, you want to concentrate on allowing the experience to transport you into your spiritual senses. Close your eyes and live this moment with me." Now, no one is born with a manual in their head that tells them how to suck cock, but despite her seeming ignorance to the world of blowjobs, this innocent teenager seemed to have a remarkable talent for oral sex. Be it purely coincidental beginner's luck, or an incredibly empathic intuition, this girl's wet mouth massaged his penis to a throbbing erection in a matter of seconds; it was nothing short of heaven and she was bringing him their there quickly. He felt a steady buildup of pressure at the base of his dick almost the entire time. Gabrielle was concentrating on the moments as they passed, as Spotter instructed. Indeed, there was a degree of her senses being slightly elevated. She acutely felt what minor growth of his penis could add as she began to lick the underside of the shaft with her tongue, and when it touched her gag reflex she loosened her throat to accommodate its length. Even with her throat relaxed, she still needed periodic breaks from the deep intrusion, so the gorgeous volunteer would occasionally pull herself back from the cock for a moment or two before she dropped her mouth all the way back down. Even to this, she focused on the sensation of the base of his soft-skinned, yet hard, cock as it passed through her sealed lips. Once the volunteer realized it felt nice, even for her, to pass the shaft through her lips, she up-started the bobbing motion to a rhythm. Despite her knack for the task, she could still use a few extra techniques. "Gabrielle, you're doing excellently right now, but don't forget to massage the sack underneath. The extra work will ultimately result in a greater connection between us," he told her. "You're doing this with flying colors— "Oh yeah, that's great," he added. Now, use your free hand to hold the shaft and stroke it as you pull your mouth off." When Gabrielle obeyed Spotter's request he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, basking in all the sensations that were circling his entire groin. "Oh Gabrielle," he moaned softly, when the farm girl started wetly stroking him with a circular motion. The Guide had to will himself not to lose his composure at what she was doing for him, but he did let out another longer moan. As Gabrielle was still working with her eyes closed and her mind focused, whenever Spotter's cock twitched in her mouth she tasted some more of what she thought was that clear fluid. She didn't exactly understand it, but was sucking more and more of his pre-cum out of his cock. This in turn caused her mouth to salivate, lubricating the slide of her luscious lips over the skin of his throbbing meat. Spotter looked back down to the crop duster's beautiful daughter and inhaled deeply every time Gabrielle's mouth plunged onto his cock. He could feel the buildup her mouth and fingers had been working into him coming to its peak. Likewise, Gabrielle also began to feel his testicles pull up into his groin and could sense something was about to happen. "Wonderful, Gabrielle, the energy of this moment is in full flux and you're about to earn your rite into the Rose L—ugh that's good..." Spotter said, interrupting himself at the sight of her mouth diving onto his cock. Gabrielle pulled her head back and her mouth off of him and paused a moment, still holding onto his pulsating erection. "What'd you say?" she asked, confused by his cut off. "Keep going!" Spotter urged her, placing his hands on the back of her head and pulling her hot mouth over his penis. His climaxed dropped off just a bit because of her interruption, so he continued to explain to her what he was saying before as he began to rock his hips into her face, "When the essence... pours into your mouth, be sure to... get it all and swallow everything. But I'm...literally right......there!" he exhaled, exploding into the snugness of her hollowed cheeks and her squirming tongue. Diligently, the bright student kept her hands busy around his balls and the base of his surging cock. Waves crashed over his body as thick shots of cum escaped his dick, shooting into Gabrielle's wet and welcoming lips. The first squirt onto her tongue came as a bit of a surprise—though it was more of the taste that she had been getting a preview of but on a much fuller, juicier scale—but the young volunteer-to-be kept sucking the semen out of Spotter's spasming cock. Although her cheeks were at first hollowed in around the Guide's spurting dick they quickly relaxed as cum flooded her mouth; all the while she kept using her tongue to caress the sensitive underside of his penis. Once Spotter had spent himself inside