0 comments/ 34410 views/ 1 favorites New Heights By: Darrin And Beth It was very late that evening, or should we say very early in the morning, when the Master was ready for bed. He had spent the hours exploring His new game.... "Surely they would just snuggle up and go right to sleep, after all He must be terribly tired," she thought, just a little disappointed, but happy that He had seemed to enjoy Himself. His pleasure made her most happy. Quietly, though she knew the answer, she asked, "did You enjoy Your new game, Sir?" His arms tightened possessively around her, one hand cupping the right breast firmly. He growled into her ear, "yes, ladybug, I did!" She yawned softly while squirming ever closer to Him. Being so close always stirred the embers smoldering endlessly within her. Slowly she drew in her breath as His fingers played so lightly down her side, across her buttocks and thighs. Knowing He was so tired, she tried carefully not to let her burning need show. Needing to feel her own pleasure, but needing even more for Him to be cared for first. She thought to lighten the mood and slowly slid her hand along His arm caressing tenderly but aiming for something else. As she reached His ass, *Pinch*, she rolled away giggling. Burying her head into the pillow and giggling she was unprepared.. *SMACK! * His hand came firmly down on her ass. *SMACK, SMACK, SMACK* hard and swift, the sting bringing tears to her eyes. Moving in closer to her, He rumbled, "so you want to play little one, then remember this one is just for fun, you are not being punished." He continued to spank her, faster and harder than ever before. She trembled, trying desperately not to disappoint Him by flinching away. With her face deep in the pillow to muffle her cries, she waited breathlessly for the next one. *CRACK* over and over. The juices already flowing so hotly, the day had been filled with impatient, interminable waiting. With every touch, each gentle caress by Him, the need had grown. His promise of a night's pleasure all for her ever close in her mind, she had struggled to get through the day. The only break coming when she was allowed to go grocery shopping alone. Even then, though, all she wanted was to be back within His reach. With each stroke of His hand bringing her ever near the final explosion of pure pleasure, she moaned, grinding her hips into the bed. She barely heard the soft concern, "too much for you little one?" Was it too much? Her ass burned hotly, the stinging blows brought tears to her eyes, but WAS it too much? The pleasure, the fire coursing through ever fiber of her being? Hardly perceptible, she shook her head, "no; it was not too much, not yet" Even though the spanking was harsher than ever before, harder and longer, the pleasure was also doubly intense. Another limit crossed. She still could only bury her face and moan with each successive crack of His hand. "Get your ass up in the air!" He startled her with the sudden demand. She hesitated briefly, trying to focus for a few unsteady seconds. The stinging crack moved her to comply quickly. Already He was on His knees behind her, spreading her legs roughly, chuckling with satisfaction as He felt the great wetness between her legs. Waiting no longer, He thrust harshly into her pussy. His pussy, she was His pet. Taking His pleasure roughly for a few minutes then ordering her "stay there, don't move." "How could she move? She could barely tremble," she thought silently. The great pressure of His hot pleasure had her so ready to explode, but He hadn't given her permission to come yet. No, she didn't dare try to move. After an eternity of a few seconds the whirring sound of His favorite toy penetrated the fog of pleasure she drifted in. She had barely registered the sound when she felt the vibe thrust deeply into her. Grabbing a mouthful of pillow to stifle the scream of pleasure and fighting to hold back her orgasm she felt Him pound her with the toy. He must let her come, how could He expect her not to with this? The tiny sound of a snap told her before she felt the cooling spearmint lotion stroked on her ass, what He had in mind. With a tortuous gentleness He eased His throbbing cock into her ass so slowwwwwwwwwwly. She groaned, if He hadn't had a firm grasp on her hips she would have collapsed. Trembling violently and moaning into the pillow as He held her hips and thrust deeply over and over, she held her orgasm in check. His pleasure must come first. Pounding hotly, in and out, swift and deep, in moments the hot come had Him tensed up exploding deep within her. Now it had to be her turn. But no, He was getting up, turning off the toy and laying it aside He left the bed. She could only whimper in agony, still not allowed her orgasm of pleasure. Chuckling at the slight sound He turned back looking smug and satisfied, "did you want something, my pet?" He grinned with evil delight. Nodding ever so slightly, she was still unable to speak. "Then pick up the toy and amuse yourself until I return" He lit a smoke and headed into the bathroom, leaving her to comply with His request. "Please," she whimpered as He returned holding a towel. "Please let me come, please help me Master." The grin spread over His face as He eased the towel under her. Waiting only while she carried out the next instruction, getting the egg and holding it firmly to her clit, He thrust fast and hard with the vibe, deep into her pussy. Laughing as the scream almost escaped her. Watching her bite her lip and quiver violently. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH, " she squealed, "I NEED to come!" He thundered quickly, "WHO is in charge here little one?" "You are, Sir," she almost sobbed. She knew what that slip would cost. More unbearably delicious torture. What she didn't know was if she could handle anymore. "O.K. then you will come when I say you need it, understand little one?" He demanded. All she could do was nod as she rode wave after wave of awesome pleasure. Both vibrators were connecting with all the right spots drover her into insane ecstasy. "NOW," one simple word and He yanked out the vibe and held the towel in place swiftly. He knew her so well. Knowing the violent rush that would follow when He teased her to the edge of tears. She moaned as spasm after spasm tore through her body. Fast losing count of the number of orgasms and after shocks rack her so violently yet so wonderfully. The greatest heights He had ever taken her to before were far surpassed this night. Ever so grateful that He had gently cleaned her up, she struggled to just crawl up into His waiting arms. Waiting until the pounding in her head eased enough to allow her to speak, "Thank You Milord," she gasped. Pulling her tightly against him, holder her firmly, He knew the sound of his heart would soothe the last of the pounding and bring her gently down again as He stroked her hair. Drifting off to sleep, safe, content, so fulfilled and knowing she had so pleased Him, the One she most wanted to please, the soft words had touched her soul. "You were wonderful little one, I am proud of you, my little ladybug" He filled her soul with His praise. New Heights So I had no friends when I first went to college. Big deal. So I was somewhat – no, frighteningly asocial. Crucify me. I didn't really mind. I had books and records. I had been a lonely kid growing up. I suppose that's what happens when you're a nerd. Moving into the dorms was somewhat intimidating for me, but I had paid extra to have my own room, so I wasn't that concerned. I wanted to my privacy, and I certainly wasn't comfortable letting a complete stranger invade my territory. I was unpacking and organizing that first night, listening to records while I worked. Wasn't there a Disney song about that? I don't know. Regardless, at around 8:30 or so, there was a knock at my door. Visitors? Why would anyone want to visit me? I wasn't really that cute, well, except in a nerdy way. Dark hair, glasses, tall, a little extra weight. I wore black a lot. I hear it hides the pounds. I answered the door to find a hot guy standing in the hallway. It's not everyday that this happens. Sure, you could encounter various hot guys in the hallway, but how often were they knocking at your door? Maybe "hot" wasn't the right word. He was "cute". A little shorter than I, brown hair, well-defined features. I love a nice jawline. I can't help it. "Hi," he said cheerfully, sticking out his hand. "I'm Neil." I took his hand and shook it. I really wasn't sure how to react. I'm just not that social. "Hi Neil," I replied. "I'm Steven." I tried to smile, but I wasn't sure exactly how it turned out. "I know this is kind of weird," he said, "but I heard music and it seems we're the first people to move in, other than the resident assistant, so I thought I would come introduce myself." He looked kind of nervous. "No, wait," he continued. "That's not exactly it. It's more than I don't want to be all alone in my room. Could I come in?" Oh boy. A cute boy wanting to visit me in my room. This is too much for one evening. What did I have to lose, though? I could be nice for a change. "Sure," I answered, turning around and sitting down in the chair in front of my desk. He followed me and opted to have a seat on my bed. He looked over at my record player, perhaps with interest, perhaps with confusion as to why someone would even bother with such antiques as vinyl records. "That's nice music," he said. "Who is it?" "That's Kate Bush," I told him, thinking that he actually might be interested. "Well, I've certainly never heard anything like it. It's wonderful." He fidgeted nervously. There was an awkward silence, so I decided to take the initiative to change it. "I'm sorry if I seem weird. It's just that I'm not really used to people. I'm trying, though." "No, it's okay. I'm kind of the same way." He seemed relieved. And that started it. We talked for several hours about music, movies, life, anything we could think of. He was so friendly and nice and interesting and, well, everything I wanted – but part of me doubted that he was a homo. I decided to be daring though, so I went and sat next to him on my bed. I figured it was an innocent enough gesture. However, I was fiending for a cigarette. "Do you smoke?" I asked him. "Oh, no. I don't – but I'll come with you if you like." Naturally, we weren't permitted to smoke indoors, but there was a quaint courtyard just outside the dormitory doors, complete with picnic tables and all. I took a seat and lit up, and he sat next to me. It was a nice night, and we were out here alone. We sat in silence for a while when Neil suddenly asked, "Can I have a drag?" I was surprised. