Bob and Lola walked into the thicket – maybe we’ll just call this a group of trees. The word ‘thicket’ tends to be associated with sheltering cute little animals, and Bob didn’t really want to think about cute little animals with what he and Lola were going to be doing, if he had anything to say about it. His pants seemed to have a mind of their own and led him directly through a gap in the trees to a fairly large open space. He grabbed Lola by the hand and pulled her through. He didn’t want her changing her mind and finding a different spot to rest for the night.
“C’mon. We’ll be comfy and cozy in here for the night. No one will bother us,” Bob assured Lola carefully. Bob shrugged off his pack but then wasn’t really sure how to get started.
Anything else that had happened to him that could have remotely been considered a sexual experience had happened to him by accident. There was that one time in the crowded tavern where the serving girl had walked by and her ass had brushed across his crotch. That felt nice. Then, there was the time he had woken up next to one of the village girls after they fell asleep guarding the herd. They must have rolled together in the night for warmth and Bob woke up with a very hard cock pressed into her leg. When she woke, the girl quickly rolled away mumbling something about ‘hard rocks on the ground’ and raced away to get a drink of water and generally just be elsewhere. Bob didn’t really notice as he was still feeling the residual effects of waking up close to a female body and just continued to lay there with a dumb grin on his face. By the time he sat up, the girl was a small speck in the distance on her way back to the village.
Given his limited experience, Bob was already doing better this time given that Lola had voluntarily offered to spend the night with him and “crack his cherry” as she called it. Really, it was mostly an inconvenience that whenever they stopped at a tavern, there was at least one human who would yell, “Oh crap” and then immediately turn into a unicorn and trot out of the tavern. The tavern owners sort of frowned on loosing some of their paying customers and also Were-nicorns tend to crap a lot when they first change from humans to unicorns – something about the difference in digestive systems. The tavern owners union had started posting signs in the center of all the towns “"Warning! Supreme virgin (see picture of Bob). Will turn human instantly to were-nicorn within 100 yds." Really, Lola was offering a public service here to their group. Random appearances of unicorns in taverns as they traveled tended to draw more attention than they were looking for. Spencer may or may not have dropped some coins into her hand at their last stop along the way and sent a meaningful look in the direction of his grandson. “Any chance you’d be willing to ‘take one for the team’ and help out,” muttered Spencer, embarrassed that he had to go this route for his grandson. In his day, the ladies were just lining up to spend time with him, until he figured out that he really rather it was the men that lined up in that way. “Sure,” said Lola as she tucked the coins into her pouch. After all, how bad could it be, she mused in her head. Turns out pretty bad – or really maybe not “bad” but definitely just great.
Lola sighed as she stared across the clearing at Bob as he uncomfortably shuffled in front of her. “OK, so let’s start by taking off our …….” She paused as she was hit in the head by a flying shirt that was followed by some relatively stinky socks. She started pulling off her clothes too, which had the effect of stopping Bob in his tracks – or in the process of taking off his pants, so he was standing in the clearing with no shirt, shoes, or socks but had only managed to unbutton his pants and slide them down to his knees before he was distracted by the image of Lola’s breasts as she stood in front of him carefully folding her shirt, so it wouldn’t get dirty. Lola pretended that the small drop of drool at the corner of Bob’s mouth was a delicious drop of ale and she stepped forward to give it a lick as the movement then resulted in Bob’s pants dropping fully to the ground. He immediately started sucking and and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. “Easy tiger,” Lola cautioned. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got all night to do this.”
Bob immediately flashed back to a conversation from several months ago at the local tavern where a group of young boys were gathered around a traveling group of soldiers. They were sharing war stories and of more interest to Bob, they were also sharing stories of their experiences with the tavern wenches along the way. He distinctly remembered one of the soldiers commenting in response to a question from one of the local boys, “Oh yeah, the wenches really go crazy when you love them as fast as possible (Sadly, sarcasm is often lost on Bob).”
All Bob’s brain could process at that moment was “Fast is best. Great!” and as he continued to try to suck Lola’s tongue out of her mouth, he reached up a hand and brushed it against the fleshy mound of her breast that had been distracting him and short-circuiting his brain for the last minute or so. Lola shrugged and lowered her own pants as she tried unsuccessfully to detach from the hoovering action of Bob’s mouth. She grabbed his hand and showed him how to grab her breast and tease the nipple but just as she was starting to get a little bit of enjoyment from that action, Bob remembered the main event included his cock, which was now standing fully erect and jutting against Lola’s stomach. The slight pressure of the contact of her skin had him immediately rubbing and thrusting against her body but not actually penetrating anything. “Ahh, ahh, ahhh…………” Bob cried out and his cock spurted sticky liquid that landed on Lola’s stomach and dribbled down her leg. Lola sighed again, and realized that she’d have to give him a little bit of help if she was actually going to de-virginize him so that they would eliminate the concern with the Were-nicorns and she might actually earn the coins that Spencer had slipped to her.
Fortunately, Bob’s cock started hardening again immediately as his gaze came back to rest on her exposed breasts and he reached out to grab them again. “OK, tiger. This time we need to focus a little less on the boobs and more on the main event”. Lola grabbed his cock with her hand and pulled him along with her as she laid down on the ground and spread her legs. Bob’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he got his first look at a girls’ special place (at least that was what his mother had called it when they were bathing together as a family) and Lola grabbed his cock and pulled it into her before Bob was overwhelmed by the visual image again. Bob’s hips seemed to instinctively know what to do at this point and he started slamming into Lola and managed to get in 3 whole strokes before his eyes rolled back in his head and “Ahh, ahh, ahhh…………”
Bob’s face cracked into a huge yawn as soon as he came the second time. In his head, Bob thought, “Wow! I was so fast, I bet she can’t even remember her own name.” Fortunately, Lola remembered that she had five fingers, which she put to good use to bring about some pleasure for herself. Afterwards, she snuggled up to Bob for body warmth and found herself oddly comforted by his soft snoring and how relaxed he was. Realizing that she was part of the reason that he was so relaxed and happy did warm her heart a little. Maybe Bob was teachable and would learn how to slow down and give her a little pleasure along the way – they were on a pretty long journey and she was a relatively patient person.
As the first rays of the sun pierced through the trees in the thicket (its OK to think of as a thicket now – not sure even the image of cute animals could have slowed down the sexual animal within Bob last night), Bob woke up and looked over at Lola who was still sleeping against his chest, but was just starting to wake up. As she opened her eyes, Bob glanced hopefully down at his morning hardon, but Lola seemed pretty distracted by sorting out the pile of clothes they had fallen asleep on. She quickly grabbed her folded shirt and pants and pulled them on before Bob had a chance to figure out how to suggest that they try for round two just to make sure that he really wasn’t a virgin any more.
Lola walked outside of the bounds of the thicket to look for Spencer and Candy and stopped abruptly, before she cleared the trees. “Uh, Bob. I think you should get dressed and come out here.” Bob quickly shuffled into his clothing and walked up alongside her. He was greeted with the sight of a line of men and unicorns who were gather together a few hundred yards outside of their thicket. Spencer and Candy stood off to the side and looked unharmed, so Bob didn’t let the panic that he had started to feel grow any bigger. Candy had a big shit-eating grin on her face and Spencer just looked resigned and rolled his eyes. At the front of the group, the man standing there had a relatively large medallion around his neck. As Bob walked out of the trees, the man stepped forward.
“As the leader of the local Were-nicorns guild, we would like to commend you on your recent loss of virginity,” the man with the medallion started in an official tone. “We thank you both for your work here last night.”