of her, Gabrielle swallowed what was quite the mouthful of "spiritual essence;" however, much to his delight the nubile teenager continued to nurse on his cock for a couple of seconds after the quivering had subsided, cleaning off his cock and likely draining out any remaining drops of cum. "That was wonderful, Gabrielle," Spotter said, as he released her head stepped back from her. His penis languorously slid out from her soft lips and a huge grin of satisfaction spread over his face. When Gabrielle finally opened her eyes--her mouth freed from his softening penis--she cleaned her lips and swallowed the remainder of the taste in her mouth. She had no complaints, but the taste had lightly distracting qualities. "It was an honor to be the first to welcome you into our family. Let's take you to meet the other Rosians," Spotter concluded, tucking his penis back into his loga and closing the part. "Great! Thank you so much, Mister!" Gabrielle said, jumping to her feet. Thoughts casually streamed through Spotter's mind as he and Gabrielle left for the rest of Garden: the girl was a natural at this. Taking a look at the two of them, you'd never be able to tell anything had occurred, but Spotter had just been given possibly the best blowjob he would ever remember. Learning the World Ch. 03 What the Rose Light Children managed to build in little June Hills and under everyone's nose was impressive by any standards. The whole compound was comprised of 14 Bungalows, with two more and a water mill under construction. All of them were connected by add-on passageways and together they walled off a large chunk of the river and a sizable creek bed from public view. It was quite the peaceful and private setting; a location chosen with careful deliberation. The Garden's in-doors were no less impressive. Big windows and numerous sky-lights kept natural lighting high during the day (even with the curtains drawn), and soft yellow floor and wall lighting took over as the evening settled in. True to its namesake, The Garden tastefully displayed exotic and local plant life in every room and passageway. Laid throughout, and connecting each room and passageway was an empty wooden channel that ran along the walls and ceilings in most rooms, and along the floors of others. Gabrielle figured it was essentially an aqueduct built to eventually provide ambient water noise, or even perhaps to feed plant life. The lack of flowing water would likely be remedied as soon as construction on the river wheel outside was finished. All in all, this was probably the spiffiest place in June Hills, while being completely inconspicuous about it with the town. A diamond in the rough, some would call it. Rose Light's people were another story altogether. Spotter, Gabby's Guide, literally and figuratively, took her around Garden Outer (which was a'buzz with activity) and introduced her to many happy Rosians. Now, more often than not, pairs and groups of people were encountered mid-budding--'budding' being the generic term Rosians used to refer to sexual activity between two or more people. Naturally, "a beautiful thing need not be interrupted for a casual hello," and so introductions took place while the activity continued: Gabby might exchange names and shake hands with a man who was receiving a blowjob, or she might have done so with a women who was being fucked from behind. In one case Spotter walked her through an entire nine person orgy so that she could greet each person. That incident alone was quiet the experience for her. She even gave a lucky guy a mini-handjob while his female companion spoke a few moments with Guide Spotter. "Thanks for holding my spot, Gabrielle, and it was nice meeting you!" the woman told the bubbly farm girl. Gabby gave the women, named Breena, her welcome and released the man's cock (to his silent disappointment) so that Breena could finish what she started, and then Gabby was off to continue her tour with Guide Spotter. Of course they would encounter the occasional individual walking down the hall, men and women alike. When the young crop duster's daughter asked Spotter why these men--some women too--tended to catch a feel of her ass or breasts, or even probe her vagina, his response was that physical intimacy led to a greater familiarity and a deeper, more trusting bond. And indeed this was a general truth within the church; familiarity, among other things, was always encouraged between followers of the Rose. One thing was certain, and that's that she was instantly popular with whoever she met. It made Gabrielle feel at home being so warmly welcomed and appreciated by so many smiles and friendly faces. After she got a feel for the place, and the place got a feel of