0 comments/ 24196 views/ 1 favorites Swimming Hole By: chimel It was an usually hot day for this time of year. As such James had headed out of town to try to escape the heat. Following the river to see where it came from. He had only arrived a few weeks ago on assignment from his job. Hiking along the river he found a stream feeding it with cool spring water, and chose to leave the path to follow it. It led to small waterfall about a mile beyond the river, which made a small, clear pond. Perfect for swimming. After a quick dip, he laid out on the rocks next to the waterfall in the shade. A he lay there he noticed a young woman from town, about his age, come wandering in. As if she had always known about this place. She walked up to a flat rock, and let her dress drop around her knees. He had seen her around town, but had not approached her. He had been warned she was trouble. She seemed oblivious to his being there. In her Bikini, that barely covered her large breast, and g-string bottom that showed off her toned legs and hips. She turned and bent to move the dress out of the way, putting he back side on display for him. Not a tan on line her body. He knew what was likely to happen next. As he tried to decide how or if to draw her attention to the fact he was there, she suddenly turned and looked his way. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him from across the pond. Smiling a crooked smile that worried him. Like she was up to no good. But god, her breasts her were so perky, and she was not thin, but very fit. With just a touch of a belly. He watched, unable to control his thoughts of what he wished to do her, as she swam across the lake, and rose out of the water. Water running down her body in mini rivers, he nipples hard and pushing against the bikini from the cold water. He could see she was shaved. The look in her eyes was what he could avoid. She just stood there, over him, looking down, with a look like she could eat him alive. Eyeing him, looking him up and down, taking in his near naked body. Not saying a word for what seemed like an eternity. "What are you doing on my land? "She said with such authority, huskiness, sexiness in her voice. What her body had started between his legs, her voice and eyes finished. He as fully aroused, and she had not even touched him. He knew she had noticed, and that she had smiled when he got more aroused at her voice. "I am new, and didn't know it was your land. There were no signs posting it. I can go if wish". He said hoping she would ask him to stay. Almost needing it. He wanted her so badly. But yet, he knew she was trouble, could see it written all over her. In her fierce eyes, the way she stood over him, quiet, calm, in control. "No, I think I may enjoy having company, if you are willing to do as I wish. To satisfy my needs" A groan was all he could manage at first. This woman was trouble. But it just may be worth it. Finally he got out a "As you wish" She leaned over, gently twisting his nipple, just enough so he could feel it, "you will address me as Miss when you speak to me. Do you understand?" as she let go and gave it the nipple a slap that sent a shiver through him. "As you wish Miss, as you wish" he barely managed to get out. As she was sliding her hands along his body, as if sizing him up. Her hands running up and down his thighs, chest, arms, neck, abs. Fingers just ever so lightly brushing not actually touching his nipples or rock hard penis. His balls forgotten all together. This went on forever it seemed. He wanted to beg her to just take him. "Stand and strip. Let me get a good look" He did as he was told. His manhood standing at attention, every muscle tight, he was tall and thin, but well built, with good definition. Of large stature where it mattered most as well. She continues taking him in, feeling him all over. But now gently kissing him, caressing his body. When he tried to reach out and touch her he was punished, by a light spanking, twisting of his nipple or a touch to hard love bite. She would put his hands back at his sides. "Did I give you permission?" she would ask, and if he did not answer he would be punished again. This went on until he finally stopped trying. His left nipple was starting to throb, and his ass was getting red. He had never been treated this way, and was both intensely aroused and ashamed. How could let a woman treat him this way. "Take off my bikini, but do not touch me, and do not use your hands." "Yes Miss, but how can I do that?" "Oh, I am sure you will think of a way to please me, that is if you wish to get your reward." "Reward miss?" "Yes, if you please, you may decide how you will come. If not, I decide IF you come, understand?" "Yes Miss, I understand." Something told him that unlike most of the girls he had met, this woman would be able to take him, whole, and let him finish as he liked. He had every intention of pleasing her. In anyway she wished. He thought for a second, and then slowly and carefully started pulling at the strings to the top of her bikini with his teeth. Taking the bead in his teeth and pulling, he got the top around her neck undone, and then the one around her back. He could feel her breathing harder as