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Into The Woods

By: Mr. White



She awoke in the morning as close to Him as she could possibly be not that that was hard for her within the confines of the sleeping bag they shared. They had been camping for the night; their site in the back corner of a public campground an hour or so hike into the park. The sites were quite well secluded from each other; still to hike to theirs they had to pass close to others. Through the night, she thought she had heard the voices of various other campers in their sites, it unnerved her a little, however; she simply passed it off thinking of how voices carry in the woods through the night air.

They had played the night before within the closeness of the walls of the tent. His switch welted her slightly not needing that much area to work. She pressed her body closely to Him her back to His chest her silk the only thing between them. He had told her to dress the night before to stave off the coolness that may come with the night air. She was warm enough simply being in the bag with Him but enjoyed the thought of being so well cared for and dressed in a thin silk robe that fell to just above the knees. He lifted His feet under hers arching her body into His. The two thin welts He had left upon her buttock caressed the silk and pressed into His body, a reminder of the night before. She sighed softly and arched into Him to where no distance left between them. He wrapped her in His arms and held her tightly kissing her softly along her throat as He stirred to awake.

He bent forward kissing her earlobe, His breath soft against her skin. He whispered to her, each word being heard and felt against her skin. He told her that He had plans for her this morning. She knew with out seeing that He was smiling at her He almost always said those words with a slight smile and a glint in His eyes. He felt for her immensely and it showed in every action toward her and every word spoken to her. She drank it in enjoying the feelings He stirred in her.

He gave her another kiss that trailed off into nibbles upon her earlobe and told her He would be back shortly. He turned and unzipped the bag, slipping free of it, and put on a long black robe. He left the bag unzipped, the warm morning air flowing into the bag replacing the heat that had been left by His body. She reveled in the warmth both of the morning air and, sliding to where He had slept, from His body. He opened the tent's bug netting and then the opaque flap of the door a breeze brushing the hair from His face and running over her exposed skin. Then shutting the flap, left her to guess what He was up to.

He had brought a backpack much larger then they had needed for the time they were going to spend at the park. She did not dare ask what was inside, she knew better, and did not even look while He went about setting up the tent and the rest of the campsite for them. She was, though; quite intrigued as to the contents as the night before she had expected more playthings then simply the switch and a set of clamps. It was not that she was disappointed more that she knew there was going to be more in store for her later and that thought drove her curiosity.

He returned more suddenly than she felt was possible. He moved quickly to behind her and she felt a caress of silk run the length of her body as He moved His hand up her thigh to her hips and then to her torso. As He continued over her breasts she realized by the touch of the cloth what it was He had, and what His intents were. The blind fold caressed her cheek, she had felt the velvet lining that had so often been pressed to her eyes as He moved it upwards and guessed His intents. She was to be guided to something today but to what she did not know. For Him the blindfold was a test of trust, and of their intuitive feelings for each other. It was for Him, a chance to rein Himself in, and an exercise not to extend a boundary while she was helplessly blinded and, for her the need to trust Him to take her far enough to not disappoint her needs.

He took her to a sitting position and placed the blindfold to her eyes then scooping up her hair tied the fastenings of the blindfold around it clasping it in a pony tail in the binds then bringing it to snug over her eyes. He extended her legs before her and attached a set of cuffs to each ankle, soft padded ones with Velcro clasps that are easy to travel with and conceal. She knew He had two sets of these, and so was not surprised when the same happened to her wrists, each bound in like manner as her legs, just slightly above the first joint from the end of the limb. He did not tie the ends off to anything, instead leaving them, and her free.

The next thing she felt caused her to shudder because she also knew what it meant. He slowly began to kiss her neck and as they trailed off to around her throat, He smoothed the leather strap of a collar around it fastening it in the front, the hoop hanging at the throat moving against her windpipe. His leash followed, clicking into the hoop and left for now dangling between her breasts as her breath picked up.

She was nervous now, the leash meant travel, and the only place to go was out of the tent. She trusted His instincts to not take her where she would be ill at ease, but this was new to her and she was not entirely certain she could remain calm. He took the leash in hand as He Himself knelt before her in the confines of the tent. She, by nature, went to her knees, eyes lowered, wrists and palms presented upwards to Him her knees parted barring her sex. He grasped the leash close to the clasp and guided her carefully outside of the tent in to the morning air.

She stood in the morning sun; the breeze moving what loose strands of hair remained about her face warming her skin. Outside of the tent now, she was not sure of herself. Her clothing, the thin silk robe, was so loose and diaphanous she was not entirely sure it was still tied at the waist. She felt exposed, barred to the morning air, even if the robe were tied there would not be much that was left to the imagination. This site was more secluded then the rest, being edged by only three other sites still trails ran through all of the sites for hikers to move through the woods. The trails themselves not coming too close to the actual campsite itself but did they pass through the buffers between them.

Outside of the tent He took up the end of the leash and drew her forward, slowly and carefully, as He walked. The leaves soft under her feet and the moist soil underneath cushioning the steps of her bare feet. He led her down what felt like a path, for a short time, and then off the path, the soil giving way to thin sticks and more leaves then before. She walked carefully, listening to His voice as she walked. He told her of the sights around her and where to move or step best to avoid the obstacles around her as He led her through and around them.

She had not been to this campground before with Him, though He had come here regularly with His friends. He had the night before told her how secluded the sites were from one another and how He had come here for three or four years and had only a few times come across other campers walking the trails between the sites. The last time He was here for a weekend He had met a man who had come through the site He and His friends were sharing. The man was walking the trails doing some bird watching and had not known he had left his site, thinking his was the corner site. That night they shared some wine that He had brought and became good friends, still keeping in touch even to this day and regularly visiting each other. She knew He had a way of doing that, making quick friends, as He was quite outgoing, she admired that quality in Him, as she was normally quite shy herself.

As He led her another few minutes through the woods, He told her that He had scouted a special place for them the last time He was here. He was not one to often walk paths, choosing instead to find His own way. He told her that one-day as He went through the woods He had come into a small clearing a ways off the path. In midst of this clearing was a medium sized white birch tree split in the trunk to the ground and growing in a wide "v" from there. As He spoke, she felt the loose ends of the restraints hanging from the cuffs at her wrists brushing against her body and the ones at her ankles trailing along the ground catching slightly on the loose undergrowth. He went on to describe the tree as having trunks thick enough to support her full weight yet flexible, they would yield slightly to pressure if enough were applied.

He came to a stop, she imagined, in the clearing of the birch tree slightly more then five minutes from their site she felt, though was not entirely certain, time seemed to slow on occasions when they were together. He came closer to her, taking up the leash again at the hoop, His fingers brushing the skin of her neck. He unclasped the leash, took her left hand kissing first the back and then the palm of it, and led her forward placing it to the trunk of the tree. He allowed her to feel the smoothness of the birch bark interrupted only by small knots and cracks in the wood. As she did this, He moved His hands to the front of her body untying the knot that held her robe loosely to her and let the ties fall from her hips. He pulled the robe from her right shoulder, free of the arm, and let it fall down the length of her left arm letting it rest there by her hand at the tree next to her body. He moved behind her and gathered her hair at the back of her head pulling the pony tail tighter, cinching the blindfold more snugly against her eyes trailing kisses down her neck as He did so. Then, kissing up the side of her neck to her ear, He nibbled at the lobe and whispered for her to stay calm, that they were quite out of sight of the path.

He took her left arm from the tree and removed the robe fully from her leaving her completely bare to the warm morning air. He then placed her hand back to the tree and taking her right hand placed it to the other trunk of the tree. Her arms spread slightly further then shoulder width angling her body into the tree and letting the binds at her wrists dangle before her along the trunks of the tree. He caressed her back and told her how beautiful she looked in the morning sun here in the woods, her body bare to Him. She shivered a bit at the thought of being so exposed but felt the warmth of His words flow through her warming her further then the sun had so far.

He told her to keep her hands to the trunk of the tree, to not move them. He bent behind her, and taking up the binding connected to the left cuff at her ankle, tied it down to the base of the left side of the birch trunk then, repeated the process with the right slightly parting her legs as He did so. Bringing her feet so close to the trunk arched her back further pulling her arms tighter making her increase her grip to the tree to not let it go and further opening her body both to the morning air and to anything He wished to do to her.

He told her to be still, that He had an errand to run and would be back quickly. She gasped, made a small whimpering sound in her throat, and turned her head to where she thought He would be, seeing nothing of course, and only hearing footsteps trail off away from her. He had not gone too far, not that she knew, only to just beyond the edge of the clearing to watch her. He would not have left her alone in the woods tied to a tree, as she was, not here anyway. He simply wanted to watch her beauty His beauty undisturbed for a while to see what she would do knowing quite well she knew what was expected of her and trusting her to do so. The sight of her stunned Him and so far, He was quite pleased with His love. He went a little further, until He felt His steps had trailed off from her, and sat at the edge of the clearing in His robe passing the time skipping small stones through the woods every so often.

She stood, hands to the tree legs bound to the trunks her back arched in a way to expose her sex to any passerby. He had not bound her arms to the tree, not a mistake on His part she was sure. She could simply remove the blind fold, reach down untie herself, and leave. She wanted to but knew in her heart that she could not. Occasionally she heard sounds in the woods small animals she hoped; but that even made it worse knowing there was absolutely no one but her around the clearing. She also knew one more thing, the real test had yet to come, she would have to endure the long moment of hearing footsteps come back and hope it to be Him, and; that still would only be another beginning. She stood as still as she could her palms starting to sweat against the bark while the warm breezes over her body made her seem even more bare.

He checked His watch He had sat for seven minutes. It had taken about five to get to the clearing, but He had to lead her slowly so she would not stumble or otherwise harm herself. He skipped one more stone through the woods and watched her for another moment. She had done Him well and made Him quite proud she was His. She had not moved not even looked as if she wanted to. He felt her intrinsic trust in Him and it moved His heart deeply for her. He stood, picking up the small pack He had brought with Him and walked to her slowly taking in as fully as He could the wonderful sight set out before Him.

Her breath caught in her chest as she heard the footsteps fall behind her, slowly approaching. She gripped the tree tighter then she had so far and fought to stay still waiting for who ever was nearing her. The person approached to near touching, she could feel the closeness of another person just mere inches from her bare skin. He leaned in to her at her side, close to her ear, and whispered in the worse fake French accent she had ever heard, "My my, what a pretty sight to see this fine day in the woods." She let out a soft sigh; and a little laugh and a smile crossed her lips as He kissed her ear at the lobe softly.

He caressed her shoulders and kneaded them slowly to relax them as she held fast and still to the tree. He whispered to her that He loved he so much. That He was so very proud of her words could not hold all He felt. Then He told her that this was just the beginning His plans for her just now starting. She sighed again feeling safe once more with His closeness.

He ran His hands down from her shoulders to her back letting His fingertips glide over her skin down to her waist. Her back arched up into His fingers as much as it could she moaned softly at His movements. His fingers ran from her waist up her sides to the edge of her breasts, and reaching around cupping them. She moaned again as He kneaded her breasts firmly in His hands running them up to the nipple and hardening it between His thumb and forefinger, letting His fingers rest there as the nipples grew between them. His robe slid against her body as He stood so close to her, caressing her at the hips and thighs.

He moved His hands from her breasts and quickly moved to her side to again take the left breast back in His hand and sliding the curved metal of a cuff over the top of the nipple, pinching the ends together to fasten it tightly. He let the chain dangle from the nipple as He moved around the tree in front of her getting a good look for the first time of her beautiful form from the front. Her breasts fell away from her rib cage, the chain from the nipple swaying slightly with her movements. He saw how well her hands gripped the tree, the knuckles slightly whitened with the effort. Moving to her right He reached between her and the tree and took up the chain bringing the cuff to her right nipple and clasping it there on.

He moved behind her and ran a hand up her thigh to her sex feeling the wetness already gathering there. She pushed her hips down as far as she could to His hand. He moved His hand so that He rested His thumb upon her clit eliciting a moan from her lips and an increase to the rocking from her hips. He told her to calm down and ran His thumb back and over her clit a few times. She went still, motionless, her growing wetness the only thing betraying her arousal.

He removed His hand from her and went further behind her to get the pack He had brought to the clearing. He came back quickly and moved to her side. She heard a swish and felt the air move up her stomach to her left breast as a small flogger caught her on the underside of the breast just short of the nipple causing it to rock slightly with the blow. She let out a soft gasp as the flogger made contact with her flesh. Again, the flogger fell to her this time to the top of her breast, again just shy of the nipple. Once more, it fell to the underside then to the top and once more to the underside. He told her she could now move again, her hips began moving once more, and moans and soft gasps fell from her lips anew. The flogger came up from underneath her again, nearly perpendicular to the ground, striking the nipple directly, the strands catching the chain from the cuffs and tugging them as it fell away from her. Then once more it caught her directly to the nipple; she bit at her lip to not cry out. He caressed her back with one hand He felt her gasping underneath His palm. He leaned into her at her side, pulled her head to His at her chin, and kissed her deeply on the mouth, drinking her in fully. She kissed Him hungrily, her grip tightening to the tree to push herself to Him and into His kiss.

He kissed her until her breathing calmed from the flogging, and; dropping the flogger lifted His hand to her breast caressing the redness and testing the grip of the cuff with a few slight tugs. The cuff was still secure and quite well at that. He stroked the nipple softly with His thumb, knowing how sensitive it was at this point. He touched, lightly, just the exposed tip of the nipple, and moved to kiss her down her throat and along her shoulder. He ran the fingers of His other hand down her back scratching her lightly up and down as her breathing again began to pick up. He smiled and whispered for her to not worry, that there was still more to come and that again, and for now, she should stay still unless otherwise told.

He moved behind her again, and again ran a finger down the wetness of her sex and up to her clit, feeling how hard it already was. She bit her lip again this time in an effort to stay still for Him. He gripped her clit suddenly, catching it between His thumb and forefinger. His other hand moved there quickly attaching a clamp to her clit. She cried out softly unable to hold back and hung her head down moaning at His work. She thought for a second that the clamp was weighted and going to hang free from her but then realized it was only the pressure He was applying to the clamp from His hand to test its' grip to her. He held it taut to her and moved to her side and releasing her clit from His fingers and moved His hand to take up the chain within. He gripped the chain in one hand now and taking the free end of the clamp and attached it to the chain that held the nipple cuffs. He gave a slight tug at the new juncture that now joined at three points to her body and smiled at His work so far.

He walked again to in front of her, looking again at her body arched out to Him. Her head was still hung down which would normally not have been allowed for He so liked to look into her eyes as he worked. He could use them as a tool to look into her soul He felt, to judge her reaction and feelings for Him. The blind fold took care of that for now, He was working on His own. He took her chin and lifted her head up and forward to Him. Her breathing was coming in short pants and gasps now. He went in to kiss her again to the mouth, moving at the same time to take up the chains of the clamp and the cuffs, pulling her nearer to Him by them. She could barely continue the kiss as the pressure from first the clamp, then cuffs, as He worked the chain, made her breathing ragged, and small noises rise in her throat.


Into the Woods



She stopped at the edge of the ancient oak forest at the sound of the swallows. They were swirling and swooping and dancing in the air over the marshy water in the distance. They were black and sleek and sensual in their diving grace.  She stood for a very long time, lost in their beauty, her gathered pelts tied and hanging to her waist, and just watched them. Something inside her stirred with their motion and she felt every lift and fall of their flight deep within her body. 

Her long hair was tangled to her waist in a hasty braid with leaves and bits of stick falling as she began to walk to the clearing of the meadow. She saw him standing there at the edge of the wood, and her heart jumped as her hand reached for the small knife she concealed. He was sleek and sensual and he walked to her with his own grace. Had she not known better, she might have thought him to be a spirit of the woods, but he looked at her intently with the markings and dress of a mystic or a priest. 

He had been watching her for some time, his own heart racing and his cock growing hard. She was a huntress, to be sure; and far from her village. He knew their language to be the same. And as he quickly assessed her fear and her strength, every muscle in his body was tense with his desire for her. It was not his instinct to take her there in the meadow, forcing his cock deep inside her unprepared body. He knew that to fulfill his own desire, he must find hers first. 

She stood firm her ground as he approached, her brows narrowing. She would not be taken by this man, as she had been by others. She raised her chin defiantly and waited, her mind racing with the ways in which she might fight for the protection of her body. The wind rustled into the green leafy trees all around her and they fluttered a cooling breeze across her face. The ferns on the forest floor swayed too and she suddenly relaxed. 

He stopped and knelt at her feet and looked up into her eyes. They were darkest violet blue, as the evening sky. Her skin was glistening with the sweat of hard running in the heat of a late summer morning. He could smell the sweet mixture of her exhaustion and her cleansing rituals, and he was overcome. If he offered himself to her, she may allow him to give her the passion for which he knew she yearned. Or she may flee. 

He was kneeling in front of her and not moving. He was offering himself to her without a word. She looked into his handsome face and wondered at his presence, and his features, and his body. She had seen his cock in his breeches, a bulging mystery, that seemed desirable to her now. She wanted to taste it, and lick it, and swallow it deep in her throat. She threw the knife to the ground and unlaced the pelts at her side. Her tunic lifted easily over her head and she was all at once naked, to herself, to him, and to the forest she worshipped. 

He tensed again with restraint and watched as she walked to the nearest oak, turned, and hesitated for a moment. Then she sat with her back against the tree and he could see her breath quicken with the rise and fall of her breasts. Her body fit as though she had often rested there. It was the strong and full body of a woman who was agile. Her beauty, like the rest of the forest, was simple, and easily overlooked. But not by him. Not in this moment. 

