0 comments/ 13934 views/ 0 favorites The Clearing By: Bullofthewoods The darkness fell around them like a large black blanket as they walked down the lonely street of the small town. The sounds of the children playing had vanished, and all that remained was the quiet sound of their feet slapping against the wet road. The clouds had broken earlier and both Nathan and Wendy were soaked. They had ignored the steady rain and continued to walk. Nathan remembered an old gravel path down the road a bit and began to lead Wendy in that direction. Wendy shivered from the way the wet clothes clung to her body but still held fast to Nathan's hand. Her skin, soft, inviting, and a little wrinkled from being wet, felt so very good against him in every way and he was not going to relinquish her hand back to her anytime soon. Besides, "HE" had plans. The pair approached the gravel path and Nathan turned towards it. Wendy was unfamiliar with the area but didn't care. Her trust in him was unbreakable, and she would follow him anywhere, as long as her hand was in his. Almost immediately the houses that lined the main road were out of sight and the woods began to thicken. Small thickets of trees became the mainstays of the scenery, along with the fences that bordered the path. The sound of small animals filled the air in between the words he whispered in her ear. It didn't take long for Nathan to find the place he was looking for. He remembered playing there as a child, hidden from the view of everything. The couple walked together to a small grove of a variety of trees, hesitated for a moment and entered the grove. Wendy looked at him, smiled and held tightly to his hand, as they took their first strides into what would soon become a place with special meaning to the both of them. Nathan stopped suddenly a few steps inside the now small clearing. He seemed mesmerized and began speaking lightly about how the place had not changed one bit as he cocked his head from side to side. The memories of the past and this place washed over him. He stood there for what seemed an eternity and finally looked back at Wendy and said, "Yes dear, this is the place. This place is perfection to me. A place of refuge, of joy, of sadness, of importance, of love, and of pain." He took Wendy's hand and led her to the large hickory stump in the center of the clearing. Nathan sat down upon it and looked up at the sky. The clouds had cleared away and the moon, now full, gave the place an eerie feel. He took a deep breath and let it go. Relaxed, at home, was the feeling inside of the young man, finally......home. Wendy sat quietly beside him, watching, waiting, intently, perhaps expecting some revelation of why he had picked this place at this time. He placed his hand upon her cheek and turned her to face him. He looked into her eyes and kissed the wet young woman's mouth hard. Wendy moaned.... deep, melodious, wanting. He finally pulled away from her and looked away to the left as if acknowledging another memory of the place. "Things are just the way I left them," He thought himself. His lips curved to form a smile and he looked back to Wendy, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her ear to his mouth as he said, "Are you ready?" She stood and followed him, she had no choice. Nathan's fingers, still entwined in her hair, pulled her up from the makeshift seat. The young woman's eyes widened, a little surprised at his "straightforwardness." The fingers of his free hand trailed down her neck gently and pulled back on her hair, exposing the flesh beneath. He leaned into her. His tongue slid against the skin of her neck and his teeth pulled on the soft spot of flesh just beneath her chin. Nathan rose slightly and his words found her ears through the night air. "You are mine dear one." The fingers of his free hand began unbuttoning the damp blouse that lay snug against Wendy's skin. Quickly his hand worked the cloth free. She placed her hands upon his shoulders and her fingernails dug into him. The cool night air against her damp skin caused a definite reaction, one that she had craved for a very long time. Nathan pulled hard on her hair and Wendy began to bend, exposing her taut nipples to the moon above. The light shimmered from her skin and Nathan could not resist the urge to taste of her again. His mouth traveled the length of her torso as his hands lifted her skirt. He grabbed her ass with a firm grip and tasted of her. His mouth moved knowingly against her already moist mound. She started to back away and Nathan looked up to her, disappointed. Reaching down towards the ground, Nathan's expression changed to one of extreme seriousness. Wendy winced as she listened to his deep voice "Tonight you shall be my little slut...here beneath the stars." The cold touch of the leather straps as he bound her ankles caused feelings of confusion within her and her knees shook with surprise and anticipation of what would come next. Wendy's attempts at trying to free her legs were in vain. It seemed the more she struggled, the tighter the binds became, and eventually her will to escape this confusion left. His hands gripped her waist and pushed her gently to the cold, hard surface of the hickory. A slow smile formed upon his lips and she raised her arms with the intent to place them