her, Spotter gave a brief description of the possible duties she might be considered for volunteering in. These included generic operational jobs, like doing the laundry, preparing meals and washing dishes, or even garden scaping (Gabrielle liked the prospect of this one the most), to more obscure duties like "stress care," and "loga/wrap refitting," and "light seeding," which Spotter promised more details on when the time came. Eventually it came time for Gabrielle's first day in The Garden to conclude, and so Spotter notified her of one more thing she needed to do. Meet Manuel Konn: the founder of Rose Light. Spotter took the bright-eyed teenager to the meeting spot, Garden Inner, which was outside in the cool of night. Maybe ten paces away from the flowing river there was a circle of torches, enclosing a meticulously manicured stone garden. At the center of the smooth-stoned garden sat a man, legs crossed and back straight. When the pert farm girl stopped at the edge of the torch perimeter Spotter beckoned her to walk through. Spotter followed her in and walked over to the sitting man, handing him the piece of paper with all the notes he had taken. Once the information was delivered Spotter left the two alone and went away. Outside, it was only Gabrielle and Manuel; everyone else was in-doors for the evening. Once alone with Manuel, Gabby noted that the founder left his upper torso bare while his Loga was wrapped below the waist. Gabby smirked, thinking it looked like he just got out of the shower. She still stood behind him, but could tell from his back alone that the man was a very lean fella. "Have a seat, Gabrielle," the man offered, his voice firm but calming. "How are you enjoying your first day with The Rose Light?" Gabrielle joined him on the smoothly pebbled ground. "Your church is really swell, and the people too," she said thoughtfully. "I'm really excited about wetting my feet in your day-to-days around here. "But I do wonder what made you choose June Hills to setup shop in. You folks are almost..." she searched for the right words, "glam. S'ppose I'm wondering what a small town like June Hills had to offer a group like yours." "That's a good point," he said, scooting around to face her. "As a group, a family, we value privacy very much. This is because we deeply believe that traditions are most precious when they aren't overused. So naturally, a caring eye is kept on how much, and how often we expose ourselves to the world." Konn closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to think. The man could even faintly smell the scent of the new volunteer sitting some six feet in front of him. When his eyes opened again he continued, "June Hills provides the small and peaceful backdrop a religion such as ours needs to maintain relative anonymity. And it seems to have brought wonderful individuals such as your self into our fold," Konn concluded, with a smile. He also stood up and walked over to the crop duster's daughter, extending an open hand, beckoning her to stand. "Isn't your message something you'd want to share with more people though?" Gabrielle asked, taking his hand and standing up. "Of course, Gabrielle. The Rose Light is always open to newcomers." The Head Member eased Gabrielle's arm to her side and walked around his nubile volunteer, sizing her up with only his eyes, and hands. "But spreading the message only works when those who are on the outside are truly looking--truly receptive, you see. Because we don't want to force our beliefs on others, we must exercise caution with how we present those beliefs." This was as good an explanation as Gabrielle could have hoped for, and so her curiosities were satisfied. She kept silent as Konn's hand trailed up her arm, then over her shoulder, and came to rest on her breast. Manuel continued, "I expect that this place will become your home away from home, Gabrielle. But I do have a question for you," he stated, getting a squeeze of her other breast. He groped for a few moments, savoring the full weight of her tit in his palm. "Do you know why I had you brought here to meet me?" Somewhat distracted, no answer came to mind. Gabrielle didn't really understand why Manuel was feeling her up. "Gee Mister, I'd try a guess, but am not sure I know enough to make a good one." "That's very wise of you to say. Here we cherish tranquility of mind, and harmony of body. In achieving harmony with our environment we must understand and know it, as much as we do ourselves." Pausing a moment, Manuel lowered his face to the exposed swell of her chest and lightly pressed his lips against her flesh. Not quite kissing the skin, but feeling it. It was a brief move, and he let go of her tits and stepped back