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I've never smoked, and I guess tonight is a good night to try something new. I mean, I won't die from one puff." I smiled and passed him the cigarette. He inhaled deeply and let out the smoke without coughing. Quite a feat. I laughed. "You're a natural." "I'm not sure if that's a good thing," he snickered, placing his hand on my thigh. What the fuck? I looked over at him and directly into his eyes. He immediately took back his hand. "Christ on a bike. I'm so sorry." He looked so disturbed that it kind of hurt me. I didn't mean to offend him, but did I seem gay? I didn't know that he was. Not that I minded – but I'm not used to guys randomly groping me. I liked it, but part of me was in chock. "No, Neil, don't apologize. You've done nothing wrong. I... I... I... I liked it. You can put it back if you want." It took a lot of courage for me to say that, and I almost regretted it. "Are you sure?" He was nervous again. I didn't feel I needed to say anything, so I took his hand and placed it back on my leg. I lit another cigarette as I wasn't sure when I could come down again. I offered the pack to him, and he took one and lit it. I think at that moment he had just secured himself the title of "Man of My Dreams." As we smoked, he moved his arm from my thigh and put it around my shoulders. "Are you...?" he asked, his voice trailing off. "Am I what?" "Are you...?" "Am I...? Am I queer? Is that what you want to know?" "Um, yeah. I guess so." "Well, I figured by now it was obvious. Are you?" "Yeah. At least I think so. All I know is that I really like you right now, and I want you near me." "Come on," I said, standing up and putting out my cigarette. "Let's go upstairs." Back in my room, I lay back on my bed and I invited him to lay next to me. We lay like that for a long while before he finally turned to me and put his lips on mine. They were so warm and inviting that I wanted to melt. I pressed against him, wrapping him in my arms, and our tongues met eagerly. I pulled him on top of me and we kissed furiously. My hands were all over him and his all over me, exploring, touching, feeling. It was bliss at its finest. I started to pull up his shirt. "We don't have to if you don't want to," I told him, pausing for a moment. He grinned. "Oh, but I do want to. I want that very much, Steven. I want you very much." I pulled off his shirt and admired his chest. Light patches of brown hair lay in between his erect nipples, which I began to tease with my tongue. "Steven," he moaned, breathing and pressing his face into my hair. "My dear sweet Steven." Pulling back from me, he reached down, and very soon was I shirtless as well. We kissed again, but while we were doing so, I moved to sit up so I could remove my shoes, as did he. "Stand up," I told him, and he did so. I pushed him against the wall by the bed, covering him in kisses. His hands were on my back and he pulled me as close as was possible. My lips on his neck, I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs. Unintentionally, my hand moved across his underwear, catching a feel of his package. He was hard and throbbing and it made me fucking hot. He undid my jeans, and I took him back to the bed, where he got on top of me. We made out clad in only our underwear. He in nicely fitting red briefs, and I in grey boxer-briefs. Tongue-in-mouth he slid his hand past the elastic of my underwear and rested in my pubic hair. He let his hand stay there before moving down and grabbing my cock. I wasn't big by any means, but I was enough to fill his hand and a little more. He began to move his fist back and forth, my foreskin sliding over the head of my cock, which was starting to drip. Meanwhile, my hands explored his wonderful ass, feeling him up through his underwear. I wanted at his cock, but at the moment, I couldn't get there – but I decided to be bold. I removed his hand from mine and slid into his briefs. I could tell he was a little bigger than I, but it really made no difference. I ran my fingers through his hair and played with his firm cut cock, rubbing along his shaft. "Steven," he moaned again. "Let's get naked." And so we did. His cock was beautiful. Straight and veiny, with a nice set of balls below. I wanted it, but he made a move first. Pushing me