around his neck. Noticing her movements, Nathan stepped back. "You will touch me when I decide." Wendy looked away from him, obviously distressed from his last statement. Nathan stood and gazed into her hazel eyes and quickly decided on a course of action. Walking to the side of the stump he picked up the wet blouse and placed the wet cloth upon her. The ensuing chill was almost more than Wendy could handle, but she managed to stay still. His hands worked slow, allowing her to watch his every movement. He folded the cloth carefully and left the long sleeves to dangle out to the sides. The makeshift blindfold was placed over her eyes and the sleeves tied snug around the back of her head. As for what to do about your hands, he had not yet decided, but the one thing he did know.....She was to take what he had to offer this night, regardless of what that might be. She seemed to lie on the old stump for what seemed a very long time. The sounds of the crickets and creatures of the night, roared in her ears. Her thoughts turned to his unusually long absence. She began to think back to his last words and became frightened. She tried to calm herself, repeating what she did know in her mind. She didn't hear him walk away. She could still smell the light fragrance of his cologne. "He has to be here." she told herself. Her hands instinctively reached for the wrap that had been placed around her eyes. Her fingers began making the attempt to unravel the knot that had been made. Then reality came against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. A stinging sensation not felt by her before followed by the light stroke of a group of small fingerlike objects...wet, soft, reassuring. Again Wendy fiddled with the cloth that blinded her and again the stinging sensation came on the inside of the other thigh. She could smell him, and she knew that he was only inches away from her. Wendy stretched her arms upward and grabbed only air. Was the sensation on her thighs only figments of her imagination? Her confusion grew and her stubborn nature, once more, took over. How many times had the sting of the object came against her flesh? She had lost count and finally gave up the attempts at removing the blindfold. With each strike she had called out his name and had gotten no response. How long was this game to go on? How long was she to lie there in wait? How many times had he talked of patience? Did this count? Did all this have a meaning? Did... then, as she lay there, still, upon the stump, her legs spread wide, the touch of something warm, smooth and wet, began its exploration of the now wet area of her that only he could have known. The warm, cylindrical object traversed against the lips of her pussy and because of the sting of her inner thighs, she dared not reach down to touch what is presumably 'him'. She closed her eyes tight as the moment took her. Every part of her ignored her surroundings, ignored everything except that warmth between her legs. Her thighs begin quivered and the knowledge that she dare not reach down somehow made the moment that much more erotic. Her hips rose from the stump as the wave of passion overtook her and her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.... her mind, taken to a place that made others envious. The place where there are no concerns, no responsibilities, only want, only pleasure. She wanted more.... More. Her back arched suddenly as his cock swelled with each thrust and his deep sounding groans filled the air. The touch of his hands upon her breasts reassured her of her safety and she yearned to satisfying him. His thrusts slowed and he lifted her head from its resting point. She could feel the blindfold being removed and wanted to reach up and put her arms around him, but the night air and lack of movement had caused them to go numb. Nathan looked into her eyes and leaned forward, placing his lips to hers. His hips thrust hard against her and he pushed her head downward as his pace quickened. The sounds of their flesh meeting echoed through the darkness and the birds of night took flight from the trees around them. His moans became loud, animalistic, as the urge to release arose from inside him. His eyes opened wide as his cum filled her. The muscles in his legs tensed and his knees shook uncontrollably at that moment. Nathan slowly regained his senses and leaned forward, sucking on each raised nipple, enjoying their excited state. He took her arms and placed them below her heart and pulled her forward enough to set her up. Wendy sat on the stump quietly and waited quietly for him to loose her ankles. She did not know quite what to say or think about the experience. Nathan helped her as she attempted to put her blouse on. Wendy stood slowly, her legs numb from the dampness and cold, her inner thighs still stinging from the strikes against them. She looked up at him, and with a sly girlish expression, smiled. He took her hand, returned the smile and began to walk from the clearing, making their way back to the cruel world of worries and everyday humdrum. The Clearing It was a cool summer day as she sat listening to the droning music of the jamboree before her. Mind wandering, she noticed a man sitting below a tree, the same listless look in his eyes that she held in her soul. He looked up, and