She sat with her knees bent, her legs spread wide, watching him, and waiting. He did not move and her breath quickened again. He could see the wet tangled hair between her legs, the place he desired. He looked from it to her eyes, his cock hardening quickly. He pulled his gaze away, and standing, began to unlace his breeches. He slid them down his legs and stepped out of them, rising to remove his tunic. He could hear her gasp at the site of his cock. It stood out in front of him, throbbing. He watched as she surveyed his body. A slow shy smile began to form on her own mouth and he walked to her. 

She had never looked at a man so completely before. Only in wary contempt and sometimes fear. This creature who stood before her in the body of a man, exhumed a spirit of powerful and yet tender guidance, even as his own posture became that of a mere servant. His cock excited her and she wanted to reach and touch it, and feel it deep inside her. 

He bent to the ground and waited for her to show a welcome invitation to him, as well as his gifts for her.  She began to nod in a slow confirmation of the desire she longed to release. So he lowered himself to taste the wetness from inside her which was surrounded by her glistening and spiraling hair. It was sweet from her morning release of water and strongly scented from the thick fluid which had begun to flow with her own ascending passion. He gently licked and tasted her as he opened the soft folds of skin with his own lips and tongue. 

She arched her back and slid down the trunk of the tree to rest on the fallen leaves and moss and ferns around them. Her legs spread wider, and he took one of her ankles firmly in each hand, and going from one and then to the other, he kissed his way up to the place between her legs and licked softly again. He deeply searched with his toungue, reaching as far inside as he was able, until he heard a quiet sound from deep within her begin to rise. He licked and sucked and kissed until she lay exhausted. 

Impulsively, he reached for the knife, which lay harmlessly on the ground. She drew in her breath, sharp and tense, until she heard his whispered, soothing, murmurs of comfort. He slowly traced inside her legs with the tip of the small blade. Her body tensed and relaxed, convulsing under the touch of the metal. He gently and carefully traced each fold between her legs and delicately lifted the hood to her clit, touching the knife briefly to it's center. She gasped and lay still, until she heard the swish and the thump of the knife on the ground. 

She reached for his head and fisted her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to the inside of her legs, and she felt the release of her own body, and the growing ache for him to enter her. But she wanted to taste him first. Wanted to feel the skin of his cock inside her mouth. And as if knowing this, he quickly grasped her hips, helped her gently to her knees, and then crawled under and between her legs. He lay quietly on the forest floor, until she knelt with a leg on each side of his own body, her ass in his face, his cock before her, as she bent to open her mouth. 

He held her hips then, thinking that she might know of his desire, and her own, as he pulled her body to himself. Her round soft ass was inches from his face and he closed his eyes. He opend his mouth and pulled her firmly down and lost himself to his own passion and the tenderness of her flesh. His tongue flicked and circled the opening of her ass and briefly darted it in and out of the starry hole. She began to rock to his rhythm, and he held her ass more tightly, wrapping his arms around her, and moving his hands over her skin. 

She had not felt such pleasure and welcomed his mouth in her ass. Her own mouth had just begun to close over his cock when he began to kiss and suck and move his hands in a place of desire once unknown to her, but now forever awakened.  She had felt the movement grow inside her own passion, until her hips were swirling in pleasure. The images of the swallows flying across the water flashed in her mind and she became as they, darting her ass low and then high, in search of fulfillment for her own sensual nourishment. 

He held her firmly when she moved , as if teasing him, and he enjoyed her freedom, in his mouth. He moved to find her clit again, in the folded flesh and suddenly stopped. Her mouth fell over his cock and he stilled. She moved her tongue up and down his stiff flesh and then closed it again over him, gently sucking, gently biting, sucking again and swallowing his juices, like that of fresh berries. She hungered for as much of him as she could take and he felt her gag on his length, then relax, and gently close her throat around him. His own breath was hard and fast as she moved up and down on his cock, in the same rhythm which he had felt with her ass in his hands. 

When he could bear it no longer and thinking to save his release to join her own; he lifted her off of him. She turned and sat alongside him, facing him, licking her lips slowly, again, and again. Her eyes a sleepy, satisfied gaze in the light of the forest. He reached for her and held her face in his hands, searching for her arrousal. They kissed then, suddenly, and held one another and listened to the sounds of their breathing and of the forest. Then rocked gently into one another's bliss. 

She suddenly pushed away from him then, and pulled him to the tree, where he sat against it now, and she climbed onto his cock, her knees bent beneath her, and then clasped her hands around his neck. He moaned deeply into her breasts and found a hard nipple and began to suck and bite and lick and tease. She rocked her hips back and forth and pushed, sliding herself deep onto his cock, and then her head was back, and she was begging for release. He held his arms around her tightly, knowing he would cum soon, wanting her release before his own. 

She was fast, and her grinding, wet, tight muscles clenched harder and faster around his cock. She bent her head to his shoulder and panted, riding the heat of his passion and her own. His hands moved to hold her more closely and more frantically, his head to her breast as she pushed and pumped herself until he groaned into the quiet of the forest. He filled her to overflowing and she wept for the fulfillment of her body and soul. 

They kissed in very long, slow, savory ways. Then moved soft small kisses across skin, too hot to touch. Over and over again, until they had thoroughly adored one another. They sat gazing at one another long into the summer afternoon. Touching now and then. A strand of hair, the side of a cheek. 

Until one of them spoke. 

"Do you want me to get the truck and take you to the garden center now, or after lunch?", he finally said. 

She brushed the hair from his eyes, "Oh, I don't know...what's for lunch?", she said. 

He kissed her breast again and looked up into her eyes. 

"There are two beers and some roast beef, cream cheese, and watercress sandwiches in the little fridge in the barn." , he said. 

She smiled and thought for a moment, "Could we have our lunch, swim in the pond, and then do the garden center?" 

He lifted her and helped her to her feet and his own. "Anything you like, my lady." 

"Really?" She brushed a fern from his ass, and he pulled a twig from her hair. 

"Can we do the mermaid fantasy while we are in the pond?", she asked, smiling again. 

He put an arm around her shoulders, and they walked nude to the edge of the meadow. 

He turned to her and kissed the tip of her nose. 

"As you wish...", he said, and smiled too. 



Into The Woods



Note: This is a story I wrote many, many years ago. I've cleaned up the spelling and grammar, but otherwise left it as it was.

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"We'll be back by nine mum," Julia shouted as we set off into the woods. We were both eighteen, it was a warm summer Friday evening during that long break after school had finished for us forever but our new universities hadn't started yet, and we were going to have a look at her secret hiding place.

"I'll walk in front," she said, a sparkle in her hazel eyes, "that way you can look at my bum." She giggled. I was quite surprised at that because until then she'd never seemed tarty in anyway, but I did as she said. She was wearing baggy jeans which were quite tight over her beautiful firm butt, her long dark brown hair swinging above it, and a chequered short-sleeved shirt. 

We walked and talked for fifteen minutes or so as she lead us further and further into the trees and plants. Eventually we came to a heavily vegetated area, without any visible path through it. Julia crawled under a bush on her belly and I followed. About 7m along we came to a huge wall of vegetation. She forced some branches apart and we squeezed through. Beyond there was a small moss covered clearing. At the far end there was a muddy area and a stream. The whole clearing was speckled with shade. Julia threw herself down on the moss and I lay down beside her.

"Did I shock you then?" she laughed. "I'm not normally like that you know. But I love you, so it seemed natural. Like masturbation." she laughed again as I went wide eyed at this admition. "Yep. I masturbate about four times a week, and I bet you do too. But I wouldn't admit it to anyone else but you. Do you masturbate?"

"Yes," I answered, still a little shell-shocked.

"Thought so. Do you love me?"

"Yes," I replied and we kissed. Julia put her lips to my ears and whispered: "I want you to fuck me."

I looked at her. "Now?" I asked. She nodded, and we kissed again. Then she stood up and began to take her jeans off. I undid my shirt and then took off my shoes, socks, trousers and pants, without once taking my eyes off her. She pulled her knickers down exposing her pussy and took off her bra letting her beautifully rounded breasts come into full view, then flung all our clothes in a pile before lying down beside me again.

I was already hard, but I decided to explore her a bit first. I caressed her thigh and gently squeezed her buttocks, then licked and sucked at her nipples. She fondled my balls and penis for a while. I moved my head further and kissed her navel, then she spread her legs and I inspected her vagina, caressing her pubic hair and exploring her cunt's tight circumference and her clitoris. Her vaginal juice was practically pouring out now, and she was panting with anticipation. Suddenly she sat up and leant over me to give my cock a quick lick and a mouthful of spittle, which she smeared all over it.

Julia lay back with her legs still spread wide and I climbed on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows and knees so that the tip of my dick rested on her entrance.

"Ready?" I asked, and she nodded.

I slowly moved my hips forward, forcing my penis into her tight pussy, enjoying the smooth lubrication of spittle and pussy juice. Her head had gone back and her mouth was open in the intensity of the feeling. Then pushed just a little bit extra. Julia let out a little scream. I entered her all the way and then kissed her gently on the lips.

"Are you ok?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied. "It was just a bit of a shock. Let's do it properly now!" and she put her arms around my back and we kissed as I slowly half-withdrew from her and then entered again. As I moved on top of her I could feel her breasts with their hard nipples rubbing back and forth on my chest. 

We were both breathing heavily now, and her hands were rubbing hard into my back. I started to enter her a little more steadily rather than the slow way I had been. I pushed myself up from her onto hands and knees and she slid her hands down to my buttocks which she gripped and massaged. Her eyes were half-closed now, and her cheeks had gone bright red. I began to grunt with the wonderful pleasure of my cock sliding in and out through the tight tube of lubricated flesh of her vagina.

I bent my head forwards and started to suck and lick at her nipples, beginning gently but becoming rougher and rougher with my tongue. Soon she began to grunt as well, getting louder and louder. I started to go even faster, coming right out of her and then forcing through the tight hole, her skin caressing the head of my dick. Julia was crying "Oooh! Oooh!" and I was nearing orgasm, but I managed to withdraw and collapsed on top of her, my tongue somehow finding her mouth.

After a good long snog, Julia looked up at me puzzled. "Why did you stop?" she asked. "Neither of us have come yet."

"Yeah, but how long have we been going?" I replied. 

"About four minutes."

"Well then, there's no point in rushing this is there? We need to make it last as long as possible, how many times are we going to have the chance to do this once we go to different unis in September?"

"Ok." she conceded. "But I want to go on top this time." 

I nodded in agreement and rolled off her. I lay back with my legs bent so my knees pointed up to the sky. Julia knelt up above me, her legs either side of me, leaning against my thighs. She spat on her hands and began mixing her spittle with her juice and my precum, rubbing my penis until it was fully erect again. I put my hand on the top of her slim hips and felt her ass. Then she held my dick in both hand and placed it so it touched her twat.

"Ready?" she asked me. I nodded, and she lowered herself down. Her flesh slid tightly over my cock, down, until her cunt had completely swallowed my penis. Then she lifted herself up again so I almost came out of her, then down again. She got a steady rhythm going, and then leaned over on top of me, squashing her tits against my chest. She kissed me as I moved my arms up around her back, and she began to push her hips backwards and forwards in the same rhythm, so the fantastic sensation continued on my dick. 

Then she pushed herself up again, her hands returning to my pelvis. I gripped her breasts and massaged them gently. Her rhythm started to speed up and I held her breasts even harder, squeezing them. We were both breathing hard again, letting out little grunts and moans. Julia speeded up again and began shouting: "Ooooh! Aaaah! Ooooh!". Suddenly as I neared ejaculation, she pulled my arms away, collapsed on top of me, and pulled me on top of her. 

Her cheeks were very red, and we were both slippery with sweat. I held myself above her so her nipples just tickled mine, and started penetrating and exiting her for the last time. Going faster and faster, the friction between her vagina and my cock getting really hot, shouting and grunting, Julia screaming as we neared orgasm.

"I'm there, I'm there!" she cried approaching her climax. I could feel the familiar warm feeling in my abdomen as orgasm approached, and pressed myself hard against her, kissing her violently. I withdrew and then penetrated once more, and then ejaculated, with long hard spurts, the warm semen filling her. 

After a few seconds our bodies relaxed, and our kisses became more gentle as we rolled on to our sides.

"That was amazing," she said, and snuggled up into my arms. I buried my face in her beautiful silky hair and we both fell asleep. We woke an hour later, washed a bit in the stream and went home.



Into the Woods



Chapter 1

Angelica Smart had one of those names that was almost too fitting. 

Her dad often called her "his angel," and she was also one of the brightest kids in her school.

An 18-year-old headed to The University of Washington in the fall, Angelica had achieved just about everything she wanted to in her young life and was headed on the right path. She earned academic honors all through high school, won a scholarship to the college of her choice, and she was a very popular and outgoing young lady.

But there comes a time in life when a small detour is most delightful. 

That is where our story picks up. 

It was the summer of 1985, and Angelica's family was hosting a family barbecue, and the promising teen was eager to chat with her old best friend, Janet Andersen, who she had not seen in five years.

Janet had moved a couple school districts away some time back, due to her father's job, and she and Angelica had grown apart. 

They were thrilled to see each other again though, and both looked absolutely beautiful on this sunny Seattle afternoon. 

Angelica walked out onto the patio, wearing tight black shorts and a skimpy white top that her mom thought might be too revealing, but she let it slide. Angelica, a young brunette with big breasts just like her mom, loved to chat it up with all of the guests. 

Angelica was more comfortable around adults, it seemed, as her intellect and desire to learn made her seem a lot more mature for her age. 

She didn't mind when men would check out her lovely bosoms, which filled out her top quite nicely. But she was pretty inexperienced sexually, partly because of her shyness with boys, and partly because school and cheerleading had taken up so much of her time throughout school.

This summer, she was ready to have some fun, and it was only fitting that Janet was there to make it happen.

A wild one compared to Angelica, Janet didn't exactly have high grades, wasn't the most exemplary student. But she was full of spirit, and had a way of getting what she wanted. The lively blonde beauty bounced around as if she hadn't had a care in the world. 

Angelica and Janet were now reunited because their dads were longtime business partners, and had just landed a very lucrative deal together. This was the cause of the celebratory family barbecue, which drew in about 40 to 45 guests that afternoon.

But Angelica and Janet used it as a way of catching up, and they had a lot of catching up to do.

They chatted about school, about cheerleading, and boys. Janet went through a long list of boyfriends she had in recent years while Angelica kind of kicked at the ground, mumbling that she hadn't had much time for dating. 

Janet decided to change the subject, and began talking about her new family members. Angelica had heard that Janet's father had remarried, and that he and Janet now lived with the new wife, and her two sons. 

The one son was 15, the other 18. 

When Janet mentioned that her two stepbrothers were named Michael and Colby, Angelica first thought nothing of it, but then did the math. 

"Wait...Colby Cranston is your stepbrother?" Angelica asked. 

"Yeah. So what?" Janet answered. 

Angelica stifled a laugh. 

"What? What's so funny?" Janet answered. Angelica thought she might have offended her old friend. 

"Oh...nothing," the brunette said with a polite smile. "It's just...his reputation sort of precedes him."

"Yeah? So does his dick," Janet fired right back. 

Angelica almost spit out her soda. 

"Janet!" she said with a laugh. "There's people around!"

Janet only gave a wicked smile. She urged Angelica to join her for a walk, so that they could talk more privately. 

"What have you heard about Colby?" Janet asked her friend as they strode around the spacious back yard. 

"This is supposed to be a family outing," Angelica teased, feeling weird that they were talking about such a lewd topic. 

"Come on, what have you heard? What do you know about his 'reputation?'" Janet further prodded. 

Angelica, still a bit shy, looked around to make sure there was nobody listening in on their conversation, and then proceeded. 

"I just heard he has a really big dork," the young brunette said. "In fact, this girl at school, Lindsay Luther, said he had the biggest one she's ever seen. And believe me, Lindsay has seen a lot of them..."

Both girls shared a laugh, and Angelica's interest picked up.

"Colby Cranston?" the brunette repeated, unable to believe her own ears. "God, I always thought he was somewhat of an urban legend..."

"Urban legend?" Janet asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah. Like, it's so big he can't even wear shorts in the summer time. Stuff like that," Angelica described. 

Janet was amused with the stories about her stepbrother that had spread across the area. 

"Well he can wear shorts," she said with a chuckle. "But it is really big."

"What...have you seen it?" Angelica asked her friend. Suddenly Angelica's yellow Labrador Retriever, Rusty, came running up, and after petting the excited dog for a few minutes, she threw a stick so that he would go fetch it, and the two girls could continue on with their talk. 

"God, your boobs got big," Janet couldn't help but say. 

"Thanks," Angelica said with a laugh. "You grew up really nicely too."

Angelica urged her friend to get back to the subject of Colby, and she quickly obliged. 

"I've seen Colby naked a bunch of times," Janet said openly. "Believe me, I heard the rumors just like you so I was curious. And with Colby, it's not exactly difficult to get him to take off his clothes."

"Holy shit," Angelica said. "That is soooo cool. I've never..."

She was about to admit something to Janet, but held up.

"What?" Janet asked. "You've never what?"

Angelica bit her lip, like she was mad at herself for admitting this. She felt like a nerd. 

"I've never seen a boy naked," she admitted. "I mean, in magazines and stuff, my friend Stacy brought over a porno once...but..."

Janet was kind of stunned, but didn't want to embarrass her friend. 

"It's okay, you're young," she said. "I'm still a virgin myself. I've given some hand jobs, but some of those guys were complete pricks anyway so you haven't exactly missed much."

Angelica smiled. But she was eager to experience. 

"Is he big?" she asked her friend, getting back to the subject of Colby. 