he did this. Could see she really had no tan lines, and her breasts were perky, but not overly so, and looked like he could taste them. Took so much control to not just take one in his mouth. He then got on his knees to remove the bottoms, which were easier. More beads on the end of the strings meant is was easier to grab them with his lips and teeth. He could smell her sweet smell when he got close, a gentle scent, almost like home, or fresh baked cookies. As her panties fell off, he chose to kiss her sex gently. Bad idea he realized quickly. As his head was yanked back by the hair. "What do you think you are doing? Did I tell you to do that?" "No Miss," He panted, " I just wanted to please you". "You can please me by doing as I say, but since you are so eager, lets us see what you can do" At that she shoved his face between her legs, soft, smooth, damp from her swim mixed with her juices. He could feel her pearl growing hard as he gently teased it with his tongue. Going between sucking on it, licking it, and flicking it. She was moaning, and now had a river almost between her legs. He could feel as she started to come, her legs quivering, her contractions around his tongue when he slid it inside her, her ragged breathing and moans of pleasure. He kept his head there as she fell onto the rock, with a grace only she could have had at that moment. Her back arched her breast, body so beautiful on display for him, she had now shame about it. Was purely enjoying the moment, every last vibration of it as it went through her body. He then continued this again and again. Stopping fro time to time to change positions, or she wanted a break, or to have a drink, making her come over and over. Every time was a site to behold. She would lose herself in the feeling, the moment. Moaning, growling, grabbing him, pushing him into her, grabbing her nipples, oh how sexy it was to watch. To see her eyes as she came, the pure joy and ecstasy in it. "You shall do I suppose" she said as she yanked his head back again, with out warning. She then shoved him into the water, laughing at him. Clearly having enjoyed what he had done. Diving in after him, he saw the wet spot left on the rock, and how tight her body was. She clearly took care of herself, but was not afraid to eat. God he wanted to touch her so badly. To feel what her skin felt like under his skin, how it felt to taste her breast. Swimming to him she wrapped her arms around him. "So slave boy, what would be you reward if you use your sword as well as you tongue?" "Only for you to take me in your mouth, all of me, to allow me to finish there." "Well, we will have to see if you last that long. You may not come until I tell you. Come early and no reward, understand?" "Yes, Miss, may I touch you to please you?" "Yes, you may." At that he started to explore her body, kissing, licking, caressing, pinching, paying attention to how she reacted to every touch. Slowly leading her to the edge of the pond. Pushing her against the warm rocks, the waterfall showering them both with a mist. There was a shallow ledge, at just the height for her to sit on and him to stand and still be at the right position to tease them both with his erect head just touching her. Gently swaying in the water, teasing her, as he focused on her nipples. He head thrown back, eyes closed, breathing hard as she focused on his touch. He teased her by pushing him self just into her, but only the tip. Her hips trying to move forward to get more of him. He could feel her trying to pull him from inside. The moans of pleasure and want. Ever so slowly he entered her. Partly so he would not come, as she felt so tight, warm, wet, and partly to tease her. As he kissed and caressed her he continued to slowly go in and out, her body trying hard to hold him inside her. Her moans growing louder. Her arms trying to hold him close, so he could not leave her. "please, make me come, I will reward you, just do it, please" she moaned/grunted. Barely able to speak so bad was her need. " As you wish Miss" With that he started going faster, harder until he could feel her body contracting, hear her moans change into ones of pure release. Almost animal like. He back arched, nipples hard as rocks, whole body seeming to feel it in waves. He lost is as she came, spilling himself with her, in her. She was just so tight and sexy, and oh, god he just could not control himself. He let loose with a roar as she was finishing herself. Which set her off anew. Eyes wide with surprise, she had not expected that. They collapsed, laying half in, half out of the water. To spent to move, or speak. His head on her shoulder, both looking up, watching the clouds. He had started to drift off, in a peaceful bliss, although not the reward he had wanted, it was an amazing and powerful orgasm. He could not complain. But was awakened by her hand on his skin, her lips kissing his inner thigh. "I do believe I owe you a reward" she said. "But I came", "I know, but it pleased me, and I promised" Knowing when to keep his mouth shut he leaned back, and closed his eyes. Feeling her fingers trace his nipples, arms, belly, and her lips, tongue slowly find there way to his member. Now just starting to