back down, he took hold of my cock and slid it between his lips. It felt so nice having his warm mouth envelop me. Sliding up and down, he played with my balls, adding to my pleasure. He could take me all the way in, and I loved it. I gently caressed his head as he bobbed up and down in my crotch. I could feel my impending orgasm approaching, so I brought him up from my cock and pressed my lips against his. As I did so, I reversed our positions so that I could explore him. I started by licking his balls and then making a trail up the underside of his dick with my tongue. When I reached the head, I dived down on it as far as I could go. I'd never done this before, but I'd seen enough porn to know what to do, somewhat. He moaned, though, so I figured I was doing alright. I sucked his cock, my hand at the base. I loved this so much – the feeling of his member inside my mouth, the taste of his fluids. "Steven, stop. I'm going to come." I wasn't going to though. I worked at him harder, moving faster, exciting him further. My tongue lapped long strokes on his cock while I slid up and down the length of him. "Steven, I'm going to come soon. I'm... I'm... going... to...." Suddenly I felt warm spurts shooting down my throat, and I was immediately assaulted with the taste of him. I took his cock as far in as I could go and swallowed hard. His cock twitched, and soon it started to soften, still in my mouth. I moved up and lay back in his arms. "Oh, Steven. That was amazing. That was truly fucking amazing." I kissed him and rubbed his chest. "As much as I'd like to stay like this, there's something I need to attend to," he said, breaking our silence, and then my cock once again was united with his mouth. It didn't take long before he had me moaning. He was working some kind of magic with those lips of his. I'd never felt anything like it before, and it was wonderful, so much better than all the times I'd spent jerking it alone. My orgasm was nigh, and in the heat of the moment, I grabbed his head and pushed it down into me, shooting my load into him. I noticed then that he was moaning with me. Even after I let go, he stayed down there, caressing my balls as I went limp. Shortly thereafter, we fell asleep in my bed, cuddling each other. He was so warm and inviting, and I think, for the first time, that was when I felt this emotion we call "love". To my surprise, he was still there the next morning. New Heights? *This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. * Family vacation places suck. They suck balls. Especially if you're a single guy with no family. But, if you know where to look, they can be fun. A couple of months ago, I had to go to one of these vacation places, alone. The place was in North India, a little lake near Nainital, with a big resort to stay. Of course, I was supposed to be going with my family. Unfortunately, my father passed away suddenly, so my family wasn't in the mood for vacation, but my doctor forced me to go on one, before I died of a heart attack or something. I didn't want to go alone, but my friends were busy, and well, no one gives a shit about going to the fucking mountains. Either way, I eventually got there after a 2 hour long flight from Delhi, a 7 hour wait for the train, an overnight journey with a hippie raving on about how beautiful the light in the train was,, and finally a 3 hour long drive. As I settled in, I realized that the resort was occupied by basically two types of people: People on honeymoon who were busy fucking, or people on family vacations who wished they, or their parents, hadn't fucked. Either way, the place was an island, 1 km from the nearest village, eight from the nearest town, and 20 km from the closest big tourist attraction. The first day I was there, I slept like a log. In the evening, I went out for a bit, checking out the town. When I returned, I saw four chicks go into a room. This was odd. An anomaly. Unless there was someone here who had four daughters and brought them on vacation, I was not the only single person in the resort. The next day was a bit more eventful. In the morning, I set out with a small backpack for the 8km trek to the nearest town and enjoyed the scenery. There, someone told me about another interesting trek I could take. When I returned to the resort, I saw the four chicks clicking pictures in the lawn. I smelled of sweat and had muck on my clothes. I decided not to go talk to them just yet. The receptionist gave me my keys and told me that I was 'welcome to come for the hotel's complimentary evening entertainment'. The complimentary evening entertainment actually resembled some sort of medieval torture. Families stood together, unsure of what to do, with hotel staff trying to make them take part in games. The 'ice-breakers' created more ice than they broke. The housie made people want to kill the hotel staff for their pronunciations. Finally, they decided to chill and put up a Karaoke machine. To the Japanese, the people who invented Karoke, it