their eyes met. A grin tickled his lips; she looked away quickly, but not before the intrigue had entered into her mind. Looking back slowly, she formed a coy smile on her face as she noticed his gaze was still set on her. She smiled seductively and raised an eyebrow at him. He sat up straighter and smiled back. Running a tongue over her lips, she crossed her legs smoothly and pretended to place her interest back in the music. He continued to watch her, and throughout the next several hours of that morning, their eyes met many more times, thoughts within their heads filled with each other. They had both sensed the automatic attraction and were restraining themselves with much force. As the supper hour approached, the young woman rose from her chair and sauntered near the large, firm oak under which the man rested. Kneeling discreetly beside the tree, she placed a hand on his shoulder, startling him. Looking up, an excited, yet subdued look crossed his face. The word hello began to pass his lips, but she silenced him with one word: "Come." She rose and walked swiftly away from the tree, leaving him to sit and ponder. Ponder he did not do for long, as he rose quickly and followed the curvaceous woman in the tight jeans and beige tank top. He silently noted to himself that the clouds were beginning to gather with dark foreboding. Reaching her, he had the sense not to talk, and so they walked in silence around the people gathered, up a hill, across the road, and into part of the campground where the jamboree was held. They said nothing, motioned nothing, gave away nothing that would give anyone else the sense that the young woman and young man in jeans were together. She just walked, and he simply followed her, waiting for what he knew was surely to come. As they reached the campground, they noticed no one, and as he began to speak again, she grabbed his hand discreetly and pulled him into a covered clearing in the trees. His back facing the entrance, she reached her hands to the sides of his head, pulling his head down toward her, and forced her lips on his. He stood there a moment, stunned, then began to accept the passion she passed to him. He gently placed his hands above her hips as her intensity grew, and soon he felt his grip tighten and move down to her buttocks. Groping her tightly, he let a moan escape his lips as their tongues entwined passionately. Throughout the kiss, she had rotated him so that her back was facing the entrance. Now as they grew more and more excited, she pulled away. Seeing the confused look on his face, she reacted by forcefully pushing him down to the ground, his body sprawled over the grass. He sat there, propped on his elbows, only for a second, as she soon threw her body on top of his and began kissing him fervently again. Soon, her kisses moved past his mouth; down his chin, onto his neck, and to his shirt collar. Her hands moved deftly across his chest, down to the edge of the material of his flimsy t-shirt. Moving her hands under the shirt and up his torso, she pulled the shirt up and soon had pushed it over his head. Her lips again began to caress his body, moving down his highly toned torso, lips only lingering to pull at his tight nipples before moving down to his belly button. Her hands in constant caress of his chest were soon down to the edge of his jeans, fiddling with the top button. His breathing intensified, and he was startle as she spoke for the second time, to him. "Are you a virgin," she asked deeply, her voice sending shivers of pleasure through him. He nodded anxiously, then watched her face reveal a sly smile. "Good," she replied, "so am I." At that, he noticed that she had undone his pants, and his hard cock was released from its confinement. She licked her lips hungrily as she looked down at it, then in one swift movement, moved her mouth down on top of him. At that instant, the skies opened and it began to rain. A crack of thunder and bolt of lighting echoed throughout the sky at the first touch of lips to cock. He shuddered, feeling the pleasure coursing through him as her mouth moved up and down his tight shaft. The lightning exaggerated this motion in the dark clearing, making it all the more picturesque. Despite the covering of the trees, the rain poured into the clearing and soaked both giver and receiver. He felt himself reaching the point of release, and looked at her again. Her long, dark hair was dripping wet with rain, sticking to her face and his cock. The rain had coursed underneath her as well, and soaked her shirt, causing it to cling tightly to her firm body. He noticed her tight breasts and nipples poking through her flimsy shirt in the absence of a bra. With that thought and picture in his mind, the moans came from his mouth with a higher intensity, and she sensed he was nearing his climax. In one swift move, her lips moved to the top of his shaft and wrapped around his head. Her hands now massaging his soft balls, she began to suck with all she had. With a loud and satisfied sigh from his mouth, he emptied himself into her, her tongue and throat working hard to swallow most of his sweet cum. Letting a few streams of cum exit her mouth, they mingled with the rainwater and the sweat all over her body. When he was spent, she looked up at him for a moment, then