regain life. She took it in her mouth, all of it, sucking on it, and he grew to fill her mouth, and then her throat. Moaning. He tongue doing a lazy lapping as she gently and slowly went up and down. Hand finding his balls, and stimulating them. Going between sucking on the whole thing, to just the head, until he was about to come. He could feel it building, could see her looking up at him, wanting to please him now. He put his hand on the back of her head, wrapping his hand in her hair, knowing he was pulling it and not caring. He guided her head, showing her how hard, fast, deep, he liked it. Oh did she feel good. He slammed her head down hard, as he came deep in her throat. Holding her there as he came. Feeling her throat contract as she swallowed him. Feeling her moan in pleasure. He groaned as he finished, letting go of her hair. She licked him clean looking up at him with those big eyes. She was Trouble all right. Swimming Hole The evening sun drifts warmly behind the mountains. Clouds are clearing from the sky as slow shadows travel across the valley. Soon all will grow vague in the dim light of night. It is a 7 mile walk down this a valley of grass land to the swimming hole. Cattle mirror our direction, they following a leader to a new location for the night. Our naked bodies glow brightly in the fading orangey sun light. My hiking buddy Mr. Hood is a tall thin fellow. I am rather average in height and two years older. Hood often states that I am lucky, my genetic makeup allows me to have fine muscle definition. At age 56 I'm lucky to keep myself fit. We each live a hundred miles in opposite directions from here. We are naturist and free hikers. We have only one rule on our camping trips, "naked all the time, everywhere." The ladies in our live don't share our interest in hiking. On other outings we talked about walking to this small pool of water. One time we drove Hood's red jeep down to check out the pond. We were hoping for a swim, only there was a group of horse riders from the Grasshopper Creek Guest Ranch heading down to the pond. This time, we are a third of the way down the valley. This evening is warm. The prospect of playing in water dominates our talk. There are few water sources in this area of central Montana. The mud holed is a reservoir, the product of a dammed mountain stream. It was created for the cattle . It is the only pool deep enough to play in. The water is cold, although it sits out in the open grassland. The expectation of warmth is gone as soon as our feet touch the murky liquid, yet it is joyous and refreshing after each of our long one hundred mile drives. The dust of the road washes away in the muddied water. Clots of mud cling to our skin. We play like children laughing and tossing each other into the night washed air. Our feet sink in the soft mud while lighting fish slick bodies into the air. Waterlogged we reach our limit. There is a need to conserve energy for the walk back to camp. We choose to walk the forest roads back . We know the route. So there is little chance of getting lost in the dark. The chance of anyone driving on it after dark is slim. Even if there were a vehicle traveling toward us, they would be moving slow and the glow of head lights would give us fair warning and time to take cover. Unlike the evening we were caught off guard by a silver pickup truck that came up behind us at dusk. We scatter like chickens, looking for a place to stand, while waiting for the driver to passed. No worry about a call to the police. No phone coverage up here. the law would have to drive 14 miles just to look for us. This time we have the night on our side. Wet muck dries and cracks off our naked bodies. The quart light of the stars shines gray on the path. The forest is black and almost silent. The return to camp, is a slow ascent. The winding one lane rocky dirt road looks white in this light. We pass the time paving our way in conversation. Hood goes into great detail about his adventure into auto body repair. After his youngest daughter totals her car, he takes on the job of making the thing drivable. Now and then a cow adds voice, butting into our conversation. Somewhere in the talk we trade in sights on each of our sex lives and our continued disappointment that our ladies don't understand or share our enthusiasm for anal sex. My present lady sees nothing in it but dirty. The woman before introduced me to it as she took pleasure from the power of inducing my orgasmic weeping. This story at some time bubbled to the surface in the past on some other camping trip. It was then I learned my friend had the same interest. He learning about it through self-exploration a few years back. The world sleeps as we chat. On the other side of the valley, The Grasshopper Creek Guest Ranch still has a single light on. It is past 12 A.M. Unseen loose stones roll under the souls of our hiking boots. Toes stumble on dark lit stones. We laugh at each other's sudden miss steps. There is a spoken gratitude toward the shoes that protect easily broken toes. Every now and then we catch the other from a fall and prospect of a nasty scraping of skin. Although by the end of our hiking, we both will be scratched and cut. The