is a delightful pastime. To other people, it can come across as the Japanese revenge for Hiroshima. A bald dad crooned into the microphone, pointing at the machine - which clearly did not know music from torture - while mom cheered him on with the pre-teen daughter and the uncomfortable acne-ridden son. I stood quietly in the corner, thinking of ways to leave, while checking out the room. The four chicks I had seen earlier were there too. Three of them wore obvious signs of discomfort and pain, while the last one was intent in texting. I checked out the last one. She was sitting, but I had seen her before, and was about 5'2 or 5'3, with black hair and an interesting face. Around my age (early twenties) her body was a bit on the heavier side of fit, but I didn't really mind, because she was bent forward in her chair, and I could see the most marvellous cleavage I had seen in months. I turned my attention to the crowd again, before she realized that I had been checking her out. Now the father was coaxing the uncomfortable teenage son to sing while zooming in on his son with the camcorder. If singing in a breaking voice wasn't bad enough, a lifelong memory of acne in 8x zoom is. "Are you really enjoying this?" asked a voice behind me. I turned around to see who it was. Pleasantly, it was the cute chick I had been checking out earlier. "No, I am trying to decide whether to use the mic to club the father to death or shove it up his ass and videotape it." "Ah. I'm Sarah." We shook hands. I gave her my name. She told me she was from Delhi and had been conned into going for this vacation by her friend, something I hadn't managed to do with my friends. Her friends were bored too, but had decided to stick to their room and have some sort of extended sleepover while watching TV. It was odd. "What about you? You doing anything apart from hiking?" "I actually go hiking." "Where?" "In the mountains that surround us." "I got that, but where to?" We got talking, and then we began to flirt. Eventually her friends called her and she left for her room, and I crashed in mine. The next morning, while I was reading news about places I didn't know existed while eating breakfast, Sarah inturrupted me. "Please tell me you are doing something today." "How are you concerned?" "I need to do something. Anything." "You could cab it to Nainital and go shopping." "We did the day we got here. It's not that great." "Ok." "What are you doing? I need some company?" "Today? I'm thinking of staying in, actually." "Damn." "I am going for a night trek. Not your thing, don't worry." "What? Tell me!" "Well, there is this lake up in the hills from here. You have to walk there. It's a three hour long trek." "But why night?" "Well, it's uninhabited at night. And supposed to be haunted." "You want to be alone near a lake, in the middle of the night, with ghosts?" "Told you it wasn't your thing. I understand." "I didn't say I wasn't going." "You'll need gear. And the will to work out." "I hit the gym five times the week back home." "Ok. Meet me at 6 this evening in the lobby." "I don't have any gear." "Improvise." In the evening, I packed my bag with my necessities, and went out, nearly forgetting about Sarah joining me. On second thoughts, I didn't think she would show up, either way. Sarah surprised me. She was waiting for me in the lobby dressed in a T shirt and sweatpants, with a small backpack slung over her shoulder. We began our climb, from a small rocky outpath from the village and got talking. Being late June, the sun was in no mood to set, and we covered good ground in daylight. While taking in the scenery, we finally got to the most difficult part of the climb by sunset. We had both broken a little sweat, and I found it hard to concentrate on the climb. The T shirt was clinging to Sarah's body, showing more than she knew. Her ass had started to cling to her pants, and I had unconsciously started humming, "I like big butts". As we were walking, Sarah slipped and fell on scree. Scree is basically rocks that get mixed with loose earth that becomes something akin to ball bearings when you step on them. I gently helped her up by putting my hands bellow her shoulders and pulling her up. My hands grazed her boobs ever so slightly, and I was tempted to try more, but hell, the gentleman genes kicked in. "Hey, how long is your damn lake?" she asked. "It's not my lake." "Ok, how far is it?" "I don't know, a few more minutes, actually." "Are you sure you aren't lost?" "Yes, I'm sure." "How do you know we're going in the right direction?" "Because of that," I said, pointing at a broken sign. "This lake was supposed to be a big thing, except no one found the cash to develop it. Whoever did, decided to start the rumor about it being haunted. Either way, it's abandoned and it freezes over in the winter. Pretty cool, huh?" I added. As we climbed some more, we reached a small broken wall of sorts. With the sun setting, there was barely any light to go on. "I need a push up," Sarah