slid her wet body up his naked torso. Her lips sought out his again, and they kissed avidly for another moment before she pulled away. Looking down at him cunningly, she asked him one more question. "Do you want to lose your virginity?" She said it with such feeling, he felt the passion take over his body. Rolling to his side and flipping her onto her back, he sensed he stunned her as he hovered above her. The look of surprise on her face quickly changed to excitement as he leaned his head close to her ear. "Do you?" he asked seductively, and at her determined nod, he moved his lips back to hers. Before the passion was absorbed within their lips, he moved his down her throat, the same as she had done to him. Her hands grasped his behind as she moaned in ecstasy. As she tried to tug his wet jeans down his lower body, his hands roamed down to her breasts, still obvious through the cloth. He buried his face between them, savoring the feeling for just a moment more. Then, his hands moved on to her stomach, pulling the material up her body, fingers lingering on her breasts. He tossed the flimsy top to rest on top of his, then began to kiss her again. Starting at her throat, he moved his lips down further, going through the valley between her large, glistening breasts. He let his hands rub, caress, and pinch her breasts and nipples as his tongue and lips moved further down, causing ripples of moans to come from her mouth. As he reached the top of her jeans, he moved his hands down and began to undo the button. Delicately unzipping the zipper, he put his hands above her waist and pulled the jeans down her hips. Kneeling, he removed the jeans and lacy underwear completely from her legs and sat marveling at her naked body. He could feel himself grow hard again at the sight of her beauty. Her face flushed and excited, she held her eyes closed and panted, attempting to regain her breath. Her breasts rose up and down in the rain, still pounding on in the dark evening. He pushed himself back a little further, then extended his middle finger. Running it up along her cunt, past her entrance and clit, he sent a chill down her body, and she let out a louder, more fanatical moan. He smiled amusedly, the inserted his finger directly into her. Moving it, he caressed her insides, making her wet, naked body squirm in the dim light of the lightning. He knelt down before her wet cunt and replaced his finger with his tongue, reveling in the sweet taste of her. His finger moved up and began to caress her clitoris as she began to scream with pleasure. In and out his tongue went, eliciting more and more sighs and screams. Soon, his face was covered in cum, and she was nearing her point. Removing his head from between her legs, where her hands had, unnoticed to him, been pressing on his head, he looked at her pleading face. Moving his body up so their faces were together once more, he kissed her again. This time, a soft, gentle kiss, as they both realized they were about to share something with each other they could never again share with another person. Her hands moved down his naked back again, this time pushing his jeans down to his knees. He squirmed his way out of them, and they lay there in the darkness, naked and wet. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her leg; he could feel her tight breasts squeezed against hi chest. He pulled his head away from the kiss for a split second, and at her slight nod, he entered his cock into her vagina. Smoothly at first, then with more intensity. She clung to him, feeling pain and pleasure all at once, letting moans and screams come freely from her mouth. As they both neared their point again, he silenced her screams with his mouth, and as he thrust in and out of her, harder and faster than before, they held their mouths together. Finally at that last point, she pulled her head away from him and let out a passionate sound as their juiced flowed feely with each other's He trembled as he emptied, then lay there on top of her, not certain what to do next. She pulled his head to her shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair as they both fought to catch their breath. Minutes passed, and still they lay there in the secluded clearing. He pulled out of her a moment later, kneeling between her legs. As he glanced down at her beautiful body, he smiled appreciatively and spoke. "This time next year?" The Clearing They walked through the woods with a comfortable ease, their arms lightly around each other, belying the reality that they had only met that morning. Despite that, they knew each other better than if they'd had a year's worth of vanilla dates, and their knowledge of each other was so much more intimate than that of "normal" couples. The brushing of arms against bodies was as much a result of indiscreet caressing as it was from the jarring of the walk, and this only heightened their anticipation as well as their enjoyment of the moment. They both wanted the same thing – to indulge in and explore this new person that seemed so "right". They had been walking for more than half an hour, in no particular hurry, following the crude trail, flirting and laughing distorting the time. But when they came upon the clearing, they both knew it was the perfect spot and their short hike was over. Far enough