stars are bright in the clear sky. Often we stop to gazing at the twinkling night glitter. The moon has risen, it sheds more light. Now black shadows follow us. Half caught glimpses of flashes fading at the edge of the earth, these events bring our walking to a halt. We watch and speculate the origins and cause of the falling objects. Insects buzz past to unseen destinations for a quick hook-ups. The two of us are surprise that none have stopped to dine on us. Once at the top of the mountain we are treated of a vista of sky and land. We have a mile left. Mr. Hood and I take the turn off the road heading down a vague path, passing through the shadows cast by the moon lit trees. We enter our camp. It silent, waiting for us to bring it animation. There is the re-ordering of a few wind scattered things. The evening is always accompanied by a breeze in these mountains. Folding chairs too light to withstand the moving air now rest against sagebrush. We fold the chairs and lay them near the tent. Then linger out under the sky. The grass is warm under my back, I gazing up at the dome of heaven. My head cradled in my hands. The star entrancing, I stare at them not ready to go to sleep. Hood's voice moves somewhere near. The startling touch of a hand moving blindly along the inside of my lower leg, brings my friends voice closer to me than I thought. Legs part. He crawls between them toward me. My gaze fixed on the stars. No need to see, just to feel. The weight of heaven blankets my body. Soft breath of the night moves over me. The scent of pine and crushed sagebrush drifts in the air. My eye see the stars while my mind feels the touch of my friend. Balls lift and fall like heavy gold coins as the purse of tattooed skin rolls between friend's fingers. Lose steel ball jingles in Prince Albert ring. This sound adds realism to the image in my head. Deep and soft my breath fills the hollows in me. Warmth washes over my body, with my exiting breath. Beating heart quickens in its pace. Imagination caught on intoxicating thoughts. Hood's hands, lifting my legs up and apart. They fold at hips and knees on to my chest. Hood's cool knees are felt somewhere next to my lifting lower back. Rounded hard cheeks rested on top of hiking bud's thighs. A soft sound of something being squeezed out touched my ear in passing breath. Fingers give a firm press to exposed entrance. The tight mouth opens to Aladdin's Jen's incantations. Exploring fingers enter orifice. It opens wider. Digits searching for golden spot, along cave's roof of skin. Exploration halts. I moan a murky, "yes." Another press draws an echo. Whitish fluid appears in open pierced cock's mouth. Small drop drips from ring. Hood's forearm pressing on my balls. They cradled by his slow moving wrist. Somehow he bends over me. Shadow cast by moon light crawls across my chest. His free hand plays with my right pierced nipple. Nipple hard, speaking deep into prostate. The gold nipple ring dances to friend's finger jig. I want to feel his lips tearing at my ringed flesh. My thoughts divided. I craving for more. My cock leaking softly. Firm semi-hooked fingers glide deep inside moving from end to end. I moaned in both directions. Glowing moon causes watching face to go black with shadow. He taking pleasure from the power of his actions, watches my open transfixed eyes, caught somewhere between earth, blood and sky. Fingers strumming on base cords, voice a melody of moaning. My fingers find the border of his nipple. I dances on the edge of hair and skin. Small mounds rise to touch as center of the mound rises hard. I love nipples. The way light passes through them giving them an internal rosy glow. This is what caught my eye years ago when I started painting nudes. Physical sensuality is what I paint. The tangible reality of the feel of skin, the taste of skin and sound of nerves firing to touch. There in my studio I paint the memory of my young pregnant wife releasing milk. Her darkened nipples, rich in color and full. The sweet taste of her life flowing into my mouth. I live life for the collecting of such memories. I relive my life in one way or another on canvas. I use my self often as model and reference while I paint. There are two mirrors six feet by four feet to aid me as I work. I look often at the body I see there in the glass. Looking at the glow of skin. Always what color is that. Yes, the realism of a nipple, any nipple is a work of beauty. Sensuality, this is why I'm here. The sensation of the air, sunlight, water, plants brushing across skin are all what I am about. I want, I want to feel everything. I want to hear this man moan. I want to hear him moan to my mouth on his nipples. There is pleasure in that power. I can image the reddening of his nipples in the dark light. I see his small mound rising greeting my tongue. Hood gasping, his nipple trapped between piercing canine teeth. Cool erect skin warmed by heat of mouth. I pull on nipple locked between teeth, dragging his body down closer. His moving arm rhythmically, beats a melody the length my chest, across my cock and balls and into my ass. Nimble fingers massaging nerves in my throat. My lips tight on reddened nipple draws life into him. Internal