said to me. "No, sports bras are best for hiking." "No, I mean a leg up." "Oh, ok." I began to help Sarah up, but she found it a bit difficult to climb. Eventually, I held her butt and pushed her over the broken wall. Her ass was lovely to touch, but I wondered if I should do more, but decided against it. I easily climbed the wall and grinned at her. This was unfair, as it is easy for me to do these things. I am about 6'2, which makes the world a bit easier to climb. Also, I have some Iranian genes mixed with a lifetime of learning to box, so a large hairy body to boot. "Don't show off. You still haven't gotten us anywhere." "Really?" I said, jumping off the wall, and taking a few steps. "What do you think that is?" It was the lake. It was actually more like a pond, but unlike any of the other lakes in the area, it didn't have tourist boats in it, or the garbage they throw in. It looked clean and didn't stink. A small beach had been created on the shore, just the perfect place to spend the night. I walked over to the beach-like area and dumped my gear, and collected some firewood for a fire. By this time the night was coming on quickly, so I lit a small fire by the place where I had put my sleeping bag out. Sarah helped out of course, but by the end of it, we were pretty tired and sweaty. "Listen, if you want, you can go take a small wash in the river," I said. "I'll think about it. You going in?" "After a bit. I need to get more wood." "You don't have any of your own?" She asked, teasingly. "I do, don't worry. But I don't want to put mine in the fire." I smiled. Sarah went off to take her bath in the river. I stripped to a pair of shorts and decided to bathe, too. As I began to swim around I noticed that Sarah was washing up on the other side. From what I could see, she was wearing a T shirt, bra and panties, all of which were clearly outlined by the water. I decided to risk it. You can't argue with an erection. I slowly swam towards her and thankfully, she didn't notice me coming. Finally, I stood up in the water next to her and gave her a surprise. "Oh, what are you doing here?" she asked flustered. The water had excited her nipples. I could see they were large and erect, the kind that make you want to put them in your mouth. "I thought you needed company." "Well..." "You don't?" "As long as we are here..." I waded over and kissed her. It was first a small kiss, just a liplock. I broke it and looked at her. "Works for you?" "Oh, yeah. It does." I kissed her again, this time I put my tongue in her mouth. It was accepted easily, and I realized that she was a good kisser. I began to put my hands over her body. I groped at the boobs I had wanted to grope since last night. As we began to get into heavy petting, she pushed me off and waded to the shore. I followed her. On the shore, I made my way to her, trying to begin where we left off. Sarah put her finger on my eyes and closed them. When I tried to speak, she put a finger to my lips. The finger then trailed downwards, past my chin and hairy chest, lower, to the hem line of my shorts. I know that usually cold water makes a dick soft. But thanks to making out with Sarah, I was nearly erect. Sarah now grabbed my cock with her hand and slowly jerked it. She must have also sunk to her knees, for the next thing I felt was her deliberately licking the shaft to the tip. Her hand gently cupped my balls, as I felt her hot mouth slowly taking me in. I have been given head many times, but this woman really had a very talented tongue. As she sucked me off, she would gently massage the sensitive underside of my cock with her tongue. She got me to the edge and suddenly pulled off, and grabbed the base of my cock, giving me time to cool off, as she unhurriedly sucked on my balls. I opened my eyes, wondering how long she would keep up with this delicious torture, but she looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and sucked my cock again. I was in ecstasy. Again, as I neared coming, she pulled away, giving me time to cool off. Then, she stood up and closed my eyes. I was hoping she would blow me again, but instead, when I opened them, she was walking away from me, while swinging her hips. "What the hell?" I shouted. Sarah turned and with a sexy smile, beckoned me to her with her forefinger. As I began to run towards her, she ran to the sleeping bags. Here, she stopped, as I caught up. I had kicked off the shorts near the shore, and was running butt naked towards her, with a hard cock bouncing in the wind, hoping to get more. When I reached her, I began to kiss her again, this time kissing down her neck and grabbing some more of those beautiful breasts. She stopped me. "Lie down. Trust me, just lie down." I had placed my sleeping bag on the ground and so had she, right next to it. For a pillow, I had my sack. I lay down against it, and looked up at her. Sarah slowly came over and sat down on my crotch. Her warm pussy rubbed against my cock, keeping it hard. She looked at me and slowly