"He's hung like a horse," Janet said with great conviction. 

The colorful euphemism made Angelica giggle uncontrollably for a few moments. She was usually so prim and proper, but the images in her mind, images of a supposed enormous penis, reduced her to behavior befitting of a school girl. 

Janet went on to say that she and her stepbrother never fooled around or anything, just that he had a tendency towards exhibitionist behavior. The wind blew gently through the trees as Angelica urged her friend to share more secrets. 

"Has Colby ever seen you naked?" she asked the young blonde.

"Oh God, no. Ew," she answered. "No, no, he just...he just likes displaying...Colby Jr."

"From what I hear, it's not exactly a junior," Angelia laughed. 

Janet now threw the stick for Rusty to fetch, and went on chatting. She took a sip of her Tab.

"Guys are like that, you know? They're not as shy about their bodies," Janet said. Janet and Angelica had nothing to be shy about, but their modesty kept them from being the exhibitionist type that Colby had become. 

"Tell you what. Me and Colby are going for a hike on Thursday. You should join us," Janet said. 

"Where are you guys going?" Angelica asked, brushing away a pesky mosquito. 

"We're just checking out a few trails around Squak Mountain. Come on, it'll be fun," Janet tempted her. "Just like old times."

Angelica was hesitant. She thought she might feel a bit shy around Colby.

"I don't know..."

Chapter 2

Sure enough, Janet got Angelica to join her for the outing. They packed just enough supplies for a modest four-hour trip through the hills of Issaquah.

Angelica hadn't been hiking in years. It was a pretty hot day, so she knew she had to wear shorts. Trouble was, she didn't want to ruin any of the new shorts she had, in case she fell in some mud or something, so she tried on a pair of khaki shorts she hadn't worn in a couple years. 

They felt tight, but she was able to button them. She walked in front of the mirror, and saw they came up awfully high between her legs. Her huge, luscious thighs filled out the leg holes to the max. 

When she turned around, she gasped. The shorts were so tight, each of her ass cheeks was clearly visible.

"Jesus Christ," she laughed. She liked the feeling of the shorts though. She was showing off, yet at the same time, not revealing anything.

They were so tight in the crotch that she even thought about trimming her substantial bush, but she couldn't see any of her kitty whiskers poking out, so she decided to let it go.

"I feel so naughty," she had to say aloud. 

She threw on a tight, black tank top, and headed downstairs to wait for Janet and Colby to arrive. 

Angelica was glad to have recently bought a set of much more comfortable bras, since she did have a long day of hiking ahead of her.

Her large breasts often made it difficult to find bras that fit her just right and gave her enough support, but she finally felt right in this one. And she stuck out her chest proudly, showing off her ample rack, as she waited on the porch for her ride.

After a little bit of time, she saw a jeep approaching fast up the road. It was Colby and Janet, and her longtime friend soon got out of the jeep and ran up to get the third member of their party. 

"Ooo, nice legs, bitch," Janet teased Angelica. 

She smiled, and saw that Janet too was dressed pretty provocatively, wearing a bright orange top, her boobs bouncing around a bit in the loose-fitting shirt, and she had on black shorts that weren't as revealing as Angelica's, but they were tight enough to show off her cute, ample butt.

As the two girls approached the jeep, Angelica saw Colby sitting in the driver's seat, and immediately noticed he had very handsome features. He had wavy brown hair that hung down over a set of piercing green eyes, and he was pretty well put together physically.

"Ooo, he's a fox," Angelica said aloud as they got close to the jeep. 

"Na, he's more like a horse," Janet teased.

They both cracked up, and climbed into the vehicle. 

Janet urged Angelica to sit up front with Colby, so they could get better acquainted. Angelica was a bit hesitant at first, but gave in to the moment. 

To get more comfortable, Angelica sat with her legs crossed, and Colby couldn't help but look down at her big, tan thighs. He would try to do it casually and not get caught, but Angelica still spotted him checking her out, and she didn't mind. She smiled, feeling quite content. 

"I can see why your dad calls you 'Angel' all the time. You're beautiful," Colby said. 

Angelica looked back at Janet with a big grin, and then thanked Colby for the compliment. 

"I told him you were daddy's little girl," Janet teased her friend. Angelica playfully smacked Janet on the arm, and then again smiled at Colby, her pearly whites making his pulse accelerate. 

"Well Janet sure told me a lot about you, Colby," Angelica said sexily, but then added something more innocent. "She told me you really know these woods, huh? Like a regular man of the wilderness..."

Colby nodded, and went on to say that he and his real dad always do a lot of hiking around Squak Mountain.

"Whenever he goes to visit his father, that's where they go," Janet clarified. 

"Oh, cool," Angelica said as the jeep got further into the wilderness. They started seeing less and less cars and more and more trees. Their hiking spot was fast approaching. 

"So how do you like living with Janet? I would go nuts if I had to live with her full time," Angelica kidded. 

"She's a wild one," Colby said. "She won't give me a second's peace half the time...And the other half she's blasting her Billy Idol records..."

"Oh I love Billy Idol," Angelica squealed. That was enough motivation for Janet to start belting out some of her favorite Billy Idol lyrics, and Angelica joined right in, much to Colby's chagrin. 

Luckily enough for him, they had arrived at their destination, and he pulled the jeep into the gravel parking lot adjacent to the road, and the three prepared to set out. 

"Don't forget anything you need," he urged them. "We're gonna be gone for about four hours, so bring your water, any food you brought - "

"Colby, we've been hiking before," Janet snapped at him. 

The small hiking party quickly set out on its inaugural trip together, and soon Angelica couldn't help but try to sneak glances at Colby. 

Now that he was fully in her view, she noticed he had awfully big arms, and a nice upper body that must look great when he goes shirtless. Angelica also liked his big, muscular thighs, and his tight camouflage shorts that hugged his muscular buttocks. 

But a lot of Angelica's attention was focused on Colby's bulging crotch, which was all the more noticeable since Janet had instilled in Angelica's mind that the rumors about him were indeed true. 

Angelica giggled to herself as she continued to check out Colby throughout the walk. She cracked herself up by staring shamelessly at the front of his pants. 

"Jeez, that sure does look like a big one," Angelica said as they walked along. 

Colby looked over at the sexy brunette.

"The mountain," she said, pointing up ahead. 

"Oh," Colby answered. "Yeah."

"How big is it?" Angelica said as they got closer. 

"Squak Mountain? It's a little over 2,000 feet high, I think," Colby said. "Some people also call it the Issaquah Alps."

"Well listen to you, Mr. Tour Guide," Angelica teased, as she stumbled over a broken branch on the ground. 

"Careful, it gets a little more rough through these parts," Colby advised. Angelica quickly found her footing, and continued along. 

"Yeah, it's just the place for people seeking a quiet respite from the bustling urban areas of Seattle," Colby said jokingly, trying to sound poetic. Angelica smiled at the handsome, young man. 

"You talk like such a dork," Janet said, pushing her stepbrother from behind. 

"I like the way he talks," Angelica said. 

Now openly flirting with each other a bit, Angelica and Colby now embarked on their first steep incline of the afternoon, with Janet right behind. 

The three began scaling the hill with patience, in no rush to reach the top. Colby settled in behind Angelica, and God bless him, he was now both blessed, and tortured, with the sight of Angelica's sexy, larger than average, bubble butt, bouncing right in his face. 

Her two, big, luscious cheeks were right at eye level, and they bounced around in those tight shorts of hers as she took each careful step up the hill. Colby would have loved to sink his teeth into that ass of hers, and the sight became so arousing, his enormous penis began to grow erect in his shorts. 

They continued their climb upward, and Colby became so entranced with Angelica's marvelous posterior that he wasn't prepared for her to make a sudden stop, which she did, and he walked right into her, accidentally planting his face in between her two luscious ass cheeks. 

Colby was embarrassed for a second, but it was Angelica who apologized for the collision. 

"Oops, sorry," she laughed. "I just stopped for a second to look over at that clearing."

Colby's face was flushed - he couldn't believe he made contact with that sexy ass of hers, let alone with his face. The three kept walking, and soon made it to the clearing that Angelica had spotted. 

There was plenty of shade and as a result it was a bit cooler where they stopped their hike momentarily, and the three decided to have some lunch. 

As they finished up their sandwiches, Janet took something else out of her bag, and it was a joint. She took a couple hits off it, offered it to Angelica, who declined, and then passed it over to Colby. 

"I can't believe school starts in just a few weeks," Angelica said. 

"Yuck, don't remind me," Janet replied, taking the joint back from Colby and then she took another hit. "At least you're going to U-Dub, I'm going to shitty community college."

"Well maybe if somebody paid a little bit more attention to their grades," Angelica teased her friend. Janet cracked a smile, and then passed the joint back to Colby.

"Janet tells me you're really smart, Angelica," Colby said. "What are you majoring in next year?"

Angelica sat down on a huge, fallen oak tree, crossed her tan legs, and began sharing some of her plans with her new friend. 

"Well I want to go into business, I just haven't figured out exactly what field yet," she said. "I'm probably going to take some electives my first semester, some general business courses, you know, until I figure it out."

He nodded. 

"My old man wants me to take over his business some day, so he's kind of pushing me into that," the young man said. 

"Yeah, Janet told me you're going to Stanford - that's awesome," Angelica said. 

As they kept chit-chatting about their plans for the fall, Janet felt it was her duty to take the conversation up a notch. And the cause for this was the ever-expanding bulge in Colby's shorts, which didn't go unnoticed by the two women. 

In fact, Angelica even motioned to it at one point, and Janet gave her a look back that suggested 'yeah, I noticed.'

After some time, and now feeling quite calm and relaxed from the joint she was smoking, Janet casually asked Angelica to tell Colby what she heard about him. 

"Janet," Angelica said softly, urging her friend to stop. 

"No, go on and tell him," Janet said with a smile. "Come on, it's about time we bring this thing out in the open."

Angelica tapped her foot up and down, now a bit nervous. She was upset with Janet for putting her on the spot like this. Colby looked at Angelica, anticipating an answer.

"My friend told me you're really hung," Angelica stated with great clarity. "There - I said it."

Janet looked over at Colby and laughed, and he was kind of caught off guard by Angelica's sudden implication. 

"Who did you hear that from?" Colby asked the brunette. He sat down next to her on the tree, and checked out her gorgeous thighs. 

"Lindsay Luther, or as we call her, slutty Lindsay," Angelica said. Colby laughed. 

"Oh, her. Yeah, we had some fun together," Colby said. "I'm surprised you would hear about me. You're a couple school districts away and...weren't you at an all-girls school?"

"Well, yeah," Angelica said. "And girls get to talking."

There was a momentary silence, as each of them tried to think of something to say. Leave it to Janet to press the issue further.

"Angelica's never seen a penis before," she teased her friend. 

"Janet!" Angelica yelled, scolding her. Colby's penis again began to get a nice tingle, and expand to greater dimensions. 

"Well?" Janet said to Angelica. "It's true."

Angelica tried to come back with an answer. 

"I've seen one. I mean, not in person, but..." 

There was another silence, and this one was really awkward. But Janet felt completely comfortable. 

"Come on, Colby, show her yours," Janet said. 

"Janet, don't," Angelica said lightly. By reflex, she told Janet to stop, but the more Angelica thought about it, she did in fact want to see Colby's naked body. 

Colby, wanting to show Angelica what he had, was more than willing to show off his most impressive physical asset. 

"Do you want to see my cock?" he asked nicely. The polite, yet lewd offer made Angelica blush, and Janet could sense her friend felt a bit uncomfortable. Angelica wanted to see Colby's prized pecker, but still was having trouble overcoming her natural inhibitions. 




Into the Woods



"Come on, let's get a move on, kids," Janet said, packing up her things and pushing forward. "We still have a long ways to go."

Angelica took a deep breath, gave a nervous smile to Colby, and the two followed Janet up along a small creek. Once they were out of tree cover, the sun started beaming down pretty hard on the small hiking party. 

Colby took off his shirt to cool off, exposing a huge upper body. Angelica's mouth watered when she saw his big muscles flexing in the afternoon sun. 

"You guys can take your shirts off too," he teased. 

"Uh, no, I don't think so," Angelica said with a chuckle, noticing Colby had been checking out her large breasts more and more as the day went on. 

"What trail is this anyway?" Angelica asked. 

"It's called Tiger," Colby answered. "I can't believe you don't come out here more often, Angel, it's practically in your back yard."

"I know, I know," said Angelica, or Angel, as Colby now started calling her. "I do have to get out more."

The three kept walking along the bubbling stream for a bit until Colby announced he had to relieve himself. 

"I got to take a leak, ladies," he said. 

"Oh how charming," Janet answered. She waved him away, saying that her and Angelica would wait for him. 

As soon as he walked down towards the water, Janet motioned her friend to follow her. Angelica didn't know what she was up to, but followed her down towards the creek, and both were careful to not let Colby see them.

They crept up behind a tree, and peered out through the branches so they could see their male friend. 

"What the fuck are we doing?" Angelica whispered. 

"Shhh, I want you to see his penis," Janet told her. 

"Janet, come on, we shouldn't be - holy shit!" Angelica said, then held her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. 

What caused her such surprise was the sight of Colby's massive wiener, as he fished it out through his fly hole and held it in his right hand as he urinated into the creek. 

"Jeeezus that thing is huuuuuge," Angelica whispered to her friend. Colby's penis was not even hard, yet it looked to be as long as a Coke bottle, and almost as big around. 

He kept peeing and peeing into the creek, letting forth an unbroken stream that created a loud trickling sound as it hit the water beneath him. 

"Guess he really had to go," Angelica said with a giggle. Janet laughed along with her. 

Ten seconds later, he was still peeing, causing the girls to laugh even more heartily. The amount of urine the guy poured forth was amusing to them. 

"I've never watched a guy go pee before, this is kind of funny," Angelica said. 

"Why don't you go over and ask him if you can shake it for him?" her friend suggested jokingly. 

As if on cue, Colby let out a few more trickles, and then shook his huge penis to get rid of the final few drops. The girls laughed at the sight of his frolicking member. 

"Come on, let's go," Janet said to her friend. 

"No, wait, I want to see how he gets it back in his pants - that's the real trick," Angelica said. 

"Come on!" Janet laughed. 

The two went back up to their original spot, and waited for Colby to return. When he did, everything was cool, and Angelica was relieved they hadn't gotten caught. 

But Janet purposely blew their cover. 

"We just watched you take a leak," she told Colby. Angelica was stunned with her friend's admission.

"Oh you guys are perverts," Colby said, half disgusted and half amused. 

"It wasn't me - it was Angelica, she put me up to it," Janet joked. 

"Oh yeah, right," Angelica said sarcastically. Colby just shook his head, and then looked at Angelica, waiting for her to say something. She obliged. 

"I saw your dick," she said matter of factly. This caused all three of them to laugh heartily. 

"Dude, that thing's in a league of its own," Angelica pressed on. 

"How would you know? You have no frame reference to compare it to," he teased her. 

"Well from what I've seen in magazines and stuff, yours is a lot bigger than those ones," she said. "A lot bigger."

Colby decided to sit down on a nearby bench, and Janet and Angelica sat down as well, one on each side of them. 

"God, it's so fucking hot," Angelica said, as she ran her hand through her beautiful brown hair. She crossed her fabulous legs, and Colby couldn't help but look down and enjoy what he saw. 

"I have an idea," Janet announced. The other two thought maybe she devised some sort of plan pertaining to their hike, but it wasn't that at all.

"I think...Colby should show Angelica his penis," she announced proudly, leaning up so she could have direct eye contact with her best friend. This time, Angelica didn't object like before. 

"So this is what this hike has come to, 'let's just get Colby naked,'" the young man teased, although he had no problem with getting nude for the two beautiful women. 

"Pretty much," Janet answered. 

"Hey, we are sight seeing," Angelica said. "And from what I've seen, your penis is quite a sight."

Janet and Angelica hi-fived each other, laughing at Colby's expense. He knew he had no choice but to get naked for the two young ladies. 

"Alright, alright," he said, standing up before them. "What do you want me to do, just pull it out for you?"

"Take down your shorts," Janet said. "No more of this pulling it through your fly nonsense. Give her a good, full view."

Angelica smiled happily, excited she was going to see her first penis in all its exposed glory. Full-frontal male nudity was such a rarity in mainstream culture, but these two girls were going to get a full dose of it, right out in the open. 

Colby hesitantly went about taking down his shorts. He was a bit unsure that Angelica was comfortable with his nakedness. But she let him know it was okay. 

"Come on, Colbster," she said, giving him a funny nickname. "I want to see it. Besides, I've already seen the sneak preview."

He gave her one last smile, and then took down his shorts, revealing a pair of white cotton briefs that had an unusually large bulge in the crotch. 

"Holy shit," was all Angelica could say, giggling a bit as she clenched her hands over her mouth. And then Colby put his thumbs underneath the waistband of his underwear, and yanked down his briefs slowly, pulling them all the way down past his thighs. His long, thick trunk was exposed, now free to dangle down past his balls, hanging halfway to his knees. 

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Angelica squealed, startling a few birds in a nearby tree, causing them to take flight. Janet was always amused with a girl's reaction when she saw Colby's giant cock for the first time. 

"Dude, that's not normal," Angelica said, sitting there with her legs crossed, eyeing his massive ding dong. 

"You like it?" Colby asked, now gently rocking his hips back and forth, making his penis swing from side to side. 

"It's awesome," Angelica answered with a big smile. Colby and Janet both laughed. 

"I've never heard my dick described as awesome," he joked. 

"Well it is," Angelica said. "It's so fucking big."

The more she stared, the more she was amazed. She giggled. 

"I never knew a guy could have one that size."