sensations fire colored flashes that hit my eyes. Heart pounding. I slide between the spaces of rhythm, time and opened sky. I am drunk with feeling. I drink this second and minute like the dark porter beer I love. I wait for the toy. Somewhere is one of the toys. Even though it will feel cold I want it. It is now part of the deal between Hood and I. The sensation dredging sweet memory of Carol a woman I loved. She was one, I was willing to do anything to please. With her I could never be sure what was down the road. We bought toys, I thought they were for her. What we did was not what I expected. All I could do was enjoy the ride. I grew addicted to her fucking my ass. I learned the ropes of preparing for such sexual acts. She was into power. God did she love the power. She loved hearing me scream in orgasmic ecstasy. My cock dripping and drooling as she turned my prostate into hamburger. Always my voice crying begging for more. Fuck, she was the first and last woman to ever do such a thing to me. I've been left thirsting for those sensations for 9 years. I never have been able to match with my own hands the driving force that that woman created in me. All I want is to feel myself screaming that way once more. Muscular bicyclist legs wrap around Hood's waist. His fingers slid out of rectum. I grasp his cock. It is drooling. The hood of skin nearly drawn back. I guide him into the closing hole. He enters, leaving a trail of thick drool as the last fold roll off glans' ridge. With tight lock on shoulders, he push me in to his hips. The slide in is slow. I feel my skin rise to the lift of the flared ridge of the glans. Is this what the women I fuck feel, it must be. Remembering how it felt when I used to fuck Carol this way, I image what he now feels as his body slowly rubs its course in mine. The movements are slow rhythmic pulsing beats. He must be feeling his way. This a first, our usual were toys and the failed dream of our women using them on us. Voices coo to the stroking. "Oh you feel so good around my cock. Oh yes, this is so damn good." "Oh God, oh God, yes." Straitened legs are almost wrapped around his neck. Cock's voice inside me is now jabbing lightening. Cock's voice is loud and demanding in its flight across sky of skin. My voice rolling thunder as to skin strikes skin. I envision his ass moving wildly to flying hips. My body bouncing and bending to the meeting of force. His is cur like in his humping. Whimpering, whining, chanting, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes, oh yes." Wild stabbing of cock drives deep and is almost withdrawing completely. lose balls echo the fierce movements. The sharp sound of skin slapping skin echoes off the trees. Blazing Flashes of color rocket across my closed eyelids. I see nothing but odd continuously reforming patterns. These are hypnotic as they flash to every sensation. I want to feel all of it. Oh God, yes to feel. I want, I need sharper focus, need clear focus. I am drunk with the need to feel. "Oh fuck, ahh ahhh ahhh." Hood's grunting and growling rides on top of his bucking body. Some stabs misplaced. The force seeks and finds reentry. All movement feeding the ferocious fire. Climaxing current erupts to boiling rush. Ecstatic escalating thundering of curses ride internal force. Orgasmic crying fills the air. Clinching rectal muscles bind galloping piston to prostate in wringing primal squeeze. Spiking wave send tearing flood vomiting out of cock's mouth and over ring on to skin. I wailing to the force of expelling fluid. Lips purse once more around Hood's nipple as last wave of vomiting recedes. Teeth nearly piercing mound of flesh. My voice running through him and out his mouth. He wolfishly howling. Body bucking wildly. His grip hard around my ankles. Upper back and shoulder digging into the ground. My lower back and hip are held off the ground. His Bolting thrust of piston dives down and then grinds to grunting halt. Uncertainty rides in voice questioning what should be done. Growling, "fuck, fuck." Hood grunting, sends another bolting thrust, forcing cock into deeper penetration in full grinding growling lands on his sudden halt. Voice starts crying. "Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Renewed bucking dives into an abrupt crashing freeze. Hands in white wringing grip of ankles, he bending me in half. His body board strait nailed into me. his feet clawed into the ground. Full gutted snarls, roll from flaring nostrils and exiting breath. Motionless body, except the piston, bouncing a cluster of lifting and falling spasmodic jerks against walls of skin. "Ah Fuck, ah fuck, ah fuck, ah ah ah fuck. Ah ah ah ah fuck. God Damn, oh hell, oh hell, oh hell ah ah ah ah ah ah aha ha ha ha ah Fuckkkkkkkk. Ah fuckkkkkk." He resumes less than vagarious pumping, until his body collapses. I image the thick opalescent white fluid collecting along the side length of the still swollen throat and sides of the glans ridge. The smell of crushed grass surround us as Hood's once digging feet release ground with last cry of "fuck." His limp cock falls out as fluid runs out of closing opening. Murky voices heads for sleeping bags. There the orgasms will be slept off.