from the group where they could revel in each other without worry of intrusion, the thick canopy of branches was broken only by a perfect circle which lighted the flat meadow at the base of the trees below. The rustle of the leaves and faint scent of the crisp, early April day added smell and sound to the sensory experience, and they were giddy from the total sensual over-load combined with their own nervousness and desire. The tree they selected was not the largest but rather the straightest, and at the edge of the clearing. One of its long branches hung awkwardly toward the middle of the glen, but it was pliable and just the right height. They started to unpack their gear at the base of the tree, and when he instructed her to remove her shirt, she was a little startled and surprised but obeyed without thought or delay. He knew that she wouldn't be immediately comfortable with her semi-nakedness, and he was amused to see her blush. Still, he enjoyed watching her as she went about the task of unpacking, and he got a quick rush from the thought of the power and control he would have over her. He would use that power wisely. On the blanket spread in the sunlit meadow, they drank wine and talked a while. Even casual conversation was hard to concentrate on, however, as he gently stroked her skin. Starting with her neck, slowly going down the valley between her tits, along her sides, then the sides and bottom fold of her breast. Her slight sigh let him know that she was happy and comfortable and ready for more, and he eagerly took his cue as the stirring in his crotch was enough to break the spell of her body. He couldn't help but smile and think that she seemed to be a good little subbie, as she eagerly fetched the rope as he had instructed. This was a telling moment, for she was known as somewhat of an "escape artist" with a perverse sense of pride in her ability to free herself from her bondage. But as they sat on the blanket, she soon realized that his skill was at least equal to hers. First one wrist, then the other, he expertly coiled the rope four times, then tied the knot which would prevent constriction of the rope when it had to bear her weight. The ropes were snug but not tight, and would not tighten further. They were inescapable, although she would not yet admit it to herself. He had chosen purple rope for this occasion. The color of royalty, for his perverted Princess. 2. They rose and moved under the branch as one, one of his arms around her, the other hand lightly stroking and squeezing her soft breast. He commanded her to strip entirely, and then he busied himself with the task of finding more rope in the hope that maybe she'd feel a little less self-conscious if he wasn't staring at her. He cut the new, heavier rope in half with the buck knife on his belt. As he threw a rope over the branch, an unknowing passerby might have thought that a lynching was in progress. And it was a type of lynching, I suppose, but one that would hopefully end in bliss rather than horror. He connected her wrist bondage to the long ropes over the branches, tested the give of the branch, then secured the ropes with just the right amount of tautness. The final result was a kind of reverse-trampoline effect – but instead of being pushed up from the ground, she was being pulled up from the sky. The same feeling she'd have if she were on the end of a bungee cord. But the flexibility of the branch served useful purposes – to lessen the strain on her shoulders, and to allow her to participate more in the activities to come. Looking up, grasping the purple ropes in her hands, she finally realized that no amount of effort would allow her to free herself, and that maybe for the first time in her life, she was truly, finally and totally at the mercy of a man who could make her cry in pain or cry in pleasure. Somehow, she knew it would be the latter, and the endorphins were already beginning to flow throughout her body. He gathered her hair back and gently blindfolded her, and her renewed sense of vulnerability made her body blush evident. Yet she stood straight and proud, anxious to prove her submissiveness and willingness to let him have his way. He stood back and admired the way she looked, all tied up like that, and his growing cock became so uncomfortable that he, too, stripped naked, but as much for the pure enjoyment of it as for the relief it provided his aching balls. She didn't know it, but he didn't especially go for skinny girls. Too bony, sometimes sex with skinny girls could be downright painful, as he was thin himself. Not to mention the minimal skin area available to beat or lick. Conversely, he was not into bbw's, either. But he did enjoy plenty of nice, soft curves. He was not especially an "ass man", or a "tit man", or a "pussy man", or a "leg man", but rather an "all of the above" man. If it was on a woman, he enjoyed it. And her body in particular.......it was neither too large nor too small. It was perfectly........perfect. The sight of it made his dick as hard as it would ever get, and he went behind her and pressed his naked front hard against her back, just because he could and he wanted to and he couldn't stop himself. Securely tied, she had been relishing the experience. The soft wisp of a slight breeze on the nakedness of her body