Colby basked in her affection, stunning her with his huge penis. He made it flop from side to side, smacking his hips with the fat tube of flesh. Janet and Angelica both looked at each other and cracked up. 

"Holy hot dog," Angelica joked. Janet and Angelica just sat back and enjoyed the show, and Colby took requests from his mini audience. 

"Do the thing where you swing it around in a circle," Janet told him. Colby then started gyrating his hips so that his massive male appendage would swing around like a pinwheel, and the two giddy girls looked on with unbridled enthusiasm. 

"He's really good at that," Janet laughed. 

"You could be on Star Search doing that trick," Angelica teased. Colby kept swinging his big penis around like a lasso, and the girls clapped and cheered him on. 

Now Janet got up and stood next to Colby, and he in turn started tickling her. Angelica got up and started tickling Colby, squeezing his muscular stomach. 

As they rustled about, Colby nearly tripped and fell, causing Janet to give him further instructions. 

"Babe, why don't you take your shorts completely off. You're gonna fall and get hurt," she told him. 

Colby then let his shorts drop all the way down to his feet, and then trying to show off, he kicked them off with his right foot, but he underestimated his strength. 

The shorts and underwear flew straight up in the air, and got caught in a thicket of branches some 11 or 12 feet up. This brought a good amount of distress to Colby, and of course, the girls just thought it was hysterical. 

"Oh you did yourself in now, big guy," Angelica laughed. 

"What an idiot," Janet teased him, shoving Colby lightly out of fun. The three of them stared up into the tree, seeing Colby's shorts and underwear dangling there, well out of reach. 

"Great, what the fuck am I gonna wear now?" he scoffed. 

"Oh don't worry about it. We'll get them down later," Janet reasoned. "Come on, stay nude for us for a while. Why don't you do a dance for us?"

Colby stressed to them he wasn't much of a dancer, but he thought he would humor the two girls, and had them take a seat on the nearby bench again. 

He started moving around and swinging about to an imaginary beat, noticing that the more his big penis flopped about, the more the girls cheered, so he put special emphasis on that part of his body. 

Colby really started getting into it, singing the lyrics to Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself," one of the girls' favorites, as he danced about in front of them without a care in the world. The girls loved his enthusiasm, and reached for his butt and copped a feel, and they also loved his gyrating muscles, his smooth skin and tan body. 

But what they really loved was his big, bouncing prick, which had slowly but surely grown into a semi-erect state due in large part to the attention the young females placed upon it. It moved about and danced along with Colby, like it had a life all its own.

"It's like it's his dance partner," Janet joked, referring to his huge member. 

"Or like his little brother," Angelica added. They cracked each other up. 

Colby eventually stopped dancing, saying he needed a breather. He received a nice round of applause from the two girls. 

Although Colby needed a break, his penis was just getting started, and it had now grown to a full erection, jutting out before him in an obscene fashion. It tried to rise up as far as it could, but the weight of it so substantial, it kind of stuck straight out, stabbing the air with vigorous jerks. 

"Holy fuck! Look how big his dick is getting!" Angelica squealed with delight. 

Janet slapped the bench in between where she and Angelica were sitting, urging Colby to sit in between them. He did, and his massive hard-on stuck straight up against his chest, nearly reaching his pecs. 

Angelica couldn't believe what she was looking at, and Janet showed no hesitation in tugging and pulling on Colby's huge boner, forcing it down between his legs and then letting it go to watch it come fly back up and smack against his stomach. 

Angelica wanted to get in on the fun, and said "wait, it's my turn," and she fought to grab hold of his big erection, and once she did, she wagged it about with glee, and then pushed it down and let it go, making it fling up and down like a powerful catapult. 

She kept doing it over and over again, giggling each time it created a dull squelch upon hitting his chest, and she contained her amusement just enough to offer a question to the young man.

"Jesus Christ, dude. How big is this thing anyway?" she asked. "Have you ever like, gotten a ruler out and been like, let me measure this fucking thing?"

Colby smiled, and gave her an honest answer. 

"It's 13 and a half inches long," he said proudly. 

Angelica burst out laughing. 

"Holy fuck," she said. "Thirteen and a half inches?"

He nodded. 

"I'm sorry," she said, still giggling. "I'm laughing out of excitement. This thing is fucking insane..."

Colby just loved their affection, now leaning back against the back of the bench so that his huge erection lied against his stomach, throbbing and pulsing, and begging to be fondled. 

"You wanna jerk him off?" Janet asked Angelica. She almost didn't even have to answer. The look on her face told it all. Angelica's eyes were wide with anticipation, her beautiful bright smile displaying the sexual rush she was feeling at the moment. 

She could feel herself getting wet between her legs, her pussy getting moist as she eyed the massive hard-on in front of her. Her nipples started poking out in her tight top, as Colby surely noticed. 

"Gimme that cock," Angelica said happily. Janet was surprised by her aggressiveness, but watched with great satisfaction as her friend took hold of Colby's enormous penis and slowly began to stroke it up and down. 

Her strokes were long and exaggerated, partly because she had never jerked off a guy before and was savoring the moment, and also because she was astounded by the shaft's massive size.

"Oh my fucking God," Colby said with great enjoyment, leaning back against the bench as Angelica masturbated his lengthy hard-on. Young Colby could feel a great sexual rush pulsing through every part of his body.

"This is so fucking awesome," Angelica said with a big smile, now crossing her legs as she felt completely at ease jerking off the well-hung stud. Janet herself was getting really excited just watching the display, as she sat down on the other side of the young man, and very inconspicuously put her hand down into her panties, rubbing herself as she watched the passionate, long hand job. 

Angelica now went back and forth between slow, extended strokes, to furiously jerking Colby's big pecker up and down. She enjoyed the long strokes because it made her marvel even more at his size, but she also loved jerking it real fast because it felt so naughty, and lewd, and it also made a louder sound. 

"Your dick is so fucking big," she laughed. "I bet you fucking play with this thing all the time, don't you? Don't you you naughty boy!"

Colby could only nod, his ability to actually speak words at this point was lost since he was so entranced by Angelica's magical hands. 

Janet's right hand, meanwhile, was still busy rubbing up and down on her slit, and as she took her fingers away from her excited bush for just a second, she thought she would play a joke on Angelica and Colby.

"Shit! Someone's coming!" Janet yelled. Angelica's hands immediately flew up and away from Colby's massive erection, and the young man tried in vain to cover up his rod with his hands. 

Janet burst out laughing at the site, and soon the other two realized she was having some fun with them. 

"Very funny," Angelica said, motioning Colby to move his hands away so she could get back to her hand job. 

"You almost gave me a heart attack," Colby told his stepsister as she stood there with a wicked smile. 

"Someone is gonna be coming in a minute though," he added, and the two girls knew what he was implying, as his huge balls were begging for release. 

To this point the size of Colby's balls had somehow gone unnoticed by the young Angelica, mostly because she paid so much attention to his dick. But now she began to cradle his massive nuts in her one hand, while stroking his big shaft with the other. 

She couldn't believe how heavy his balls felt, and she quite happily lifted them up and down, marveling at their weight. They were almost as big around as a couple of eggs, and she even had Colby stand up for a second so that she could see how far they hung down. 

"Those are some low hangers," Janet said as Colby stood before them, posing in the afternoon sun. He lifted his huge erection up and out of the way to give them an unblocked view of his giant nuts.

"I really have to come," Colby said. Angelica mercifully tried to finish him off, so that he could finally have release. Colby hadn't come in quite a few days, and all of the girls' teasing throughout the afternoon and the sight of their gorgeous bodies in the warm glow of the wilderness only enhanced his arousal. Janet, too, was back pleasuring herself as she watched the display before her. 

"Shoot a big fucking load for me," Angelica said, surprised at her own dirty words. "Come on, make your big prick explode for me."

Janet, with three of her fingers buried in her tiny opening, brought herself to a very fierce climax, and by now her masturbation was no secret to the other two. Colby looked at her lustily, and she brought her fingers out of her panties, and then let Colby lick the juices from her fingers. 

Angelica's focus was squarely on Colby's inevitable orgasm. She put forth a few more sensuous strokes of his big cock, even rubbing his enormous dick head with her thumb each time she brought her hand up. She had brought him over the edge.

Colby groaned, so loud that it echoed in the distance, and a huge rope of come fired out and landed on Angelica's shoulder.

"Holy fuck!" Janet screamed. Angelica hardly had any time to acknowledge the wet blast before another hit her square in the forehead. She jumped back, and opened her mouth to express her shock, and a big rope of Colby's jizz went right into her mouth. 

"Colby! Jesus Christ," she said with both shock and appreciation. She was trying to spit out Colby's seed, and another blast of semen drenched the top of her tits. As much as she was getting drenched by his spouting tool, her hands just would not stop cranking his massive fuck stick. 

"Get one in her hair," Janet cried with glee. Colby obliged, and thrust his hips upward so that he could accommodate her wish. He reared back and fired another rope of come, and this one flew right through Angelica's hanging bangs, and onto the top of her pretty little head. 

"Oh my God, enough," she said with a big laugh, now aiming his fat dork off to the right. Another rope of semen erupted from his penis, then another, then another. Each one landed with an audible crinkle as it drenched some dried-up leaves on the ground.  

Angelica kept stroking his erection and thought it was amusing how it kept releasing one burst of semen after another, seemingly not wanting to stop. They were just small dribbles now, but she kept stroking his hard-on until there was no more come to shoot forth. 

"I think I drained you buddy boy," Angelica said with pride. 

"Oh believe me, I have more, but we better get going," Colby said as she released his mighty penis. 

Angelica spit out some of Colby's errant come shot, and told Janet it was kind of salty. 

The three got themselves together, but then Colby suddenly remembered his problem - his underwear and shorts were dangling from a tree branch. 

He tried, unsuccessfully, to jump up and grab the shorts, but all this did was make his enormous flaccid penis flop up and down uncontrollably, much to the girls' amusement. Instead of trying to help him or form a plan, they just stood back and took pleasure in his desperate, pointless actions. 

"Who do you think you are, Michael Jordan? You can't jump that high, you idiot," Janet teased him. He kept trying and trying, even though the shorts were well out of his reach. 

He even thought a running start would help, and he backed up some 10 yards or so, then ran and jumped as high as he could. The girls laughed as his long dong swung back and forth with every stride. 

"Okay, okay, wait, you're gonna hurt yourself," Angelica said as she saw his efforts prove futile. "Why don't I...get up on your shoulders and I'll reach up and grab your shorts."

"Or," Janet began. "You could just stand on his dick and grab the shorts."




Into the Woods



Angelica giggled aloud at Janet's comment, but Colby was growing a bit impatient. 

"Dude, are you gonna help or are you gonna just make fun of the situation?" he asked his stepsister.

"Oh hush. I'll watch and make sure nobody is coming," she said. "You two do what you have to do and for Christ's sake get your shorts on. Somebody's bound to come walking down that trail sooner or later."

Colby got himself situated underneath where the shorts and underwear were dangling overhead, and he knelt down on the ground. 

He instructed the gorgeous Angelica to get up on his shoulders, and she did as told. She swung her right leg over his right shoulder, then did the same with the left. Colby could feel the soft, supple touch of her well-rounded thighs as they hugged his neck. 

"I hope this fucking works," she said. "Whatever you do, don't drop me."

Colby assured her she was in no danger, and the powerful young man had no trouble supporting her weight. She was a petite girl, and seemingly whatever weight she did have was in all the right places, especially her thighs, which were doing a number on Colby. 

It felt so good to be cradled in between them, like it was his fantasy come true. He got to his feet, raising Angelica high in the air, and the girl easily reached up and grabbed his shorts. 

"Got 'em," she said victoriously. Colby gently rubbed her lower legs up and down, seemingly thanking her for pulling off the task. 

He didn't really want to put her down just yet, but he savored for one last moment the feel of her thighs against his skin, and then let her down to safety. 

He tucked his massive wiener back inside his underwear, and pulled up his shorts to complete his wardrobe. 

"Hey, we make a pretty good team," Angelica said happily. Colby nodded with a grin, and soon the two were rejoined by Janet. 

They continued their hike around Squak Mountain, and Colby resumed being their makeshift tour guide, pointing out various kinds of trees and also a few forms of wildlife here and there. A deer even darted by them as they continued to walk. 

After some time though, the three decided to take another break, and reclined on a couple of benches that were off the trail a bit. Janet and Angelica sat side by side on one bench, and Colby sat across on the other. 

They chatted about school, about relationships, and also a few movies and T.V. shows. But the conversation inevitably turned to Colby's penis, which had made such a huge impression on the two young women on this day. 

"So does pretty much everyone at school know you have a donkey dick?" Angelica asked with a big smile. Colby laughed. 

"Not everyone, but you know, word gets around," he said. 

"It sure does. I live an hour away from you and word got around to me," Angelica laughed. 

Angelica further prodded about his unique endowment, asking him various questions like how old he was when he realized he was hung a lot bigger than most men, and also if he really got off on getting naked for clothed women. 

"Some girls will just ask to see my dick," he told Angelica with great sincerity. "I've even had older women, 22, 23 years old, ask to see it. Like older sisters of friends and stuff. People are amazed by it."

"I would imagine so," Angelica said with enthusiasm. "Dude, the thing hangs halfway to your knees!"

"I know, I know," Colby said. "Believe me, I'm amazed by it sometimes."

Angelica and Janet looked at each other and cracked up. Janet, now smoking another joint, even got Angel to take a few hits, and it loosened her up even more. 

"How big is your penis just when it's soft?" the brunette asked. 

She was thinking Colby would respond with a figure, but instead he gave her a visual. He stood up, took down his shorts and underwear again, and gave her another long look.

"Jesus Christ," Angelica said, shaking her head and putting her face in her hands as she blushed. "You didn't have to show me!"

Colby proudly swung his penis back and forth for the two girls as they loved his total lack of shyness. 

"Fucking awesome," Angelica said as she eyed his swaying tool.

"It's like about eight inches just when it's like this," he said, motioning to his hanging member. "That's already bigger than most guys erect...so I'm told."

Angelica resumed her viewing of Colby's naked form, including his huge, hanging balls that she had milked with great enthusiasm earlier in the day. 

The young girl found it exhilarating to be sitting there carrying on a conversation with a fully naked male, let alone a guy as gorgeous as Colby, and let alone a guy with as large a cock as his. Angelica, becoming more assertive by the minute, told Colby to take off his shorts completely and hand them to her. 

"I'll decide when you get these back," she teased him. Colby smiled as he handed them over, as he enjoyed how Angelica was becoming more and more sure of herself. 

The three indulged themselves in a very open discussion, and for just a few moments, there was a fourth member of their party. A tiny, yellow bird landed on a bench right next to where Angelica and Janet were sitting, and began chirping away. 

"Oh look at that little guy," Janet said as she found the small creature intriguing. 

"Wow, a willow goldfinch," Colby admired. "That's the state bird."

"How lovely," Angelica said with a smile. 

The bird kept chirping away, filling the area with its lovely song until flying away to some other, more secluded, location. Colby gave some educational, and even entertaining, stories about the wildlife he and his dad had encountered on their many hikes around these parts, but eventually Angelica had to interrupt.

"Colby, tell me something," she said. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy that's simply going to work for his dad when you finish college. You seem like a guy that wants to walk his own path, cross new terrain..."

Colby could sense Angelica wasn't only a bright girl, but also pretty intuitive as well. 

"Well, there is one thing I've always wanted to do...but please don't laugh," he said. 

The girls insisted they wouldn't make fun of him, whatever his secret dream turned out to be.

"I really want to open my own seafood restaurant some day," he told them. 

Angelica was impressed.

"Why would we laugh at that?" Angelica asked. "That's an awesome idea."

Colby looked relieved to hear their encouragement. 

"It's just the old man always gives me shit about it when I mention it," he told the girls. "He says I have no idea how hard it is to open your own restaurant, how much of a gamble it is..."

"Well life is a gamble, sweetheart," Janet said. 

Angelica turned to Colby.

"You're gambling right now by standing there completely naked," she told him, eyeing his enormous penis. "Any given moment, someone could walk by and see you, but that doesn't seem to bother you!"

She had a point, and Colby knew it. 

"Well I'm not completely naked," he said. "I do have my boots on still."

Both girls cracked up. They were having such a good time and were so oblivious to their surroundings at this point that they didn't hear a couple people approaching. 

Suddenly, a mom and her daughter walked up to the three, seeking directions, and the mom was shocked to see that Colby was almost completely naked. She gasped openly at the sight, but did not run away like a frightened deer.

"Where are your clothes, young man?" she asked with a laugh. She looked to be in her early 40's, a mature looking woman, but very attractive, with long brown hair and a generous bust. 

"He's becoming one with nature today," Janet said of Colby's lack of coverage. 

The woman just shook her head and laughed, and stared right at Colby's huge, hanging male appendage. 

"Well God certainly blessed you didn't he?" she asked with a beaming smile. Colby nodded, kind of surprised by her enthusiasm. The female stranger was so caught up in Colby's nudity that she hadn't realized her daughter was looking at the same thing, and she quickly went to cover the young one's eyes, with mixed results.

As the woman got directions from Colby, the daughter every now and then peeked her eyes out to see his huge sausage, and she smiled brightly every time she did so. The two then went on their way, giving a hearty good-bye, and they had clearly left an impression on young Colby.

He was again beginning to get an erection, and the two girls noticed his prick was extending to the impressive length it had grown to earlier in the afternoon. 

"God, you really got excited by that woman looking at your dick, didn't you?" Angelica teased him. 

"I think I did," Colby said as he looked down at his growing hard-on, which extended way out in front of him, poking Angelica in the tummy as she stood before the young man. She giggled. 