from her when he was done. "So in spirit of this, it is encouraged for Rosians to be completely open and welcoming to each other in the name of bonding. However for me, the Head Member of the church, knowing each of you is a requirement." "I see," Gabrielle said. She was beginning to understand his actions. "Your responsibility is to each of the members, rather than the church as a whole." "Exactly," Manuel affirmed. He read the piece of paper Spotter gave him. "Do you understand that in order to fully immerse yourself as an active volunteer you need to be able to initiate new members yourself?" The home schooled teenager paused a moment, confused again. "Isn't that what Spo...Guide Spotter did with me?" "What he did was the yin part of the process. He shared with you the Light of the Rose. This makes you a follower of the Light, a Rosian. Followers however, have only the responsibility of practicing our beliefs. Those who wish to directly further the Rose Light's cause are held to a higher standard. What you must now do is the yang part of the process the final step to absorbing The Rose Light into yourself so that you can seed it within others. You did tell Spotter that you wanted to give this church your very best efforts, didn't you?" Manuel finished, feigning concern. Not wanting to risk her shiny new opportunity, Gabriel perked up. "You might not know me well yet, Mister Konn, but it goes without saying that a Freewind gives his or her all to whatever they commit to; and we Freewinds always love a good challenge. So what'd you have in mind for me?" "I'm so glad to hear you feel that way," answered Manuel, standing to his feet. "It's a simple process, really" he said, moving to her backside. Once again, he reached around her and grabbed two handfuls of resilient tit flesh. "Before I can connect to your spirit," he said, bringing his lips to the side of her neck, "I need familiarity with your body." Gabrielle nodded, accepting the current ease of her role. One of Manuel's hands was now slipped under her wrap where it was groping her bare breast, and a bulge pressed firmly into the welcoming curve of her ass. Gabrielle could hear, off in the un-torchlit distance, a light splash came from the river--a fish--and yet the young home-schooler didn't even recognize the warming moisture deep within her self. Bringing his face up to hers he asked, "do you remember how you started bonding with Spotter?" Gabrielle did. "We too need to begin like that." So she dropped to her knees, reaching under the opening of his loga as soon as she was in place. "You're a fast learner, Gabrielle," Manuel complimented, as the teenager began massaging his balls through the fabric. She smiled at his praise, and used her other hand to begin unfastening his loga. When the loga dropped to the floor, she wrapped her slender fingers around his thickened meat and in moments Manuel Khan's head was tilted back as the Rose learner was gently massaging his penis to full girth. The crop duster's daughter looked on in fascination as the man's penis grew between her fingers. It was completely shaved and actually quite mesmerizing. She didn't suppose most folks around June Hills completely shaved themselves below the belt, but getting to see the whole organ was surprisingly pleasing. Like a nice painting in one of her Art History books. There was even a growing drop of precum forming at the reddened tip. Without instruction she leaned forward and took the thickening rod into her mouth, lips rolling over the skin of his shaft as she sucked Manuel in as far as she could. The bright-eyed girl used her lips and tongue to coax the rest of his length out of its slumber and into the back of her throat. The cult leader ran his fingers through the beautiful volunteer's hair, pulling her head further into his lap. Although he was inwardly tempted to just let her finish the job she'd started with her hot mouth, he beckoned her to stand again a few minutes after she'd brought out his full erection. His shaft stood out in front of him obscenely pointing at the plump teenager as if blaming the girl for its inflamed condition. "Wonderful Gabrielle, I can tell you're going to be invaluable in promoting our cause." Once again, the naive brunette beamed at his compliment; Gabrielle was living up to the Freewind name. "More of you needs to be exposed, Gabrielle. Hold still and continue to do as I instruct," he said, now taking a knee in front of her as she stood. After running a hand up her thigh and pinching her well-toned butt, he lifted the part of her wrap that functioned as a skirt to expose her neatly-kept pussy. "You're sure this is necessary?" asked the Rose Light student, realizing the irony of her question