caused small goose-bumps on her pearl white skin, and although the day was only slightly cool, the occasional rays of sun filtering through the leaves burned her skin in odd and random places. As she leaned back into him, the cold steel of his nipple rings further added to the hot-cold spectrum. One arm again hugging her waist, his hand slowly explored and caressed the front of her body, soliciting an almost inaudible, involuntary moan of pleasure. She finally surrendered, willing to concentrate only on the incredible sensations he was causing her body to feel. Unwilling to pry himself away, he spread her ass cheeks and worked his dick in the fold like a hot dog in a bun. He savored her warmth and softness for a minute, unable to prevent himself from slowly but firmly humping her backside. He knew that she was into "visuals", too, and regretted that she couldn't see the helmeted soldier peeking out of his foxhole, especially since it was such a turn on for him. Not wanting the experience to end prematurely, he slowly backed away, but to 3. tease her a little, he gently worked the head of his full-grown cock down her ass crack, lightly over her pussy lips, then over the hooded clit. She was a little surprised that it ended up so far up her belly, especially from behind, but on the other hand, she was not surprised at all. She ached for him to put it in her hungry pussy, and indeed tried to maneuver her hips to take him in, but he slowly retraced his original path until she could no longer feel his touch. She was surprised when he next grabbed her hair and yanked her head sharply backward. Not surprised that he would do it, even though he had been amazingly tender until then, but she was stunned at the timing of it. The contrast from the pleasure she had just felt between her legs and the sharp pain on her head only increased her longing and lust, thrilled again by his masterful dominance of her. The reason for the hair pull was immediately obviously, as he now had her long hair safely secured in his hand, and his wanting lips found her up-turned neck. Moist and warm, his lips first explored her jaw line, under her chin, the bottom of her neck, behind the ear, and finally her ear lobe before breathing hot and heavy in her ear, which in turn caused chills down her back. His hands explored the front of her body, and she thought she heard him moan "oh my god" as he continued to enjoy her neck and ears with his mouth. It also could have been "thank you, God" but she was too involved in the sensations on her skin to dwell on the thought. He drew away from her, and as she stood there tied and momentarily alone, she felt not the wind and the sun but rather only an excited tingle throughout her entire being. When she finally felt his hand again on her ass, she thrust it back so he could more easily enter her, sure that her torture was about to end. But she was not prepared for the well-oiled butt plug, which was a surprise and drew a tear. He knew that the body can not simultaneously feel pain and pleasure, so he administered the latter to relieve the former. He slid a rabbit fur slowly under her breasts, and soon she didn't mind her discomfort and in fact started to relish it. He used the fur expertly, back and front, sometimes applying a firm pressure which made it feel like silk, sometimes softer to feel like the breeze. He especially liked teasing her, taking the edge of the fur and brushing just a few hairs across her skin, so she could not be sure if it indeed was the breeze. He did this in places that drove her crazy, at the bottom of her ass cheeks, between and on the sides of her tits, and especially high inside her thighs right up to her inviting hairless pussy. Her frenzy was increasing, which is exactly what he wanted. What she didn't know was that the rabbit fur was half of a "vampire mitt". Adding a little pain to the pleasure excited them both, and although he was not especially a sadist, he knew it would increase her arousal and he went about his task with glee. Cupping her breast, it felt afire as he gradually pressed the pin pricks harder into her skin. She soon realized he was just as adept as with the rabbit fur. Sometimes scraping, sometimes scratching, sometimes pressing, the tacks traversed the length of her body, from upraised palms to knees, toes and soles. In certain areas in between, he reversed his hand and applied the rabbit fur again, making her entire body feel like one giant nerve ending. That was his objective. She hadn't realized it, but in the long and delicious minutes he had been caressing and kissing her, he had not yet touched "the big three".......nipples, clit and pussy. This created the effect of her orgasm emanating from her whole being and not just from her groin. While her nipples and clit did indeed ache from lack of attention, the rest of her savored his handiwork, and she entered into a state of entire body climax with mild but near-constant trembling. Allowing her to enjoy the experience for a while, he continued to maintain her state of excitement as he finally thought of his needs. His dick had remained rock-hard the whole time, 4. helped by rubbing it against her and into her at various times. This kept him in a constant, if somewhat occasionally painful, state of arousal, and he began to