Angelica mentioned to Janet that they should do something to take care of Colby's massive boner, only this time Angelica had something different in mind. 

All afternoon long, she had wanted a taste of his cock. It looked so good, so manly, so tempting...

She slowly dropped to her knees, and began licking his long shaft up and down. Colby couldn't believe it, and he also couldn't believe how long and how wet her tongue was. She seemed to lick every inch of his huge erection, from the base all the way to the massive head. 

Janet whistled her approval, urging her friend to keep going. Colby could now see the tops of Angelica's massive tits, and wanted to see more.

"Please do this topless," he begged. "I'd love to see your breasts."

Angelica stopped working her busy tongue on Colby's big cock, and looked at him. She sighed.

"I'm not gonna show you my tits. I do have a reputation to uphold, you know?" she laughed, speaking of her squeaky clean image. "But I'll meet you halfway...how 'bout I take my top off, and you can see me in my bra?"

Colby was glad to take anything he could get at this point, so he nodded emphatically that he would like that. Angelica peeled off her tight shirt, and Colby almost erupted right then and there.

As her top came off, Angelica's massive melons flopped right out into the afternoon sun, covered only by her sexy, white bra. Her tits were so big that Colby could tell they were the kind that would hang a bit if not supported by the type of undergarment Angel had on at this very moment. 

"You're amazing," he told her, as Angelica teased him more by shaking her chest back and forth, like Colby had done with his big dong earlier in the day. Her covered tits swung to and fro, causing his penis to ache even more for release.

"Should we get started?" she asked with a naughty grin. 

"Please do," Colby said. Angel went back to licking his shaft up and down, and while all this was commencing, Janet walked behind Colby and began rubbing his back side. She looked down at Angelica's slippery tongue, gliding its way up and down Colby's massive, hard cock. 

"If I suck your cock, you're not gonna tell anybody, are you?" she asked him, as she longed to put it in her mouth. 

"Well just like you, darling, I have a reputation to uphold, and nothing would boost my popularity more than a story of the sweet, little Angelica Smart blowing me out near Squak Mountain," he said, as she tugged on his tool. "But for you, sweetie, I can keep a lid on it."

She smiled up at him, and now tried to take his huge horse prick into her waiting mouth. She had never given a blowjob before, and she badly underestimated Colby's size.

Angel opened her mouth only halfway, and felt her teeth rubbing along his massive cock head. She realized she would have to open her mouth a lot wider, and cracked open her jaw as far as it would go, just to accomodate the huge head of his enormous penis. 

She groaned from the initial discomfort, but Angelica began to try and bring some rythm to her sucking, rocking up and down on his massive hard-on while trying to get as much of the shaft into her tiny mouth as possible. 

"This thing's a jawbreaker," she said as she let it out of her mouth for an instant. She went right back to sucking on his cock, bobbing up and down on it while her loud, slurping sounds served as evidence of her tenacity. Angel loved sucking his dick, and now rolled his huge balls around in her right hand. 

Janet couldn't sit on the sideline for long, and went from just being a spectator to then stroking Colby's huge cock as Angelica sucked on it. Together, the two worked in tandem, as they sucked and stroked Colby to climax. 

He didn't want this moment to end, but his efforts to hold out any longer proved futile against these two women. Colby announced he was 

going to come, and instead of taking his penis out of her mouth, Angelica kept sucking on it. 

She kind of liked the taste of his come earlier, how it was salty yet just a little sweet. 

She wanted to swallow him, and sure enough, she did, as his first come shot fired to the back of her mouth. It felt so warm, and there was so much of it, and Angelica immediately realized she was going to have to start gulping his semen down if she was to avoid choking. She swallowed down one load of come, then another, and another, looking like she was gulping down a two-liter bottle of soda. 

But soon her swallowing lost pace with his spurting tool, as Angelica realized it was like trying to suck on a fire hose. She released his cock, and along with it, a mouthful of come, which drenced his hard prick like a thick, white paste.

Colby's dick kept shooting forth one rope of come after another, and Angelica, still on her knees, was seemingly genuflecting to it, as she closed her eyes and let it spurt forth its hot liquid onto her forehead, her cheeks, and into her open mouth.

Colby, not lost in the moment, focused on shooting some of his seed onto the tops of Angelica's lovely, huge breasts, and once he did, she rubbed the smooth liquid into her skin, making her tits nice and shiny, as they glistened in the sun. 

When Colby's cock had finally relinquished its last load, and his erection had subsided, Angelica put her shirt back on, then knelt before her male friend, and playfully batted his dangling dick back and forth. 

"I conquered you," she said to the huge penis. "I tamed the mighty beast."

So proud of her efforts, and feeling such a delightful tingle from the whole experience, Angelica wore a broad smile the rest of that day, and Colby wore nothing. On the walk back to the car, he playfully put his shorts on his head, just to make the girls laugh. He pushed the pant legs back so that they would rest on his back, and the mock headpiece looked like something the ancient Egyptians would have worn. 

"You look like a Pharoh or something," Angelica laughed. 

All fun has to end sometime though, and as the three reached the more heavily traveled parts of their trail, Colby finally got dressed again. 

That day was the beginning of a very special bond between the three, one that still exists to this day. 

EPILOGUE

Colby Cranston followed in his father's footsteps and attended Stanford University. It took him six years to graduate, mostly because he did more than his share of partying and messing around, but he did finish his studies with nearly a 4.0 GPA, and would then enter the working world. 

He worked underneath his father for about five years, but then he relocated to San Francisco, where he achieved his dream of opening up his very own seafood restaurant, and it still thrives to this day. If you are ever in the San Francisco area, you might want to sample the soft shell crabs at Colby's By the Bay. 

His activities with Angelica and Janet helped spur a fascination with what would be later defined as CFNM (Clothed Female Nude Male), and he lives out his CFNM fantasies as much as he can. Anything from clothing optional beaches to actual CFNM parties, Colby Cranston takes part in many enjoyable activities that involve being naked around, and performing for, clothed females. 

Angelica Smart has lived what you would call a charmed life. The college years were arguably the best, and most rewarding, of her life, as she excelled academically, building a strong foundation for a career in finance, and it was at the University of Washington where she also met the man of her dreams. They married shortly after college, and now live in Seattle with their five children (four boys and one girl). One of the boys' names, coincidentally, is Colby, but he was named after his grandfather.

Angelica still keeps in touch with the other Colby to this day, and her adventures with him back in 1985 caused Angel to become fascinated with not only men that are of the exhibitionist type, but also men with really large penises. 

It is a fascination she shares openly with her husband, and he gets turned on every time she does so. Neil, Angelica's husband, has an average-sized penis, and their love life is perfect. He loves, however, when his wife tells stories about her experiences with big dicks.

Janet, well, is still Janet. She embraces the single lifestyle, and has numerous lovers. She still lives in Seattle, not far from Angelica, and she has her very own boutique. It has been doing so well that she may have money for a second store, and officially become a chain. 

One special weekend not long ago, Angelica and Janet started reminiscing about their days with Colby, and Angelica had a very kinky idea and asked Neil if he would like to take part in some "CFNM" fun with Janet and Colby. 

The reunion took place at Janet's home, and it was a hoot. The two men got naked, served drinks to the two finely-dressed women, and catered to their every need, and the women loved having the two fellas stroke their shafts and shoot big loads for their amusement. 

It was a thrill for Angelica to see Colby again, to see all of him again, and Neil got to live out his fantasy of seeing his wife interact with a man that had such an enormous penis.

The night was so much fun that all four vowed to do it again. 

Angelica has lived the good life, and is still thankful to Janet to this day for taking her on that trip into the woods. 

THE END



Into the Woods



The inspiration for this piece came from a picture of a woman dressed in running clothes including a red hoodie. It clicked to do a modern retelling of the Red Riding Hood story. I allowed the characters to run free, and I took several liberties, but I hope you'll enjoy the results.

To Marc for pushing me to write it



Chapter 1

My eyes tracked her as she warmed up at the head of the jogging trail. My body stayed still and silent, only my eyes moved. From this vantage point I would be able to see her for the first quarter mile before the trail curved out of sight. Then I'd creep back into the brush and navigate to my next observation post.

I've been watching runners and hikers for years. They come here onto my land to escape the confines of the city. They skirt the edge of the wilderness, just enough to brag to their drinking buddies that they are adventurous. They tell stories as if they're the next Bear Grylls staring in Man vs. Wild. But they always stay to the path, falsely secure in their impenetrable bubble of safety. They never feel my eyes on them. They have evolved beyond the pricking of their neck hairs and no longer fear the dark. In their world they'd vanquished the dark with their streetlights, lamps and night lights. They illuminate everything so they can see what was coming for them. But in doing so, they've lost the primal reactions of their ancestors who knew when a predator watched.

I crouched down into position, keeping low with the scrub. I knew I would see her soon. In the quiet of the early morning I could just make out her labored breathing and the sound of the tread of her running shoes gripping the packed dirt of the jogging trail. When she entered my line of vision, my breath caught in my throat. She was exquisite. I've been here in this spot hundreds of times watching her, and her beauty always takes me by surprise. Her voluptuous body was incongruous with her athleticism. She'd never be one of the willowy lean runners; her DNA wouldn't allow it. Her rounded hips swayed seductively. Each stride with a rhythm that beckoned to me. Her breasts held me captive. The way they bounced with each of her footfalls, even hindered by a sports bra. I clinched my hands to keep myself from jumping out and taking her now.

I think of her as "Red" even though she's actually blonde. She wears something red every day. The evenings I shadowed her from her apartment, I noticed it right away. A scarf, jewelry or shoes, there was always something red. Most of the time it was obvious, but a few times I'd had to search for it. I've dreamed of peeling her out of her clothes to find red panties hidden beneath.

Winter was quickly moving into Spring, but today the temperatures had dipped with a last nod to the colder climate. She wore my favorite: a body hugging red hoodie. She must have known today would be special, and my cock began to stir in anticipation. I knew there wasn't time for that, at least not yet. My timing had to be perfect and I couldn't allow distractions.

She averages just over a nine minute mile. I know because I've clocked her. Monday mornings she takes a little longer, but I can understand that. I move a little slower on Mondays, too. The trail she runs is a five mile loop. Her furthest point out into the woods away from other trails is just near the two mile mark. That's where I'll take her.

I reached the final watch spot with time to spare. I pulled the rifle from its shoulder strap and got into stance. The stock was cold against my cheek, but it helped to calm my racing heart. I took a deep breath in, and then another, clearing my mind of everything but gun and target. I couldn't afford to miss. I didn't think of Red as a woman, right now she's the mark. No different than a buck or a boar. I'm hunter; she's prey.

Chapter 2

I took aim and squeezed the trigger. The tranquilizer dart pieced her upper thigh and she stumbled with the shock and sting of the impact. She went down hard on her knee and looked at the dart hanging from her leg. I could tell by her slowed movements that the drug was already working. But I didn't want to give her a chance to cry out. The trails were mostly empty this early in the morning, but I didn't want anyone to hear a distress call.

Slinging the tranquilizer rifle back over my shoulder, I stepped out onto the path and hurried to her side. She looked up into my eyes, her eyes wide with panic. She glanced down at my Ranger uniform and her eyes softened with relief. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but her tongue was already slowed from the drug and her voice came out muffled.

"Easy," I said. "Let's get you out of here."

I picked her up, cradling her against my body. Her head fell against my shoulder and I took just a second to breathe in her scent before stepping back into the woods and heading toward my cabin. I had only taken a few steps before her breathing smoothed out and she went completely under.

I still keep my apartment in town, but I prefer to stay in the cabin. This past month I'd spent too much time in the city. I've been following Red, learning her habits, her friends, and where she worked. I knew I'd take her from here, the home field advantage, but I had to pick a day that would give me the most time before anyone noticed she'd disappeared. I'd overheard her talking to a friend that she was taking off Friday to run errands. With a little luck no one would report her missing until she didn't show up to work on Monday. By then the trail would be cold, and I'd have plenty of time to scout back and remove any evidence.

Even if the police do come sniffing around here, as a Ranger I'll be in on the investigation. The city police wouldn't search these woods without utilizing the resources of the park services. I'd be in a position to know the progression of the investigation and be able to sway it accordingly.

I'd been working on enhancing my wolves den for a few years now. With just more than 400 square miles of National Forest, there are plenty of out of the way places and I found the perfect spot in a small natural cave. I'd built up a camouflage around the entrance making it virtually invisible unless you knew it was there. It's close to the river, but not enough to be seen by those enjoying water sports. At only four miles away from the nearest hiking trail and more than ten miles from the campgrounds, its location was close enough to make it easily accessible but far enough away it was private.

The most challenging addition to my cave was to outfit it with a cage. I'd spent weeks hauling the equipment needed and several more to assemble and build it. The end result was certainly worth all the effort. I had an 8 x 12 cell furnished with a military cot.

I stepped into the enclosure and laid Red on the bed. I stood staring down at her and wondered how long she'd be under. I used the darts we keep at the Ranger station for smaller animals, but it would be a waiting game to see how long it would take her to surface from the effects of the drug. I removed her shoes and attached the red leather wrist and ankle cuffs that I'd special ordered just for her. I knew she'd love the color.

In all likelihood it would be awhile before she'd wake, and I had a list of things to do. I emptied her pockets, took her car key and cell phone. I took one last look at her before I walked out of the cell. I shut the door and clicked the pad lock shut. I didn't fuck her yet. I didn't want her unconscious. When I'm inside her, I want her to know it.

She drove a red Mini Cooper. It was a flashy little car and I would be noticeable driving one in my Ranger uniform. I changed into street clothes and headed back to the park entrance.

I had picked out a place in town to abandon the car. I wore gloves, but I wiped it down anyway. I also did a quick check for any trace I may have left. I wasn't too worried about debris from the park, because she did run there every morning. But my hair would be harder to explain if found by law enforcement.

I'd locked a bicycle a few blocks away and was happy to see it still there. I rode back to my apartment, locked the bike inside and drove my motorcycle back to the Ranger station in time for work.

Chapter 3

I arrived back at the cave just before nightfall. She was still out of it. I didn't think she was a good enough actress to be faking it, but I wasn't taking any chances. I walked around the cage to the back corner where the cot was placed. I reached in through the bars and checked her pulse. Slow and steady, she was still under the drug's influence.

I unlocked the door and tossed the keys along with the lock across the room onto my bed. I entered the cell and knelt down beside her. I freed her hair from the braid and fanned out the blonde waves around her shoulders. It was as soft as I'd imagined it would feel. I ran my fingers through the thick mass of it. I unzipped her hoodie and spread it open. She had on a white t-shirt with red stitching and her jogging pants were black with red piping along the sides. I wanted to know if I was right about her panties and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her pants and slid them down her legs.

A little red cotton triangle was the only thing separating her pussy from my view. My cock had been rousing but now jumped to attention. If I was going to keep from fucking her now, I needed to put some distance between us. But I wanted to see more of her. I removed her hoodie and t-shirt. Her red sports bra would be more difficult to get off so I pulled out my pocket knife and cut the offending material away from her magnificent breasts. They spilled into my hands in gratitude of being released from their bindings. They were heavy in my hands. The creamy white mounds of her breasts were capped in dark pink nipples that tightened from being exposed to the chill in the air. My fingers kneaded into her tits and my cock was now straining against my pants.

I put her hoodie back on her, but didn't zip it up. I removed the jogging pants and left her panties in place. I took her arms and positioned them above her head and pushed her hands through the bars. I took a lock from my pocket and threaded it through the O-rings on her wrist cuffs and clicked it into place. When she woke up I didn't want there to be any doubt of why she's here. The sooner she understands that the easier it will go for her.

I took a moment to leer at her as she was splayed out before me. With her hands shackled behind her head, it pulled the jacket open enough so that her breasts were bared. Her hair spilled down and over her shoulders almost brushing against her hardened nipples that peeked out. In this stretched position it accentuated her flat belly that was exposed all the way down to her panties. The red of the material that framed her breasts and covered her pussy accentuated her alabaster skin. She was perfection. 

I reluctantly tossed a blanket over her and locked up her enclosure. Then I set about starting a fire and getting my dinner ready.

I had just finished eating when I heard the first sounds of her stirring. She would be disoriented and probably a little nauseous as she was coming up out of the fog from the drugs.

I stood outside the bars and watched her face as she came back into herself. It was gradual at first with just a few moans and her head slowly moving from side to side. She struggled against the restraints still half under and seemed confused about why her hands weren't working. When her eyes did finally open, she looked up at her wrists and saw them bound around a prison bar.

She strained against her cuffs. Because I'd left her legs free, she was able to tuck her feet up underneath her and sit up. But once she'd moved into a more vertical position the blanket slid down to her waist baring her breasts. She looked down and saw her state of undress and yanked harder against her bindings. Her breasts swayed with her jerky movements and I sucked in air.

At my noise she turned her head and we locked eyes. Hers widened in recognition and she took several shallow quick breaths. My gaze dropped back to her tits. She turned her body and tried to cover herself with her arms. "Who are you? Why am I here?" she demanded.

I didn't answer her. The first question didn't matter and as for the second, she already knew the answer. And if she didn't, she would find out soon enough.

I opened the door to her cage and stepped inside. She scooted back further against the corner of the cell. "Don't come any closer or I'll scream," she threatened.

I took hold of the blanket, pulled it off of her and tossed it to the floor. Her arms started to shake, and I was sure it wasn't from the cold.

"Face forward," I said.

She shook her head and tried to tuck herself further into her arms.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. Her head snapped up when she felt my weight dip the mattress.