to Manuel only after it had escaped her lips. "I wouldn't be the Head Member of this great family if I didn't know what is absolutely necessary, and what is not," he answered running his fingers over the lips of her vagina. "In order to understand how your spirit resonates within the confines of your firm body, I need to know it inside and out. Only then will I be able to properly establish the deepest of connections to you." Manuel smiled reassuringly. "You'd be hard pressed to find man more dedicated to the spark between every human being than me. Now, if you would please lean back a little and allow me to focus." Gabrielle blushed a little, having Manuel's face right there, but kept still, as per instructed. However she wasn't given much time to think about her own nudity because the man pulled her body in by her youthfully tight ass, and began sucking on her pussy. Now, expert was his tongue—as practice was abundant for Manuel and those followers of the Rose. So given the speed of the moment, the nubile volunteer was relishing in the new warmth and wetness Manuel was showing her. As his mouth explored the depths of her sweet insides, he was quickly bringing Gabrielle to a crucial point, which could be heard by her breathing. This was to Manuel's advantage of course, as the girl was lubricating her self quite nicely for what was to come. Innocently she closed her eyes, not understanding everything that was taking place. Her cheeks were flushed and her lower lip was bit, but she kept trying to focus on the task at hand. Focus or not, however, she couldn't ignore the build up of a pressure in between her legs. She figured this must have been what Spotter was talking about when he mentioned spiritual connections being opened, and for the next few moments that would be the last bit of reasoning she would be able to perform. All that was left was her task: follow his instructions, and if none were given, then remain open to instruction and ready to follow. Open and ready. "Open and ready," slipped from Gabrielle's lips without her even knowing, she was so lost in thought. By that point anything on her mind would have subconsciously been voiced aloud. Manuel smirked as he applied a skillful suction to the brunette's clitoris; he didn't know exactly why she was thinking "open and ready," but he was sharp enough to know that it was a private thought that she'd slipped out. Better yet was the irony present in that Freudian slip, because she was indeed, "open and ready." It was only moments later when finally waves of relaxation washed up into her body from her wet depths. As her cunt began to spasm in tandem with the eb of her cumming small gasps and whimpers replaced her exterior concentration. Her knees might have buckled were it not for Manuel's firm hold on her ass keeping her standing, pelvis buried into his face. Reaching a hand to her stomach to feel her orgasm's soft internal rhythm, the cult leader looked up to her innocently misguided face. And for a moment, Manuel had a second thought about what he was doing. She was so cute in her Naïveté that he found himself feeling like an asshole. This girl should be doing these things with a guy who actually cared about her. What teenaged boy wouldn't be this 18-year-old maiden's knight in shining loga? Had he not, himself, once been a pimple-faced dreamer wishing for a girl like this to call his sweetheart? But that was then and this is now. Pussy's a'callin and the world's made a wolf out of this dreamer. Moments are but eternally fleeting, and second thoughts are, after all, second. As a mixture of embarrassment and confusion stalled Gabrielle's normally fast mind, Manuel got back to his feet. And before Gabrielle could half-stutter an apology for her noise and commotion, Head Member Khan interrupted her motion. "Well then, one more step in the process, young Gabrielle," he said quickly turning her around and directing the girl until she was bent over, butt nearly touching his now slightly diminished erection. "I hope I didn't cause too much of a disturbance a moment ago Mister," she offered, a little regretfully. Gabrielle didn't know what was, and what wasn't okay within this particular tradition. She may have very well upset a required balance to complete such a delicate initiation. Torchlight flickered around them and a couple of Rosians could be heard passing by from somewhere beyond firelight—their conversation completely oblivious to the sacred ritual within the graveled clearing. Manuel had been so focused on his intentions that her statement momentarily confused him. "Oh!" he said casually, realizing what she was referring to. "Don't be silly," he concluded, ignoring the continuation of the matter. He