Ferral Girl - Part 3

The work took a little longer than usual, she kept playing with all my equipment but it was nice to have some company. We make our descent scrambling down the difficult terrain until we finally make it to the track. Its not until we reach the track that I realise she is still completely naked. I'm quite accustomed to seeing her without any clothes on.


I open my rucksack and hand her a spare set of trousers and a shirt. They are so baggy on her the trousers won't stay up and I have to take my belt off and put it on her as well. She laughs at her new outfit, walking like a man, mocking me. I take her back to the nearest town where I have a room in a hotel.


I put on a hot bath for us and take her clothes off then mine and step in. She reluctantly follows. I start to wash her hair I feel her whole body relax when I massage soap into her scalp. “Oh!” Rubbing up a lather I smother it into her long locks. I don't have a hairbrush so I just comb my fingers through her hair. It's all tangled and matted together. At first she clearly doesn't like it but once I work all the knots out she starts to relax and enjoy it. It’s so long I don’t think it’s ever been cut. I rinse her hair with my flask.


She looks at me with those wild eyes as I wash her face with my flannel. Underneath the dirt is a pretty face. I scrub every inch of her body. She seems to like it when I touch her breasts so it takes a while to wash her chest. By the time I'm done the water looks like black coffee there’s that much dirt in it and its so cold we’re shivering. I put fresh hot water in the bath, wash her again and then wash myself. By the time I'm done if it wasn't for those wild eyes and unkept hair, she could pass for any other woman in civilised society.


Underneath the dirt she has beautiful golden hair and her skin is silky smooth and pale. Her eyes, wild as they are sparkle like sapphires and I can’t stop gazing into her ocean eyes. We climb out of the bath and I dry her off then try to wrap my towel around her hair but fail miserably. I only had one towel left and it's soaked so I dry myself off with a bed sheet and hang it up on the bathroom door. "There all done." I kiss her on the lips and her face lights up.


She notices the way that I look at her, puts her hands on my chest and grins “Mmm.”

"No."

"Neh?" She pouts. "No. At least let me buy you dinner first!" She grabs my penis and starts to fondle it. It soon gets hard in her soft hand and then she rubs the tip against her clitoris. I’m not usually one to turn down sex. "But we just did it this morning and I'm starving!"


It feels nice and warm between her legs. She raises a knee up to her chest and pops my bulb inside herself with a long deep groan “Oh!” She puts her leg bach down holds my hips and grinds against me stood up. She has long legs and is the perfect height for me, we just fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. She’s not too heavy either the thought of doing her stood up or against the wall crosses my mind.


She gently starts to hump my, I can feel my shaft flex as it dips in and out of her like a chimney sweep. It feels so tight inside her but but she soon starts to moisten and before we know it we’re in heaven. I lift her up by her bottom and walk her over to the wall. I rest her back against the wall and start to have my way with her. She closes her eyes and sighs. “Mmm-oh!”


I have no doubt what’s on her mind, we have matching appetites for sex as well. I go to kiss her but then her tummy rumbles. “We should eat first.” I put her down and hand her some clothes. I can still feel her slippery juice on my cock but I’ve just spent hours in the bath, I just leave her essence on my body and get dressed.



I take her downstairs to the restaurant dressed in my clothes. They call this place a town but it’s more like a small village. A place where everyone gossips and they don’t like outsiders. When we step foot in the bar everyone stops talking and looks at us like in a Western. She looks frightened so I hold her hand as we walk to the bar.


“Can I see the menu please?” The bar tender hands me a menu. “Can I have a beer please and a cola.” I don’t think she’s ever drank alcohol before. He serves us but doesn’t say a word. She takes a sip of the cola but it’s too rich for her so she spits it out onto the floor. She takes my beer and drinks a third of it in one gulp. “Best make that two beers please.” I order two medium rare steaks and we sit at a table in a quiet corner as far away from everyone else as possible where no one can see us.


She drinks her beer in no time so I order us each another when the food arrives. My beer goes down quite fast with my food. She eats her steak with her hands which she wipes on my leg and then laughs. I’m so hungry and the service is slow. We both finish before the other drinks arrive. The bar tender finally arrives, slamming the glasses on the table. We drink those drinks without saying a word just looking at each other’s bodies and gazing away all timid when we make eye contact.


I go to the bar and get two each this time. She seems to like beer and and she finishes another in no time and belches in my face. She laughs so loud it echoes around the bar. As she reaches for one of my beers I beat her to it, down it in one go and belch in her face and we both laugh hysterically. I’m not much of a people person but this is the most fun I’ve had with anyone in a long time, I feel happy when I’m with her.


I reach for another beer and she puts her hand over it. “Nah Ah.” She points to her lips. I try to take her hand away but can’t without risking spilling my beer. “Nah ahhhh!” She pouts her lips and starts feeling my cock under the table, making it grow. I kiss her and she takes her hand away. “Eh.”


I take a gulp but then she touches my face, pushes the table back carefully so as not to spill any drink, climbs onto my lap facing me and starts dry humping me, both hands on my cheek bones she kisses me. “Nah ah! Not here” I say. I hand her a drink and we gaze into each others eyes as we gulp down our drinks like when you go on a first date in a bar and really hit it off and end up necking your drinks and leaving as quick as possible to do it in a heat of passion.


She has no idea what I was saying and starts to undo her belt. The loose fabric droops out of the way revealing her wild bush. I can smell her sex. It’s so strong yet so pleasant it hits me in a wave and I get a tiny head rush. Her aroma makes me rock hard and she feels my b**st stirring in my pants.