"You're in the middle of nowhere. Go ahead and scream if you'd like, but no one will hear you. You're now completely at my mercy. From this point forward everything you have will be because I've provided it including your food and water. You have value because you please me, but if you don't then there won't be a reason to keep you."

I let her think about that a moment. She'd seen me, could describe my face, and knew I was a Ranger. I couldn't let her go now; we've passed that point. I could see she was working that out in her head.

"Face forward," I repeated.

Her arms were still shaking, but she turned toward me. I reached out to brush her hair back and she flinched and closed her eyes tight, but she didn't turn away. After pushing back all of her hair I returned my hands to my lap until she opened her eyes. 

"Now, slide back down so you're lying on your back," I said.

Her eyes closed again and she whispered, "Please don't do this."

I again waited until her eyes opened. I arched an eyebrow, but she still didn't move. "Would you prefer me to bind your ankles too?" I asked.

Her breathing quickened again. God damn her breasts were glorious. It was a struggle not to yank her down and take my cock out and plunge into her. But I wanted her to do it on her own, so I was being generous with the timing. I wouldn't be as accommodating next time, but to get her to submit to me now, I'd give her a moment to think.

My patience paid off. She started to wiggle her way back down on the bed.

"All the way so that your hands are taunt against the bars."

I was still sitting on the corner and again my eyes were drawn to the hypnotic waves of her abundant breasts as she shimmied her way down. She slid down as far as her bound wrists would allow, but she'd kept her legs pressed tightly together. That wouldn't do.

"Open them."

"I can't, please don't make me," she said.

I reached into my pocket to remove a knife. It wasn't the most intimidating weapon at my disposal, but I thought the metallic hiss while opening the edge would help to make my point. Her eyes followed the trajectory as I exposed the blade. She flinched when it clicked into place.

I buried my free hand into her hair and fisted it tight to hold her still. I didn't want her to be able to jerk away and accidentally cause me to cut her. I brought the knife down flat to rest against the hollow beneath her jaw. I could feel the hilt pulsing against my palm to her erratic pulse.

"Have you ever been hunting?" I asked. "There's an art to field dressing a kill. The first step is exsanguination." I pulled the knife across her neck as I'd been speaking, angled toward the blunted back of the blade. Her skin was so fair that even the blunt edge made a mark across her delicate skin.

"Stop, please. Put the knife away and I'll do whatever you want."

Slowly she parted her thighs and she was again spread out before me. This time she was awake and aware of where she was and to whom she'd debased herself.

I leaned over her and brushed my lips across the line I'd made on her neck. "That's my girl."

Chapter 4

I stood up and snapped the knife closed. Once I'd removed my clothes, I wanted it within easy reach, but more importantly I wanted her to know it was still nearby.

Red whimpered and I saw tears start to form in the corners of her eyes. My cock was standing at attention and I wanted nothing more than to nestle between her thighs and to mindlessly fuck the stunning body she'd displayed before for me. But I didn't want to hurt her more than necessary. I wanted her to give in, not to fight me. I'd rather the knife not make an

I settled back onto the corner of the bed and wrapped my hand around her ankle. She gasped and kicked out, but I'd expected that and tightened my grip. She wasn't able to break my hold. Once she stopped struggling I slowly ran my fingers up the inside of her leg along the curve of her calf to the inside of her thigh. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face into the sleeve of her hoodie.

I kept traveling higher until I was cupping her pussy. There was still the barrier of her panties between her skin and mine, and I knew she could feel the heat radiating off of me. I pressed against her with the heel of my palm, massaging her with small circles. Because I had her legs spread so wide, I could feel the crests and valley between her pussy lips and clit.

"Look at me," I said. "I want to see your eyes."

She shook her head and kept her face hidden against her chained arm.

"This is the last time I'm giving you a choice. You'll do what I tell you, when I tell you and I'll do my best not to hurt you. You might even start to enjoy it. Or, you can keep fighting me and I promise you, it will not be pleasant."

She turned her head and lifted smoky green eyes to meet mine. Her tear-dampened lashes framed them and they reminded me of the woods after a heavy rain. I wondered if they'd brighten when my cock was stuffed inside her.

Now that I had her attention and compliance, I moved into a kneeling position between her open legs. I lifted her hips until the back of her thighs were resting on the front of mine, angling her pussy toward me. I traced a line up and down the fabric at the crotch of her panties before snaking around the material to slide a finger inside her. Her quads tightened at my invasion, but she kept her legs spread. I couldn't get too far in, because she was as dry as the Mojave.

I removed my hand and leaned forward over her body. My cock strained against the cotton barrier and I couldn't stop myself from grinding against her. Her breath stuttered and she let out a small cry.

I held two fingers to her mouth. "Open up." Her lips parted and I slid them inside. She began to suckle them without prompting. Seeing her full lips wrapped around my fingers kept my hips straining against her. I watched as her cheeks hollowed while she worked her mouth and tongue. She was going to be a great cocksucker.

Once my fingers were covered with her saliva I pushed back up into my kneeling position and I hooked her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to my view at last. She wasn't clean shaven as I prefer, but it was nice to see that the carpet matched the drapes. I eased one finger past her blonde landing strip and felt her velvety cunt stretch around me. She was tighter than I expected. I pumped my hand several times, going deeper with each thrust and then added another finger.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Y - yes," she stammered. When I looked back up to her face, each time she blinked another tear carved a path down her dampened cheeks.

"You don't sound convincing. Tell me you like the way I feel inside you, that you're ready for my cock and not just my fingers." At her silence I punched harder inside her vagina and added a third finger. "Tell me."

"Please."

"Please, what?" I jabbed my fingers faster inside of her tight cunt. I wanted her to know that not obeying would result in her pain.




Into the Woods



"I need you," she said between sobs.

"What do you need?" I wanted her to say it.

"Your cock. I need your cock inside me."

I smiled down at her and eased the pressure of my assault within her. My thrusts gentled and smoothed out into a more leisurely exploration of her depths. She had gotten wet during the abuse of my fingers. I could feel the slipperiness of her juices that had started to flow. I wasn't under the illusion that she wanted me or was enjoying my touch, but she couldn't stop her body's physiological response to the stimulation. The musky scent of her sex filled my nose as I pushed in and out of her honeyed cunt.

"Your wish is my command."

A simple twist and pull with my fists and I ripped her panties off. Kneeling between her gaping thighs I took my straining cock into my hand. I wiped my slick coated fingers around the crown and positioned myself at the wet hollow of her core and plunged inside. I watched as my dick was swallowed by her pussy.

I sank balls deep into her, holding still inside her pussy savoring how I'd stretched her open to conform around my thick cock. Then I began to move. I pulled my hips slowly away before sliding back home. I kept it slow and steady. My eyes drifted closed and my head tipped back as I reveled in her heat engulfing me.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I asked.

I couldn't hear her muffled response, so I tilted my head forward to look down at her. But it was her full breasts swaying with each of my thrusts that caught my attention. I reached out and filled my hands, squeezing and kneading them while my cock continued to piston inside her increasingly wet pussy. I let go long enough to swat her nipples with my fingers. Her pussy convulsed around my cock with each slap as I alternated between groping and slapping.

She was crying in earnest now, but I was too frenzied to care. My breathing was labored and I was grunting each time I punched into her sweet muff. She felt fucking incredible. I could feel the blood pounding in my cock and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"That's it, baby. Take my cock. You know you want it. You're my cock whore, aren't you? Say it." I demanded.

"Yes, I'm your cock wh-whore," she managed to get out between her whimpers and cries.

"You want my cum in you don't you? Tell me."

"Please. Cum inside me."

I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her up to meet the driving force of my cock. My fingers dug into her skin as I kept pounding into her tight cunt. It was only a few more thrusts before my balls tightened and I shouted my release as I emptied my load into her pussy.

I stayed buried inside of her for several minutes. Lanquishing in my conquest. Months of planning had led to this moment and I wanted to savor it. When I did slide out of her I lowered her hips back down to the bed and watched as my cum oozed out of her beautifuly swollen and used cunt. My cunt. I'd never felt more virile and alive.

I wiped my cock off with my briefs and gathered my scattered clothes and stepped out to lock the gate. Before unlocking her wrists I reached back inside the enclosure to stroke her hair. She had exceeded my expectations.

"You were amazing," I whispered. I felt her flinch, but I knew that would ease with time. Soon my touch would be her entire world.

Chapter 5

"Honey, I'm home," I said as I walked around the camouflage at the entrance to the cave.

Red was still huddled under the blanket in the back corner. I wasn't surprised, especially since I hadn't left her any clothes except for the hoodie. I wouldn't reward her with clothing until she'd learned her place. Until then I'd only allow what she'd need to stay warm. I longed for warmer weather so I could take the blanket away, too.

We'd had one of our regular hikers report damage to one of the trails, the one that weaved closest to my place. I'd quickly volunteered to look into it and as it turned out the damage wasn't as extensive as we'd originally thought. I radioed in that I'd be able to handle it on my own, but that it would take me most of the afternoon.

A small rock slide had smashed into a tree and several mid-sized chunks of stone along with the amputated branches blocked the path. I'd exaggerated the damage to my colleagues to squeeze in some time with Red since I was so close. I made quick work of clearing the debris, and headed home for another taste of her.

I'd picked up a small gift that I'd intended to present to her tonight, and now thanks to a little help from Mother Nature I'd be able to give it to her early.

"Is that any way to greet me?" I asked. "When I come in, you will stand to welcome me home."

She stood and dropped the blanket to the floor. The hoodie was zipped up to her chin, and she'd stretched it so that it hung low enough to just drape over her pussy. My cock flared to life seeing her standing there barely covered inside the cage I'd built for her.

I walked up to the bars. "Come here."

She took her time to cross the few steps that would bring her to stand in front of me. I reached through the bars and slowly unzipped her jacket and pushed it off of her shoulders until it dropped to the ground. She stood before me naked and I couldn't resist the urge to touch her. I cupped her breasts and hefted them in my hands, running my thumbs across her nipples. She closed her eyes and shivered.

"Much better," I said. "I've brought you a gift." I reluctantly pulled my hands back through the bars to reach into my pack for the paperback novel I'd picked up for her. "I'm not sure what you'd prefer to read, but I hate to think about you getting bored when I'm not home."

She accepted the book that I held out to her and stood there holding it. I don't think she knew quite what to do. We were still in the getting-to-know-you awkward phase.

"Now you can thank me."

"Thank you," she parroted back at me.

"You're welcome. I was thinking about a more physical demonstration. On your knees."

Her eyes flashed up to mine. Up until now she'd been staring at a point past my shoulder, facing toward me, but not actually looking at me. I had her attention, now.

"You want me to...," she didn't seem to be able to get the words out.

"I want you to thank me properly. Drop down to your knees, and don't forget your performance will drive future gifts."

Her breasts heaved with a long sigh before she sank down onto the floor. I took a moment to take in the view. Her sandy blonde hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, caressing the tops of her breasts. Her flat belly flared into lush hips and her smooth white skin seemed to glow in the dim interior of the cave. The submissive pose was intoxicating.

I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to mid-thigh, just enough to expose my cock and balls. My fist pumped up the length of my semi-erect shaft as I watched her kneeling before me. I considered just jacking off and cumming onto her mountainous tits, but I wanted to feel her mouth convulsing around me as I fired off down her throat.

I reached a hand through the bars, cupping the back of her head and pulled her forward until her lips grazed across the tip of my cock. Once I had her into position, I released my hold on her. I wanted to see what she'd do on her own without me guiding her.

She shook her head and her petal soft lips feathered across my head. I'm not sure if she was trying to arouse or was just still in denial, but the light brushing felt amazing. I could feel my pole expanding to full mast.

One trembling hand wrapped around me. Her hand felt cool against my heated flesh. She held me mid shaft and her thumb rubbed the underside, stroking up and down applying pressure on the down stroke. I let out an encouraging moan at the intimate massage. Her big cat's eyes looked up at me when she heard my vocalization. She was a wet dream come to life kneeling before me with my cock just a whisper away from her lush lips. My fingers twitched with the need to reach in and force her down onto me.

She dropped her eyes back to my cock and her tongue flicked out to trail the vein running up the length of my dick and followed through with a sensuous kiss. It wasn't just a peck of her lips, her mouth opened around me with her bottom lip nestled in the hollow beneath my head and her top lip sucking my skin into her wet mouth. Her tongue continued to tease when her mouth was open.

A bit of pre-cum escaped while she was French kissing my cockhead, and her tongue flicked out and caught the droplet. She made a little purring noise when she tasted me and finally she took me into her hot mouth. She continued to just concentrate on my head. Her tongue was doing magical things while her hand reached down to massage my balls.

After spending several minutes on my knob she began to take more of me in her mouth. I could feel the tugging of my skin as her cheeks worked around my shaft. I could hear her wet sucking sounds as she went to town on my dick. She was really getting into it. When she'd sucked my fingers the night before I'd thought she'd be good, but I had no idea she'd be the best mouth to grace my cock.

She snaked her arms through the bars and around my waist pulling me closer. My hips were pressed tight against the bars as she opened her throat and took all of me down into her throat. She gagged a couple of times before she was able to relax and expand her throat enough to accommodate me easily.

My cock had been steadily weeping pre-cum while she'd bobbed up and down and I knew I was getting close. My hands fisted around the bars, my knuckles going white as I tried to hold back, but her mouth was just too skillful. I felt my cum shoot out in three concussive heavy streams. She didn't stop sucking when I came, and I watched her mouth and throat as they milked my cock to the last drop.

She held me in her talented hot mouth until I was completely spent and only then did she ease back and let my cock fall from her lips. She had blown my mind as well as my cock.

I offered her a hand through the bars to help her stand. Once upright, I pulled her close and kissed her cheek. "I've got to get back to work, but I'll see you tonight. Enjoy your book."

I righted my clothes and hiked back to the Ranger station with a very satisfied grin on my face.

Chapter 6

I had an extra pep in my step on my way home. It was a special day for me and Red, today we'd be celebrating our one month anniversary. We'd established a routine of sorts and she'd come around, or at least resigned herself to her situation. She's always been pliant, but is now enthusiastic. I can even get her to cum more often. It's still not every time because she's so fucking hot I lose myself when I'm inside her, but I try to make sure that she gets off too.

I still keep her inside the cage when I'm asleep and during the day while I'm at work, but I allow her out in the evenings now that's she's proven herself trustworthy. I'd had to Red-proof the place and haul in a locked cabinet for all my weapons and anything I thought she could use as one. It was a small price to pay to have her in my larger bed with a wider frame in which to bind her.

"Honey I'm home." I called out my usual greeting.

When I stepped into the cave she was standing at the gate to her enclosure. She was wearing a sheer red baby doll nightie that barely covered her pussy. It was the first article of clothing I'd gifted her with and I'd asked her to wear it tonight.

"Hi, baby, welcome home." I loved to hear her voice. It was sultry but still held a hint of girlish coquettishness. It wrapped around my cock and made it wake up and take notice.

"I have a special night planned for us. Do you know what today is?" I asked.

She furrowed her brow, but couldn't seem come to up with anything. She shook her head. I prefer she speak when I ask her a question, but today was a day for celebration and I didn't want to wreck the mood.

"It's our one month anniversary and I've brought you a gift," I said. I reached into my pack and pulled out a shoe box and passed it to her through the bars.

She took the package and then looked at the bars. I'm sure she wanted to ask why I hadn't let her out for the night, but tonight I thought should be reminiscent of our first days together. I wanted to fuck her in the cage I had built for her.

She didn't say anything, though. She really was turning out to be as perfect as I'd hoped.

She pulled the red platform stiletto pumps out of the box. They were the first shoes I've given her. I wasn't worried about her escaping in them, but I would need to make sure they were put away after we were done. Those heels could do some serious damage if she had a mind to use them.

After grabbing a few chains and locking up all my daily Ranger equipment, I opened the gate and joined her in the cage. I didn't bother with locking the door or tying her up first. We were beyond that now. She was mine and she knew it.

"I thought we'd celebrate in here. Why don't you put the shoes on and come stand over here." I said. "Oh, and just the shoes, lose the nightie."

She put the shoes onto the cot and lifted one leg, giving me a shot of her pussy and slipped one foot into a pump. She repeated the peep show with the second. Once she was standing up in the mile high heels, she spun around, flaring up the nightie. It was sheer, but not completely see through. I could see hints of what was beneath the gauzy film, but nothing was in clear focus.

She grasped the material from the hem and slowly raised it up revealing her pussy that had already made a brief appearance. We were now keeping her shaved as I prefered. I liked being able to see her smooth petal-soft lips as opened up and swallowed my cock.

Next for my viewing pleasure was the flat plain of her abdomen and then her amazing breasts, their rosey tips already hard and twisted. She tossed the nightie onto the cot and stood before me in her new fuck me pumps, which is what I planned to do.

I was still standing by the open gate and for what I had planned I needed her in the open space between her cot and the door. I crooked a finger and bid her to come to me.

The height she gained with the pumps put her almost eye level with me. I took her by the shoulders and spun her around so that her back and ass were pressed up against me. I took a moment to feast on her neck while my hands groped at her breasts, tugging and twisting her nipples. She moaned and leaned back against me, grinding her ass against my crotch. She was becoming quite the sex kitten.

I nudged her legs open with my boots until her legs were slightly more than shoulder width apart. I dropped my hands to her hips to steady her as I stepped back.

"Stay in that pose," I said.

I dropped to my knee and looped one chain from a bar to her left and one on her right. The two ends I locked into place on the O-rings of each ankle cuff. She was now spread open and wouldn't be able to close her legs.

"Now bend over and give me your wrists." She didn't hesitate, even though I'd never chained her in this position before. I locked her wrists to the ankle cuffs. It was a heady feeling to have this gorgeous woman obeying my every command.