ached to sign the contract he'd been writing up this whole time and he was only moments away from that precious goal. With that, he slowly pulled the rear skirt portion of firm homeschooler's wrap over the curve of her ass and privately marveled at the sight before him. Inches away from his dick was a gorgeous girl bent over and only seconds away from being fucked to his heart's delight. The contour of her shapely hips flowed swimmingly underneath his fingers as he got one more anticipatory grope of her backside; a backside that swelled invitingly into an ass that promised a fully cushioned fucking. It was an invite he could no longer resist, if it entire Rose Light order was staked on it. "So what happens next?" the sweet-hearted volunteer asked, to the rapid chirping of the evening crickets and the blowing of the cool night wind. "We begin the bonding of our spirits—the budding of the Rose." And without another word, Manuel placed his hands on her hips and nudged his half-hard dick against the opening of her vagina. Slowly, almost lovingly, he pulled her hips backwards onto his shaft, savoring the feel of her soft cunt lips as they stretched around his penis and accommodated his girth. Within moments his member had slipped completely into her wet sheath, once again at full erection before he even reached the hilt. It was probably the freshest vagina he had ever buried himself into. For whatever reason there wasn't an obstruction, which was a surprise by his expectations, but he attributed it to her growing up on a farm. Manuel began to see-saw himself into the smooth velvet while letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Wonderful, Gabrielle!... I'm really excited... to have you... helping us... regularly." His breathing was no longer calm and meditative—as it was when his nubile visitor first entered the gravel torch-lit clearing; but composure didn't matter anymore. All that mattered to him then was enjoying the gravity of this built-to-fuck girl's vagina as it wetly enveloped his every thrust. He gripped her hips as her firm ass therapeutically bounced up against his pelvic bone. It was the perfect spot to hit as each butt-cushioned thrust was building up that wonderful pressure. Manuel leaned forward as he fucked the girl and grabbed a handful of tit. After he had pulled the upper portion of her wrap down, he squeezed her naked flesh, feeling the nipple grow hard in his palms. Learning the World Ch. 03 His original intention was to have her every which way tonight: doggy, missionary, upside down, wheel barrel, paper airplane, and even in the ass. But plans are a fool's hope. Once sunken into this velvet heaven on earth, there was no stopping until he was able to go no more. Why should he have to stop? He'd have plenty of time with her in the coming summer months anyway. "Ahhh Fu...Almost there, Gabrielle," the man shouted, breathlessly. "We're almost done. Can you feel it?" Confused by the question, the pneumatic volunteer didn't know how to respond (not that a response mattered). She didn't know what she was supposed to be feeling for. The large penis moving in and out of her vagina she definitely felt. Her full breasts being palpated by his almost greedy hands? She felt that. The length of his upper body along her back? That too. She even liked it all enough to think of it as a fun experience. But was there something else she was missing? Was there supposed to be some trans-physical feeling though? Some sign that the bond and transfer between two spirits was almost complete? After a few moments of thought, and more pounding from behind she supposed she could feel something different: a quasi-metaphysical swelling. It was as if his penis was getting even larger inside of her. She figured that must be the subtle beginnings of the spiritual transformation she was told about. And then suddenly Manuel, Head member of the Rose Light order, pulled her fiercely back against his body and there was a surge of warmth deep within her cunt. "Yeesss, that's it, Gabrielle!" Manual exclaimed, as the first squirt of semen exploded into the curvaceous farm girl. After the initial gush or two he quickly continued softly humping to thoroughly finish emptying himself. When his movements gradually ceased, and he partially collapsed onto her, forehead placed between her shoulder blades Gabrielle ventured a question. "How did I do? I think I felt something. Does this mean I can sow the light within others now?" Manuel's head came back up. "Yes indeed you can, and will, Gabrielle," he answered, still lodged in her velvet embrace. "You've absolutely lived up to your promise and done this with flying colors. I look forward to a summer of your volunteering."