I put one hand on the small of her back and lay back on the chair. I put my other hand down her trousers and gently massage her wet little pearl. She leans forward and gives me a lingering kiss then leans back and undoes my trousers. She pulls my cock out and starts rubbing it up and down with one hand, the other resting on my shoulder.


When my finger finds the right rhythm she starts rocking her hips and biting her lip. “Oh!” I put my finger on her lips and go. “Shhh.” Then nod to the other side of the tavern where we can hear people talking. No one can see us in our quiet little corner but if anyone comes around to clear our plates or anything it will be obvious what we’re up to.


She intuitively knows what will please me rubbing me as if polishing a round brass door knob. After a while she starts to rock her hips faster and polish my knob harder. I can feel the veins on my cock ripple against her fingers, every stroke fills me with almost unbearable pleasure. She tosses me off quite vigorously and I start to feel hot under the collar, my face is burning and my forehead feels moist as I perspire.


I feel my breath become shallower, my legs become tense and all the muscles in my groin area spasm. She grins with delight seeing what affect she has on me. She’s a natural, giving me the hand job of my life without any instruction or practice. I don’t usually enjoy hand jobs, she’s the first woman I’ve ever met that’s any good. Her magic hands make it feel so much better than when I pleasure myself.


I encourage her tickling her pearl harder and faster as well. She starts to feel as if she has melted butter between her legs but as I rub her, instead of spreading thinner she gets wetter and wetter, more and more slippery and a little sticky. Her marmalade is smothered all over her pubic hair which starts to get matted together. She smells good enough to eat, there is just enough jelly on her toast.


She starts to move her hips back and fourth as if she’s riding a horse. Quiet whimpers of joy slip from her mouth. She speaks a primal tongue but has the voice of and angel. Her feral moans are like music to my ears, “Mmm... Eeh…Oh!” She starts to blush and gasp and grin. I know she has the same head rush she is giving me.


When she cums I can feel her vulva drip all over my fingers, pull back and up, pulsating with contractions. If I was inside her I have no doubt the sensation would have massaged every last drop from me. She lets out a whimper and I start to judder and cum with her. She cups her hand over my knob in such a way that most of it flows into her palm. She catches her breath, looks right at me and licks it all off her hand, swallows it all then sticks her tongue out as if to say ‘all gone’ and giggles.


I look right back at her and suck my fingers then she leans forward and firmly grips my shirt with both hands. I grip her waist, my hands fit perfectly around her hot tight body and it feels good to hold her. I look up at her and lean forward the last few inches she needs so that we can kiss passionately. I want to be annoyed with her for doing it in public but really I’m happy to finally meet a girl that ticks all my boxes.


I do her belt back up. I push her to one side trying to get her to sit back down next to me but instead, she climbs under the table and sucks me clean. It feels so good in her mouth and I can’t keep my hands off her. I grab her hair and very gently start to make love to her mouth. She seems to like it. “Hmm.” I can feel her larynx vibrate as she sighs.


Her soft moist lips feel so good one my cock and I’m hard again in seconds. She’s not even using her hands, they are resting on my lap. When I move my leg she presses down on my thigh a little and I know she wants me to stay put. I can’t say no to her when she does this to me. I feel a wave of pleasure build up inside me. She’s already made me cum quite a lot, it could take some time for round two to come around but I don’t care. I feel my back relax into the seat.


She sucks harder, taking me deeper into her mouth, aware that the harder she sucks and the more she makes it feel like I’m inside her wild little pussy the sooner I will cum. I wonder if she can taste herself on me from when I was inside her against the wall. She smells and tastes so sexy its addictive. I want to take her upstairs and get rough with her.


I hear glasses clanking. Someone is going around collecting glasses. It feels so good inside her mouth I want it to last forever but we have to stop. I pull her up by her hair and kiss her on the cheek and look her in the eye “Enough.” She helps do my belt and trousers back up just as a waiter arrives to collect our glasses. “Da dee da!” She says with a smile. Then I look outside through the window, see a man toss a cigarette to the floor and realise he must have seen the whole thing.


She’s stood between my legs with her hands on my shoulders but the waiter seems oblivious that we’re even there. I stand up, take her hand and we go to the bar. She stands right next to me as I pay the bill. As we leave the man that was smoking outside finds us in the entrance hall. He says “What’s your name sweet heart?” in a menacing voice and a creepy grin. She just growls at him.


“She retarded or something?”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.”

“That ain’t no lady, she looks like a whore to me.”

“Well you be a gentleman and leave us be anyway”

“Do you know who I am?”


I can’t help myself it just slips out. “I know what you are!”

“What did you say?” I see him square his feet up ready to strike but before I can try and sweet talk him out of hitting me I hear a swooshing sound like a whip and see her arm move across his face in a blur. He lets out a blood curdling scream as four red lines of blood start to drip from his face where her long fingernails cut him, the top one is right across his eye. I like them a little crazy, having my own pet feral girl is a dream come true.


I drag her back to my room, pin her against the wall with my hand on her neck. “Neh.” I say to her. She just pouts and my heart melts. I can’t stay mad at her. I strip down to my underwear and climb into bed “Oh what a day!” She gets completely naked and jumps in next to me.


She starts tugging at my underwear and grunting. “What?” She grunts again and pulls my under pants down past my hips tugging at them trying to take them off. “Fine.” I remove my underwear and she sighs and pushes her buttocks back against me so my sausage neatly fits between her buns. “Hmm.” All I can think about is how easy it would be to slip inside and do her from behind.