River crouches low by the tall river reed, her body judders in slight anticipation watching the girl and boy run hand in hand as they periodically cast slight glances over their shoulders.

The boy presses her against the tree, the messy fumbling of stark youthful hands is clear as he touches her. River moves slightly in the swamp, swatting at a stray fly that buzzes noisily beside her ear.

She is far enough not to be seen, and close enough to gaze in morbid fascination at his calloused, coal stained hand that slides beneath the girl's dress. It goes higher and higher revealing her soft pale legs, unmarred by scars and coagulated bruises like River's.

There is something sonorous and resonant to their intimacy that grows heated and wild as he touches something hidden beneath the girl's garments. River knows what it is and the thought wraps fingers of flames around her neck, as though he himself is touching her.

She shifts, her heart drums against her sternum as the two begin to shift away from the tree. The girl steps away from him with a sultry smile, her hand rises to the satin ribbon that holds handfuls of golden, span hair that shimmers as though granted the rights by Helios himself. It falls along the soft curve of her shoulders and the cotton dress whispers to the Earth as she is left in nothing but her white underwear.

River sucks in a shallow breath, dulling out her environment, as the cold autumn wind that brushes along the nape of her neck offers scant relief from the heat that pools in her belly.

The boy follows her as she steps over the rising grass and lowers herself onto the ground, on all fours with her derriere arched for him. His movements are less graceful as he clumsily falls to his knees and reaches forward. He pushes her legs wide enough to allow his mouth to lick at the satin crotch of her lace panties.

River gazes in mute eagerness as the girl's marble limbs begin to tremble, her small body tenses trying to override the pleasurable sensation. She arcs downwards, grinding her nipples into the dirt as his tongue laps at her, one hand holds her slim thigh while the other begins to press rhythmically into her tight pussy.

River blinks and lowers her gaze for a moment, trying to catch her breath before peering up again as the girl begins to thrust her ass in the air, trembling with anticipation. He tears her panties with ease, her startled gasp dissolves to that of low breathy moans as he sucks and nips at her moist cunt then asshole. His thumb dips into her tight channel, gently matching the rhythm of his tongue circling her ass.

Whilst watching the intimate action, River is unaware of her rapid breaths and the inflammation of her sunburned cheeks. She licks her chapped lips at the sound of a pleasurable squeal, a sudden clench knotted in her abdomen.

Are they done? River wonders, scratching at an itching spot in her wrist. Barely. She concludes as the girl gently rolls onto her back and he crawls above, positioning himself between her thighs once he is completely stripped of his pants.

River parts the weeds before her, squinting at his manhood that hangs limp in the girl's small hand that curls and begins to move in firm tugs as they kiss.

Suddenly, she snorts at the realization that the boy was not as large as the rumours made her and every other virgin in the village believe. He was hardly hung like a horse. Perhaps the length of her palm at most. She snickers slightly at the thought of him standing tall and proud amidst his friends talking about their sizes, making comparisons, praising each other.

He takes hold of her ankles and spreads them wide, languidly running the length of his cock between her wet slit. The girl's head lolls back in satisfaction, her long lashes flutter shut when suddenly his hips snap forward as he shoves his cock deep into her.

She screams and bucks at the pain but his movements are lightning—quick, he flattens her onto the forest floor with his torso, his hand pressed over her mouth whilst still thrusting into her statically.

River grows still, eyebrows knitting at the centre in confusion. If sex is so pleasurable, why did she seem to be in so much pain? Her eyes flicker to the boy's flushed face and the girl whose movements falter. Slowly he peels his hand away and kisses her tear—stained cheek.

His hips ease back and forth in a soothing tandem motion that cools the pain until finally, she draws him back to her with her ankles locking onto his lower back. He begins to move gently, stroking her clit with his fingers whilst kissing her neck and chest, latching onto one nipple in finality.

She begins to arch up towards his thrust, craving the full feeling that once hurt. His warm mouth sucks and nips at her breast, licking a path up to her throat. He whispers something in her ear and she nods, pressing her lips to his cheek.

She wraps her arms around him clinging to him to her as her pleasure grows. He starts to rock her back and forth with each thrust. River watches the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the slight clenching of her abdomen. It is the most erotic sight she had ever witnessed, and perhaps ever will. The site of his cock sinking into her pussy only to pull back, sleek with her wetness.

His movements grow, hips pistoning into her as they both race towards the edge.

River wished then that she was close enough to hear their sounds.

The girl clutches him tightly as he suddenly grows stiff, he explodes inside her, he clamps down on her pussy as it tightens around him, welcoming his release.