I stood and admired the silhouette she presented. The heels made her legs look a mile long and her calves were flexed because of the forced height difference. She was now chained with her beautifully rounded ass pointing up at me. I could see her open exposed pussy peeking at me from between her thighs.

My hands landed on her ass. I caressed and squeezed the twin globes before sliding my hand under the curve to her exposed pussy. She was wet and ready for me. When my finger entered her she moaned and thrust back with her hips shoving my finger in deeper.

"God, you're such a slut now. Aren't you?" I asked. I added two more fingers; she was wet enough to take it and I pushed in deeper, my fingers curling up to hit her g-spot.

"Yes, I'm your fucking slut. Finger fuck me and make me cum like the whore I am."

"Do you want it harder?"

"Yes, please, yes harder."

I slowed my fingers to a crawl until I stopped moving completely. I was still inside her, but no longer moving. "If you want it harder, you're going to have to do it yourself. Fuck my hand with your cunt."

Her hips began a rolling motion undulating back against my hand. I pushed my fingers as far into her as they would go. Her breathing was getting erratic as she kept up her intoxicating motions, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her pussy engulfing my fingers. She was slamming herself onto me with abandon and her moans and whimpers got louder. She continued to pick up speed going faster and harder with each thrust onto me and my hand was soaked in her juices. She was riding my hand like she'd never get a chance to cum again.

Her pussy was squeezing against my fingers and I added in the last one. My free arm circled her waist and searched out the feverish skin of her mound. Her clit was swollen and pushing out. She came with the first flick of my finger and slammed down hard onto my hand and shuddered her release.

I held onto her until her breathing came back to normal and I slipped my hand out of her drenched cunt. I used my less messy hand to open my pants and pull out my dick. I smeared the slippery mess onto my erection and positioned myself at her gaping hole.

"What the fuck is going on here?" a voice from behind me asked.

I spun around and saw a man standing in the entrance of my cave. He was dressed like he'd been out hunting. But I didn't see a gun on him. I was tucking myself back into my pants and heading toward him when Red started screaming.

"Help! Help me, I've being held prisoner."

"It's ok honey, he's not part of the fantasy. I'll just get rid of him." I tried to diffuse the situation and make it sound like we were just a couple acting out our fantasies. "It's ok man, the wife likes captive / rape scenes. You can head on out. Nothing more to see." I tried to stay in front of Red so he couldn't get a good look at her. I know her description is all around town and I didn't want to give him any ideas.

"No! He's holding me as a sex slave. My name is Casey Miller. Please you have to help me."

The stranger tensed when he heard her name. If he was a local then he was sure to know it. "Ok, sure sure. I'll just head out and leave you two to your privacy."

He backed out around the camouflaged wall.

"Damn it!" I shouted. I headed to my cabinet and cursed my leniency with Red as I fumbled with the locks to get the cabinet open. I grabbed a knife and a pistol and left the door open. Red was still chained and wasn't going anywhere. "When I get back, you will regret that little outburst," I told her.

Chapter 7

I followed him out of the cave and scanned the area for a sign of which direction he had gone. I couldn't let him reach civilization, he'd seen too much.

But he hadn't gotten far. He was crouched down with his back to me trying to get his rifle out of its carry case. He must have dropped his gear to come inside to investigate. He shouldn't have left his weapon if he thought there was trouble. It's always the small mistakes that come back to haunt you.

I pulled back the slide to chamber a round and rotated the safety off. The metallic rasping got his attention and he whipped his head around to stare at me.

"Drop it." I said. When he didn't do it immediately, I followed up with, "Now, motherfucker."

He dropped his hands from the half exposed rifle and started to rise into a standing position. It was a slow ascent until the very end when he whipped around. With the momentum of his spin, he threw a knife. It grazed across my arm before I could get off a clean shot and I fired wide into the trees.

I tried to raise my gun back into stance, but he'd already leapt toward me and tackled me. The guy was fast. I landed hard on my back and he followed through with an upper cut into my jaw. I was seeing stars, but I managed to keep hold of the gun.




Into the Woods



He didn't have a tight hold on me and I rolled away before he could get in another punch. I had him by at least fifty pounds, so if I could get in a hit, I would be able to even up the fight. But at the moment his speed and agility was kicking my ass.

I did my best to ignore the throbbing pain from my arm. I could feel my shirt sticking into the oozing wound. He must have clipped me harder than I'd thought. I still had the use of it, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.

I was getting to my feet, but he'd already leapt to his. From my kneeling position, I attempted to aim my gun at him. His boot made contact with my wrist and the gun skittered into a copse of trees out of reach. He reared back to kick again, this time I caught his foot, twisted and flipped him to the ground.

I made it back up on my feet, pulled my knife and got into fighting stance. I would be ready this time and he wouldn't find me such an easy mark.

He mirrored my stance and we circled each other, sizing one another up, neither of us committing yet to that first attack. He was unarmed and I had a knife, my reach was already longer than his, so I decided to make a move. He'd pissed me off, and I wanted to get in a little pay back.

I struck out with the knife aiming toward his chest. He grabbed my wrist to block and held on. I knew he'd have to concentrate on the knife so I sent my left flying into his jaw. I connected and he stumbled back. It was satisfying to get in a hit and to watch his neck whiplash from my fist. I didn't want to lose the momentum, so I followed him, pressing my advantage.

We exchanged blows, mostly feeling each other out. I'd managed to get in a cut, but it didn't seem to be slowing him down. I was surprised by his endurance. He must have had training in fighting, perhaps military. I kept steadily moving him back and he'd lose open ground soon and would be into the trees.

I amped up my assault. When he was just a few steps away from the uneven ground, I flicked the knife and cut him again. The distance had shrunk between us and I could smell the blood and sweat we were both losing. An uppercut with my left surprised him, and he stumbled back and went down.

I was changing my grip on my knife so I could slam down and bury it into his heart. But, before I could start my descent he'd found my gun, and was pointing it at me. I didn't think, I just charged.

I felt the impact before I heard the rapport. Searing pain shot through me and all I could see was a blinding white light before everything went dark.



Chapter 8

Sean got to his feet. Even though there was no doubt the body on the ground was dead, he still kicked the knife away. He put the gun into his waistband and ran his fingers through his hair. It had been a long time since he'd had to kill another human.

He had heard about the girl, Casey. Everyone around here had, her disappearance had made the news for weeks. But with no new evidence it had lost momentum with the media. It was difficult for him to believe she'd been kept in a cage out here this whole time, and by one of the Park Rangers. He'd recognized the man lying at his feet. Sean had been coming out here long enough that he knew all the Rangers if not by name, at least by sight.

This was going to be a hell of a mess, he thought.

He picked up the knife and headed back toward the cavern. Inside the scene hadn't changed, since the girl was still bound. She'd been watching the entrance from between her legs because of the way she'd been chained it was her only angle. He dropped his gaze when he realized he was staring at her naked body that was bent over and spread open like a buffet waiting to be sampled.

"Is he...?" she asked.

"Yes," Sean answered. "He's dead."

She closed her eyes for a moment, and he thought she was going to cry. She did take a deep breath and he noticed her breasts for the first time. Again he had to look away.

"Ma'am do you know where he kept the keys?" he asked.

"He always kept them on a key ring he carried. They should be in his pocket."

"Ok then," he said. "I'll be right back."

He turned and marched back into the woods to retrieve the keys. The body was still where he'd left it. Something would have to be done soon before the buzzards showed up. He knelt down beside the corpse to check the pockets. The key ring was the only thing he found.

His thoughts drifted back to how long she'd been kept in that cave. How long would she have been held captive here had he not come along? And if there hadn't been sex noises coming from the cave he wasn't sure if he wouldn't have walked right past it.

The gate to the cage was standing open and he walked through. His eyes were drawn to the naked woman adorned with chains and splayed open before him. He took a deep steading breath. It was a mistake. He could smell her now, the scent of her sex still heavy in the air. And yes, her thighs were still wet with her juices.

They weren't looking for her anymore, he thought. It wouldn't take much to get rid of the Ranger's body, not in the deeper sections of the park where the larger predators roamed. She was already in a cage.

He looked back at her lush body and dropped his hands to his belt.



Into the Woods



I'm running, closing in on my prey. The dirt under my feet, cold air rushing in and out. The trees are only a green blur and the scent of it makes my mouth water. It knows I'm coming for it. Around a boulder my feet tearing into the dirt. It's running up onto the bluffs, no where to hide up there. My wolfish grin stretches wider. I see it now. A female elk, large for her sex. She trumpets in fear and I crouch to attack. Pouncing I land on her back taking her down with me. Her hooves kick into my gut and I yelp. I bite into her neck jerking it back and up, the kicking slows then stops. I give another tug to make sure she's gone. 

The meat is so good. Hot and sticky running down my muzzle. I tug back more of the skin to get at the insides. I toss a hunk in the air and catch it mid jump. After a kill I feel such a buzz. I pull out more digging around the coils and loops of intestines to the loin. Even wolves know that's the best part. I'm dragging out my prize when it hits me. I leave the meat steaming on the ground stepping over the elk to smell the air. 

Something assaults me, so strong it makes my hair bristle on end. Something sweet with musk. Better than food, than home, than the smell of the other females in heat. I stand up tall trying to scent it on the wind. This scent; it's pulled down something red over my eyes. At first I think it's rage, the urge to go tearing after it is stronger than I've ever experienced. Every instinct in my body is humming. Follow. I don't know what it is, don't care all I need to do is find the source. The elk is barely started but I leave my kill to the scavengers. Down the bluffs I follow and through copses of trees stopping to sniff the air. Along the river, it's moving along the river. What is this smell? What could it be that smells so powerful? Then it hits me – my mate. This isn't rage, it's lust. It's my mate and she's here. Close. I press my nose close to the ground to breath her in. The ground is covered in pine needles so all I can follow is her scent. 

Voices reach me before they come into sight. The scent of her grows stronger the closer I get. God I need it, I need her. I've waited longer than any of the other pack members. They're following a narrow trail next to the lake. I want to leap up on her from behind tackling her to the ground and take her right here. Roll and wrestle with her until she submits. No, I shouldn't she isn't in her wolf form. I almost bound up surprising them from behind when I put my nose directly on their trail again. 

No, it can't be. I check again to make sure. This isn't, there's got to be a mistake. It's human. Revolted I back up slamming into a tree trunk. The humans start shouting. I know they can't have seen me but they've certainly heard me. I hear them running, probably think I'm a bear. 

Shaking my head to clear it I bound back into the brush to camouflage myself. I duck behind a fallen tree, breathing hard, my heart hammering. And still the smell, a siren song calling me to my death, longing for me to join it. Go, go, go my body is saying. Human. A human mate for a wolf. That's an abomination, the stuff of stories. A human can't have a wolf mate. I must be wrong, but the farther she gets from me the more volatile I feel.

I growl jumping over the log and slinking through the trees alongside the trail until I catch up with them. I can move fairly quietly in the woods but am by no means silent. I set loose a shower of rocks and hear the humans again. I focus trying to listen in on what they're saying. I only catch a word or two before it's carried away. I need to get closer. Dare I move along the trail? Yes, yes I do, my mate is down there. No not my mate. Just one look and then I'll go back. Just to see. God I think pushing my head into a rock willing this desire to go away. 

Climbing further up the hill I drop down around the other side to wait for them. I lay down under the shadow of a fallen tree leaning against a boulder. Shouldn't be able to see me from here. I want her. I want her for my own. I don't even know her, haven't seen her face but I know she's mine. The urge to reveal myself is strong but I'm so hard it hurts. Definitely can't reveal myself with that. I press myself harder into the dirt and bite one of my paws hoping the pain will make it wither. My entire body is pulsing with desire, all the blood rushing south. I look up to see them round the bend and listen to their conversation. 

"Probably a bear or something," one says. A girl's voice. Is it her? How will I tell without getting too close? 

"Bears fucking freak me out, let's get out of here fast," a male voice says. A growl rumbles through my chest. A male with my mate? What if he's her boyfriend? The thought makes me want to charge them and chase him off. She won't want him when she realizes I'm her mate. 

"Oh relax, we're far away from him. Probably back there gorging on berries." My ears prick up and I raise my head to get a better look. I skip over a mousy haired girl and tall guy. It's her. Instantly I know, it's physical. Dark hair falling straight over her shoulders. I want to run my fingers through it in our bed, bury my nose in it. She's small and slight I notice as she picks her way around rocks and roots. Closer and closer she gets. I rise my whole body straining for me to go to her. I slink down the far side of the hill. Follow her home? What if they get in a car? I can't follow them then. I'll have to reveal myself. Scattering them would be easiest then I could pick them off until she's the last. But who should I reveal? The man or the beast? One thing I know: Laws be damned, I'll have her whether they allow me to or not.



Into the Woods



The minute I climbed into the back of his white Econoline, onto the filthy mattress, he told me to get undressed. I was more than a little apprehensive. What if a cop pulled us over? And demanded that he open the back doors. There I'd be lying naked for all the world to see. Or at least the arresting cop. How embarrassing!

On the other hand, the Deanslist ad I'd answered earlier in the day made it clear what our relationship was. He was the Dom, I was the sub. I was in no position, literally or figuratively, to question his authority. Hadn't I just willingly crawled into the back of his windowless van knowing god knows what lay ahead for me?

"I said get naked faggot!" he shouted back at me as he climbed in the cab. As he started the reluctant engine I removed my shoes and socks. Then my shirt. As we exited the Home Depot parking lot—we'd met in the lumber department, per our email agreement—I pulled off my cargo pants. I was wearing, for his benefit, panties and pantyhose. But at the moment this didn't seem to interest him. I removed them too.

We were heading north up a familiar six-lane highway. He looked back.

"That's better, faggot! Look at that skinny little sissy body. Ew-wee! Is that all you got, that little thing? Too bad you ain't got tits."

I looked down at my shrunken little penis, which was in "frightened turtle" mode. It barely registered two inches out of a possible—as when I'd been sitting at my computer earlier, trading explicit emails with this guy and stroking myself—six-point-five. Oh well.

The radio came on. A country station. I cringed. To make matters worse two crude speakers were mounted above the windowless back doors. They blasted music—if you could call it that—down on me.

"Loud enough for you?" he shouted. I hunched my naked shoulders. How soon would we get there? Wherever "there" was? Anything, any type of torture would be better than this."

He made a left-hand turn, major intersection. Then, further down, a right. We were no longer rolling along a smooth highway, I could tell that much. Another series of turns. Now the road turned bumpy. Was it paved? It jolted my spine. Now and then I glanced around out the windshield. I saw overhanging trees. Rocks began to pelt the underside of the van. He let out a cowboy hoot.

"Now we're rockin'!" he shouted.

He made a sudden, sharp left-hand turn that nearly threw me into the van's side. I held of for dear life. We were plunging downhill. The van abruptly stopped, throwing me bare feet-first against the van's rear doors. He set the emergency brake with a screech and jumped out of the cab. We'd arrived. Somewhere. My heart was racing. What now?

My Dom threw the rear doors open. In his left hand he held several lengths of nylon rope; in his right some kind of skinny reed about four feet long. He poked me in the shaved belly with it.

"Get out, sissy-boy."

I obeyed. The rutted weeds we'd just plowed through rose to mid-calf. We were in some kind of field. Alone. Off to my right a dense woods loomed. He poked me with the reed again.

"Move." Another forceful poke, in my left buttock, steered me toward the woods. It was downhill. As I walked, faster and faster, he continued poking me with his magic stick. Then, at the entrance to the trees, where I hesitated, he cracked it firmly against my ass.

"Ow!" I jumped.

"Move it, faggot. I got big plans for you."

At least now the ground was clear, except for fallen leaves. With practically each step forward he either prodded me with the stick or whacked my ass with it. It was painful but not excruciatingly so. In fact, masochist that I am, I was rather enjoying it.

We came to a small clearing. He was standing behind me, the tip of the reed dimpling my left buttock so forcefully I thought, for a moment, it might break the skin. He then pointed with it, over my left shoulder.

"See that tree straight ahead? The smooth one?"

"Yessir."

"Go hug it."

"Go...?"

"Hug it, faggot! Like your favorite faggot boyfriend! Kiss it!"

And with that he delivered a vicious swipe of his stick across my buttocks that propelled me howling forward. I looked back, and down. That surely must've broken skin, and brought blood, I thought. He struck me again, equally hard, as I hesitated in front of tree.

"Hug it, faggot!" he shouted again. And with that I fairly leapt at it, encircling the smooth bark with my arms.

"Move your feet forward," he directed, in softer voice. Then he went around the backside of the tree and, first, tied my wrists off before sinking to his knee and binding my ankles. I was married to the tree now. Fixed. Immobile. My right cheek pressed against the trunk. My fearful little penis squashed against it below.

Now he came around to the front side, with his skinny reed, and lashed out with it. I lost track after the tenth quivering strike or so. This was excruciating. Tears were running down my cheek. I moaned and whimpered with each fresh blow. I didn't cry for mercy but I cried.

"Sissy!" he kept shouting. "Sissy!"

I envisioned long, red, criss-crossing welts rising across my poor pale buttocks, with blood trickling down. I could hear my wife in the morning when she saw me in the shower...

"That's nasty. And what have we been up to this weekend?"

"Nothing."

"Another Deanslist friend of yours?"

"And what about you? And Aaron?"

"At least Aaron and I engage in normal, consensual, heterosexual sex? You know, intercourse? Things like that? You on the other hand..." And with a shake of the pretty head she would exit the bathroom. "You're pathetic..."

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore—my Dom was running out of virgin flesh to whack, and stripe—the thing broke in to.