plan for his release as well as hers. He selected a small ice cube, bit it in half and kissed her deeply, slipping half the cube into her parched mouth. The re-hydration seemed to make her more aware of her senses, and she shivered in cold delight when he took the other cube half and ran it down her neck, between and under her breasts, and finally over her nipples. Alternating the ice with his hot breath, her nipples were hardened immediately, as hard as he. This drove him wild, and he worked feverishly to bring them both closer to climax. Able to delay no more, he put his face to her chest and fucked her tits furiously with his face. Squeezing, biting, nipping at her nipples, mashing his mouth over first one soft, lovely tit and then the other, sucking and pinching and caressing for all he was worth, he enjoyed himself thoroughly. The stubble of his day-old beard produced an abrasion in contrast to the gentle licks of his wet tongue, and she loved every minute of it. She finally could take it no more and pleaded "please, fuck me, fuck me". Instead of entering her, however, he took a riding crop and gave her a hard whack on her ass cheek, so hard the sharp pain shot down through her leg. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready", he growled, but his menacing displeasure was a façade as he firmly but lovingly yanked her hair again, then nuzzled her neck. She was amazed again at how easily he could replace the unbearable pain with unthinkable pleasure. At last he was ready to allow her orgasm, and he got on his hands and knees and eased his head between her legs. Touching her with nothing but his tongue, he traced a path up her thigh until he finally arrived at her sweet pussy. Slipping his tongue between her intimate lips, her love lube started to drip down her legs from the small opening he had created. Seeing this, he shoved his face hard into her pussy, licking like crazy, mingling their juices together into an erotic cocktail. He finally saw her sweet little clit, red and engorged, poke out from its cover, and his tongue spit the part in her legs on the way to its final destination. First gently licking, circling, then sucking and occasionally lightly biting, he teased her clit until the first small convulsions of her orgasm were evident. He stood up and put his forearms between her legs directly behind her knees. With the pull of the branch accepting more of her weight, he effortlessly lifted her off the ground, her legs around his waist. He slowly but steadily lowered her onto his steel pole, impaling her until she could feel his long cock in the back of her throat. She felt weightless, the tree branch supporting much of her weight, her legs around his waist supporting the rest. She soon discovered that by pulling on the ropes, she could raise and lower herself to help him fuck her, and with his strong hands and arms raising her ass, they soon developed a mutual rhythm. First slowly, then gathering momentum, they humped toward a feverish pace. Faster and faster, she felt the whole-body orgasm intensify, then concentrate itself and speed to her nipples when his teeth found one of the tender buds. His mouth and hand each working on one ample tit, she could do nothing but concentrate on the climax growing in her pussy. She bounced harder and harder, faster and faster, a deformed marionette at the hands of a crazed puppeteer. The intense desire raced from her nipples to her crotch, and her cunt and clit exploded together in a finale so powerful her body shuddered and shook. Her scream was piercing, but obviously one of delight and not horror. The convulsions lasted for what seemed like minutes, ebbing only when her release was so complete the blood started to drain from her head. She had been fucked almost 5. unconscious. Not wanting to take the time to untie the ropes, he found the buck knife and cut her down, her arms flopping lifelessly over his shoulders. He eased her legs imperceptibly to the ground, and she leaned into him but felt nothing but......just being. Together as one, they seemingly glided back to the middle of the clearing, repositioning the blanket in the last remaining sunbeam. He lay down on his back, one arm under his head for a pillow, and she snuggled on her side into his chest, his other arm around her caressing her tit. When they regained their senses enough to talk, they laughed as they figured out that she had lost the butt plug sometime during her bungee dance. It being April and close to Easter, they had the thought to go on a "hunt", but quickly discarded the idea when they realized that would involve moving. She knew he, too, had come, and come good, judging by the amount of sticky sex between and down her legs. But she wore the cum proudly, her badge of courage and display of devotion. Comfortable and secure, the only will they had was to allow sleep to envelope them. Lying there, she could feel his cock stir beneath her entwined leg, and realized that the whole time she had never seen his magnificent tool. She had felt it, and the things it could do to her, but could only imagine how truly beautiful it must actually look. Her last thought before the darkness came was of how she would devour it when she saw it, next time, and the sun blanketed her in sleep like a spotlight from heaven.