bent down to kiss me. Then, she sat up and quietly removed her T shirt and unhooked her bra and let loose some of the best tits I had ever seen. I reached up to kiss her again and moved lower to kiss her neck. She whimpered a little, and rubbed her ass up and down my cock, giving me the signal to go lower. Soon, I was at her tits. I put one delicious, large, erect nipple in my mouth while my hand played with the other. As I went on, she moaned louder. I let go of her nipple and bit her ever so slightly on her breast. She moaned out louder than ever, as her hands curled up in my short hair and seemed to beg me to go on. I kissed her tits some more, and gave her another hickey. At this point, Sarah slowly raked four long fingernails across my back, giving me some of my own medicine. Lucky for me, I liked it, and moaned out. When I bit her nipple ever so slightly, she sank her teeth into my shoulder, giving me something to remember her by. Her tits were perfect. I loved them. As I played some more with them (with my mouth, of course) Sarah gave me another hickey on my neck. All this while, her pussy was rubbing against my cock, turning me on, even more. Finally, she stopped. She looked in my eyes and got off me. She lay down next to me and pulled off her panties. I got my cue. I got on top of her, kissing her lower and lower. I stopped briefly at her breasts, which were tantalizing, but there were more interesting parts to her. I went from her breasts, kissing her lower and lower, down to her pussy. She had trimmed the hair, and already, I could smell her juices. I got my head down between her legs. She propped them up waiting for me. By putting my hands around her thighs, I had her in place. I slowly blew on her pussy, the warm air just tantalizingly close to her clitoris. She moaned. I would have teased her some more, but Sarah pushed her crotch towards me, trying to get me going. But I wanted to tease, so I backed up a bit and teased her some more. Finally, she grabbed my head and pulled it into her crotch. When I went down on her, she moaned louder and louder and placed her legs on either side of my head and began moving her pelvis. In effect, she was humping my face. I ate her out for a few minutes and she was thoroughly enjoying herself, but then she suddenly stopped me. I looked up, and she asked me to come up and kiss her. As I was kissing her, she pulled the Cargo pants I had been wearing towards herself. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "One minute." She said. Reaching into my pants, she finally found my wallet, and pulled it out. For a second I wondered if she wanted money, but instead, she searched my wallet and pulled out a rubber. She pulled one out and I tried to take it from her. She refused to give it to me. "I want to put this on you," she said. "How did you even know it was there?" I asked. "A boy scout like you is gonna have a condom, you know." She motioned me to lie on my back. I wondered what she was trying to do. "Lie on your back. I wanna do this." she pleaded. I lay on my back and she sat up next to me. Then, she grabbed my cock and sucked it for a few seconds. Already, it was hard. She made it harder. I could've used my cock as a crowbar now. Sarah tore the top of the condom pack with her teeth. Then, she rolled it on to my cock slowly, teasing me. She put her legs on either side of me and began to sit down, slowly impaling herself on my cock. She sank lower, taking a bit more of cock in every time. Eventually, she began bouncing up and down on half the length inside her. I wanted more. I stopped her. Sarah got off me, and lay down. I got on top of her and immediately, got inside her. Her pussy was tight, and after a few minutes of thrusting, I was finally in. When I started fucking her with earnest, Sarah wrapped her legs behind me and helped me on. With her hands, she raked scratches across my back. Finally, I felt something weird happening. Sarah's back arched and her eyes rolled into her head. Her pussy suddenly squeezed my cock for all its worth. As she moaned out the loudest ever, I realized that she was cuming, and that set me off too. As my orgasm finally subsided, I looked down at her. My cock was still hard, and inside. She kissed me as I finally got off and removed the condom. I was tired. Sarah and I cuddled up by the fire in my extra large sized sleeping bag, while looking up at the stars. As we cuddled and talked, Sarah slipped her hand low again. "You already up for another one?" She asked. "It's your fault." I grinned. We had a lot of fun that night. The next morning we trekked back to the resort, and got sneaky stares from the staff. Sarah told me that she was going to go get some sleep but meet me back in my room in the evening. I looked at myself in the mirror, as I undressed for a shower. My chest and neck were riddled with hickeys, my back with scratches, and what I had expected to be the worst vacation ever was turning out quite the opposite. I smiled. This was good.