"Fuck," he said, staring at what was left. Which he tossed aside. "Those are hard to come by."

To the extent that it could, my naked body, bound tightly to the tree, sagged with relief. Phase 2 was far more pleasant. He came up behind me with a cupped hand full of K-Y jelly. Parting my striped and bloody cheeks he worked his fingers inside.

"Damn, you're roomy! You ain't no virgin," he said. "Maybe," his three fingers inching deeper inside me, "I should be fisting you rather'n fucking you, hunh?

"I was with this one faggot once," he continued, hand still inside me. "He liked to be fisted? Shit! I had my whole arm up him nearly, up to the elbow. Then when I pulled out it was like his insides came out with it. They call it...prelapse? Postlapse? Somethin' like that. It was pretty disgusting. On the other hand it was kinda cool. You ever been fisted?"

"No sir," I replied, my eyes still teary.

"Oh well. Maybe next time."

I was heartened. There would be a next time. I felt safe. Relieved. And I'd always fantasized about being fisted...

For the present, however, it was his bare cock that entered me. He did it in one forceful thrust, bugging my eyes out inches from the bark.

"Take that, faggot," he said, through clenched teeth. And I did. This was nothing compared to the caning he'd given me, moments earlier. This was pleasurable. Fulfilling. He was my Dom and I was his sub, pinioned to a tree. This was my role. I was his woman. Fuck me! Shoot it in me!

And he did, quickly, without warning, staggering backwards in the aftermath, and nearly tripping over his own boots.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Faggot! Holy fuck! I should...I should, I swear to god, I should leave you here. To rot. Fuck! You got blood all over me! Look at this!"

I couldn't. My face was pinned to a tree. He must've pulled something out of the ground, or grabbed a dead branch, because he came back over and began whipping my ass and back with it. It lacked the springy tension of the reed however, and landed relatively innocuously, though it left muddy marks.

"Fuck you," he concluded, out of breath, before coming around and untying the ropes. "And don't get blood on my mattress," he advised, moments later, welcoming me once again into the rear of his van. "Or cum."

But his load of semen was tight inside me. Till morning at least.

Later that night, sitting at the computer on my sore bottom, my wife still out with her "friend" Aaron, I sent him an email: "Sir: Thanks for the ride," I wrote.

His reply: "Get ready, faggot. Next time I shove my entire fist up you!"

I couldn't wait.



Into The Woods



It's all my fault. No matter how much I blame the GPS it was still my mistake. Trusting technology over common sense got us into this situation. Damn! I can call it a situation, but it's more serious than that would ever convey. We're lost. Stranded and freezing. We could soon die, if we don't do something. If I don't do something. It's all my fault.

***

The sandy surface of the California shore was burning our bare feet as we crossed down closer to the tide line. Daphne was kicking the sand up with her wriggling toes, as she giggled and tickled my palm with her long, delicate fingers. Then she spread out our large beach towels, and I placed the picnic basket where we could reach it. I gazed out at the waves rolling in, and felt the sun in my eyes, and on my brow.

A trickle of perspiration dripped down my temple. After wiping it away I put an arm around Daphne hugging her close. Her soft skin was damp with moisture. I bent to taste her kiss, and the salty droplets on her moist lips. It was good to be with the one I loved most in the world. We had driven here in my Range Rover wearing our bathing suits. Now I put up a beach umbrella to give us some shade from the shimmering sunlight.

Daphne was wearing a new bikini, purchased just for this trip to Carmel-by-the-Sea. At just over five feet tall, she was like a pixie, with a dancer's legs. They were taut and firm, from the work she did at the barre. Her breasts were small, but upright, and they were now sweating through her bikini top. Whenever I touched her she became aroused. It was adorable the way her nipples would project out, sometimes causing her to blush, adding to her charm. She had allowed me into her life.

It was an unseasonably balmy fall here on the coast. October usually cooled off the air north of Los Angeles along the shore, and in the coastal mountains west of the Central Valley. But this year we were feeling the effects of odd weather patterns. The state was suffering drought. The skies displayed few clouds and little rain. We were glad to be on the beach enjoying swimming in the still cool waters, as we delighted in our honeymoon holiday.

The shore was completely empty of vacationers, or beachcombers. There had been no storms for weeks, so few were gathering the sea shells tossed up by inclement weather. Besides, it was Friday, and kids were in school. Parents were back at work. We had the beach to ourselves. We could have walked from L'Auberge Carmel, but Daphne's feet were tender.

We sat and cuddled, mixing the perspiration on our damp flesh. Her chin lifted as she sought my mouth, and she ran her fingers through my hair. Daphne's tongue softly and hesitantly sought mine, then they met, fervently.

Daphne keeps falling asleep, and I awaken her, as gently as I can, but forcefully. She mustn't lose consciousness. Neither of us may. That would end in our taking the long sleep. The descent into darkness, and the abyss. Our shivering bodies cling to each other, and we whisper soft words of love and regret. She doesn't blame me. No, she tries to blame herself, but that will not do. The burden is mine. 

I looked up and glanced both directions along the beachfront. No one in sight. I smiled and quickly pulled the slipknot at the back of Daphne's bikini top. I pulled it off as she giggled. Then she took the initiative and reached into my trunks, finding a hardness to stroke. I moaned with gratitude. I returned the favor, swiftly and precisely pressing my calloused fingers into her bare, swollen mound. My little ballerina was always eager to feel my sculptor's hands on her treasure. 

I rose up and hunched out of my trunks. My manhood sprang free. Daphne discarded her bottoms too. I lay back again, allowing her to take the position she loved. She straddled me, facing out to sea, and I held her waist as she guided my girth into her slit with her small hands. I chuckled as I saw the dimples above her rounded derriere. Then she settled down, slipping my stiff member deeper into her tight pussy. She called out, louder than the quarreling gulls, "Julian, my love."

Her strong legs controlled her rise and fall. I fondled her poor feet, heartbreakingly damaged from her discipline, and caressed her long red hair. It was frizzy in the sea air, even if there was little moisture in the atmosphere. I pulled it as I humped up to thrust into her honeyed chamber. She cried with ecstatic passion as she took me faster, delighting my senses. I could hear her bell like voice, and felt her fluids flowing down my shaft. Her body made love to mine, and we were close. It was always good to share orgasmic rhythms.

We did feel it together. My seed burst forth, jetting into her, and her spasms gripped my shaft, as she felt her own sweet joy. It caused her body to tremble, and she continued rising and falling, with a suctioning motion, feeling me filling her. Her artistic fingers were gripping my thighs, leaving tingling impressions of her fervor. We came.

*** 

I start the engine of the Range Rover one more time. The fuel gauge still registers empty. I let it run until it abruptly chokes and dies. We didn't really get any heat from the effort. We certainly didn't feel it in our deep core. And now the gas was gone. No more heat, and the drifting snow keeps covering the vehicle. I can see little out the rear window, other than large flakes, covering the trunk and glass. Our hands and feet are so cold. So dreadfully cold. 

We gathered our gear, walking back up a trail to the parking area. It was hot, even as the sun sank lower. The afternoon was nearing an end. Our lovemaking had been as fulfilling as always. Having the wine and cheese afterwards had been a tasty way to put a topping on our day's adventure.

***

The ocean had cooled us down as we swam offshore, but the sweat was breaking out again. We put our towels on the seats to keep them from getting wet. Our inn was close, in Carmel. It was a treat for both of us. I was a "starving" artist, and she was a dancing instructor. But she deserved it, for being the light in my darkness.

She had been in some local dance troops in Southern California, but had never been fortunate enough to be a star. Dancing was her life, though. Until I found her. Now she told me I was her life. The same was true for me.

I was working on a sculpture of her en pointe. I didn't usually work in a realistic format, and an abstract piece might actually capture her essence. But for my first love gift I wanted to display her as she first appeared that day in the studio. Back arched, arm curved above her head, and both feet raising her up to glory. Her strength and red hair, in it's little bun, would work well in bronze.

That evening we dined at the Dametra Cafe. We both loved Mediterranean food. If we had been a little richer we might have sailed away to Greece for our honeymoon. But this was perfect, anyway. We got back to the inn before midnight, with plenty of time to play. Daphne was holding my hand, caressing the rough skin. That came from working with metal and stone. They were hard, but could be gentle to those I adored.

We had both worked up a sweat again, as we walked back to the inn. The weather was maintaining it's unusual heat. As I waited for Daphne to come out of the bathroom I idly srtoked my prick. I saw her in my mind's eye, with her conical breasts, and the pink nipples jutting out. I drifted, gratefully thanking the gods for my good fortune. She came out smiling at me.

"Julian, please let me do that. My hands are small, but if I use both I can handle you, sir."

She hopped on the bed, gleefully grabbing my hardness, and then squeezing my jewels, gently. I became more rigid, and reached out to pull her close. I could handle her like a toy, she was so tiny. As she giggled, I rested her upon the bed, on her hands and knees, and leaned down to taste her nectar.

"Ah, Julian. You know how I love that. Please, baby. Do that. Make me come for you baby."

I was busy for many minutes. Making my soul mate happy. She trembled through several small orgasms, and finally a long and shuddering come that made me want to really delight her with some deep fucking. That would come next. She knew that as she moaned into the bedsheets, begging for my fervid love making.

***

"Julian, may I ask something, baby? Would we be warmer if our bodies could touch? Would that help us? I'm so cold dear. So cold. May we try that Julian?"

We do that. Our teeth are chattering as we slip out of our layers of clothes, then wrap them about us once more. Our bodies do feel a little warmer. It's a good way to go. Close and loving. Feeling the warmth of your lover as you accept the end. The end of a love story.

*** 

Just a few smacks of my hand on her round, taut butt. That's what she enjoyed, as I pressed my hard cock deeper into her wetness. She giggled, and then whimpered, but I was giving her the lustful and passionate love making she wanted. Thrusting my rod into her, just a little rough, just a little, and feeling her pussy gripping my prick. Such a tight little cunny. Mine now, to give her pleasure. To please her as I pleased myself. I came as she was biting the bedsheets, feeling my fucking, my power. So good. So good.

As we relaxed later, I was holding her with a freckled cheek on my shoulder. We were contented, and then I told her my little surprise.

"It's so hot here, Daphne. We've enjoyed it, but I think we could use a little change. Shall we get up into the mountains, away from this heat? Actually, while you were exercising this afternoon I made some calls. I got us a room reserved for tomorrow. It's up in the Sierra Nevadas. Black Bear Inn. It isn't really snowing yet, but it should be cooler. What do you think? We can play up there in the mountain air."

"Julian...I thought we were going home this weekend. Can we really afford it? I mean, it'll be on Saturday and Sunday nights. Right? Is it expensive?"

"Sweetheart, this is the only honeymoon we'll ever have. I want us to make some memories. We can walk among the Sequoias, and maybe see a theater group. They have lots of things to do. And we have things to do too, even in our room, alone. True, babe?"

"You're naughty, my big artist. You're an artist in more ways than one." She giggled and grabbed my semi-soft manhood.

***

Daphne is touching me. I am getting a little hard. I don't really control it. She has that affect on me, even now. Even when we are lost and slowly succumbing to the depths of the frigid weather. I draw her closer, as she huddles down into the clothes and single blanket we have to cover ourselves. Her shivering lips are now touching me, and I respond.

***

We arrived Saturday afternoon, following a drive of several hours. We drove from the west coast over to the eastern side of the state, ending up in the Sierra Nevada range, and the town of Arnold. The staff at the inn were able to make us reservations for a play the next afternoon. And we would spend two nights, leaving on Monday morning. There was no snow on the ground. It was too early in the season.

It was not too late, so we drove over to the nearest grove of Sequoias, at Calaveras Big Trees State Park. Living in this state you would think we would both have seen them, but not true. Quite often we get caught up in daily stuff and don't visit the sites that people come to see from all over the world. So we walked, hand in hand, through the big trees. Until I swept her up, and behind one of them. No one could see us. No one was around, anyway.

"What's your plan, big man? You always have a plan, don't you baby?"

I was grinning down at her. I knelt down, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties down. Her little pussy was wet already. Then I rose and let her know what my plan was. I opened my belt buckle, unzipped, and pulled my prick out, before it had become too large. But it was growing.

Her ass cheeks were in my hands, and I lifted her up, pressing her against the reddish bark. Her small hand reached down to guide me into her tight slit. I slowly offered her my erection, slipping into shaved pussy. Then her mouth began sucking on my tongue, as I fucked her, jerking her like a little doll. I could have snapped her in half, but I loved her so much. I gave her what she could take, no more.

And we came together again. Once more.

***

I grow larger within her mouth, and she grips it tighter, as I fuck her, loving her, the way she makes love to me. This is love. We are ending and she is loving me. I spread my large thighs slightly and begin giving her more of my cock. Her mouth is dry, but it is sweet, and I fuck it. It doesn't take long. She has tickled me with her fingers, jacking me as she bobs her head, and I groan and come. I think she may have too. She does that.

*** 

We spent that Saturday evening dining at the inn, and then going to bed early. We had made love so often that we decided to take a break. We didn't talk about it. We just went to bed and drifted off, holding each other.

The next day we got up late, had a brunch in our room, and went out to a matinee. We drove around afterwards, doing some sightseeing, and stopped for some fast food. It was still early, so I pointed the Range Rover up one of the gravel roads heading into the Stanislaus National Forest. I put on the GPS, with the inn as our destination. I was assuming it would continually update, and lead us back later. Daphne was having fun.

We drove carefully, watching the landscape around us, and talking about our future together. As we drove the GPS was softly telling me that it was recalculating. I had the volume low, so it would not disturb us, and we continued up and down the valleys of the forest. It was getting darker so I started following the instructions of the navigation system. I believed it would get us back to the inn. It shouldn't take more than an hour I told Daphne.

It was too late when I realized that the system was taking me down a road that was almost completely washed out. Daphne cried out, pointing to a group of deer on a hill to the right of us. I looked, taking my eyes off the track momentarily. My front axle became stuck on a ridge in the trail. As I tried to back up I knew that I was stuck. Getting out I told Daphne it would be fine. I wasn't sure. My first reaction was to call for help. But our cellphones both had no bars at all.

Several hours later, when it was completely dark out, I concluded that I was not going to be able to dig us out. I lacked the proper tools, could barely see anything, and it was getting rather cold. I decided that spending the night in the Range Rover was our only option right now. I had no idea how far away the nearest highway, or cabin, would be. We had eaten late, so we weren't overly hungry. And I always had water in the vehicle.

***

Daphne is crying. I try to soothe her, but I'm not too effective. I feel the emotions myself. I know it won't be long. I'm finding it harder to stay awake. I take my first and only soul mate into my arms, tighter, and we both begin breathing slower and deeper as our bodies relax. We're losing consciousness. We're out.

***

The morning sun shone into the vehicle from the east. Luckily we were not too far down a valley, so the sun woke us fairly early. My phone said it was 9:30 in the morning of the 29th of September, 2014. It still had no bars at all.

As we stretched and rubbed our eyes we both noticed the white flakes falling from the sky. Working frantically with my hands and a tire iron I tried to dig us out, but the snow continued to fall, and it got colder and colder. It was now use. I was unable to free us, and tried to stay warm in the Range Rover, while the weather just got worse as the day and night passed.

***

I feel nothing. The coldness has seeped into my bones. I don't know what has awakened me, but I want to sleep. I don't want to wake up. I try to grasp my soul mate. I try but there is no feeling in my fingers to hold Daphne closer.

***

My first thought was to wonder where Daphne was. I came wide awake, shouting out her name. A nurse came rushing into the room. At first my brain thought all the whiteness was snow. I slowly became aware that I was in a hospital. It was not freezing. It was cool, but we were not lost in a snowstorm. Wait, where is Daphne? That was all I cared about.

"Mister Cramer, please, it's alright. Your wife's in another room. It's fine. You have to relax. Doctor will be in to talk to you in just a few minutes. Let me call him. Alright, Mister Cramer?"

"Yes, but I have to know, how she is. Tell me she's alright." I reached out, pleadingly, and noticed both hands were completely covered with white bandages. "Wait, what's wrong with my hands? What happened? Please tell what's happening."

"Doctor has to talk to you. You'll be okay, and so will your wife. You both'll be fine. Please, let Doctor tell you everything."

It was more than a few minutes, but the doctor finally arrived. Pain relievers had helped to calm me, but I needed to know so many things.

"So, Julian, the forest service found you after a long hunt. You'd been reported missing on Monday morning by the inn you were supposed to be staying at. But what with the freak storm we had this early in the year, it was the next day before a plane actually spotted your car out on the timber road. When they found you and got you in to the hospital here there were complications. You and Daphne were alive, but we had to do some repair work."

"Doctor, I have to know, how did Daphne do? What's wrong with her?'

"She lost some toes. I know, I know, that's horrible. But she's alive. She'll be fine."

"She's a dancer. She dances ballet. Are you saying that's over? She's lost that?"

"There is no way to really tell. A lot depends upon her strength, both physical and mental. The same holds for you, sir. You haven't asked me, but you have also lost some extremities. You lost some phalanges. Sorry, some of your finger joints. The same prognosis holds true for you. It depends upon you."

"I'm a sculptor. I work with my hands. But I'll be okay. I'll figure it out. It's Daphne I worry about."

"Okay, Julian, I'll have an orderly take you down to your wife in a wheelchair. I'll call for someone. When you get there I'll be talking to Daphne myself."

It didn't matter. I should never have doubted her. She wanted me. She didn't blame me. She continues to teach. She still takes classes, as all dancers do. And I still sculpt. Her statue, my bronze, won an award. She rewarded me for my win in the best of ways. Making love as soul mates. Life would always be good.