0 comments/ 69970 views/ 11 favorites Little Tart's Tickle Torture Picnic By: Bacomicfan "Oh, my....Danny, this is beautiful! How did you ever find this place?" Ronda's eyes were wide as she took in the incredible panorama before her. A crisp, blue lake, reflecting the surrounding elm, oak and evergreen giants, seemed so calm and flat that it appeared you could almost walk on it. Only the occasional surfacing fish or frog marred its pristine surface. In the trees overhead, several species of brightly colored birds chirped and sang their mating calls from branch to branch. Behind the more distant trees, on the opposite side of the lake, majestic blue and purple mountains rose up to greet the clear blue sky. The scene alone was breathtaking, both in its beauty and its serenity. But the piece de resistance of this magnificent natural wonder was the fact that, even though it was easily a hundred degrees on this midsummer day, only a hint of that formidable heat could be felt in the tiny, tree bordered, grassy field, where Ronda and Danny now stood, a field that slowly lost its vegetation and became more sandy as it meandered down to the shore of the lake. "This is incredible," Ronda continued to marvel, "and it's so cool here. Just a quarter mile back it was like an oven...but this wonderful breeze..." She stopped to listen to the sound of leaves and pine needles rustling, whispering to one another in the almost continuously moving air, air kept cool by the shade of the towering trees. "Hmm..I guess you do enjoy the breeze, huh?" Danny said, an ear to ear grin on his face. When Ronda followed his admiring gaze, she saw the reason for the grin. Her nipples - trapped in a flimsy but tight tube top - which had become accustomed to the searing heat, had been caught unawares by the cool breeze and were eagerly expressing their pleasure with it by trying valiantly to break out of that tube top to enjoy the breeze more directly. "You!" Ronda exclaimed, grinning herself, "is that all you think about?" "Nope," Danny replied, "but your cute butt doesn't react that way to breezes, or I'd be checking that out, too." He winked and bent to pick up the cooler he'd laid at his feet when he too had marveled at the scenery. Flinging the unwieldy blanket over his shoulder, he trudged forward. "C'mon, Ron...Paradise awaits," he said, winking back at her. Ronda likewise bent to retrieve the wicker picnic basket she'd set down. Her eyes continued to scan the amazing natural work of art ahead of and around her as she jogged to catch up with Danny. "Just a little further down is a nice little area for a picnic," Danny said as she pulled up alongside him. "It's completely shaded, and it's just beautiful. All this grass ends about thirty or forty feet from the edge of the lake, and we can put the blanket there. It's nice and flat...hardly any rocks or stones. It's surrounded by trees and it's about as secluded as you can get. You're gonna love it." "I already do," she replied, still admiring the beauty around her. "But, how did you find out about this place?" "Well, actually, I just went exploring one day. It was back before I met you, and I just needed some thinking time...so I just roamed around is all...found this place completely by accident." "Um...Danny...how do you know this isn't private property? We could be trespassing." "Oh, Ronda....you wound me," he said, faking a grimace of pain and clutching his chest, "Do you think I'd bring you here, or anywhere, without checking it out first? Oh...the pain," he continued his cheesy acting. "Oh, all right, Mr. Martyr," she tossed back at him, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow, "so, then, who does own this?" "Actually, the state owns it. As far as I could find out, it's sort of like a state park. But I've come here at least a dozen times and I've never seen anyone anywhere near this place. It's like some well kept secret. Let's hope it stays that way." Then, looking at Ronda with a soft smile, he added, "I'd sure hate to share this lovely spot with anyone but you." Ronda smiled back, blushed slightly, and then crooked her free arm through his...walking the remaining distance to the picnic area arm in arm with him. As Danny had told her, the closer they got to the sparkling lake, the more sparse the grass became. The ground beneath their sneakered feet was smooth and mostly rock free, only the occasional pebble breaking up the softness of the earth. And as they trod ever closer to the lake, what little grass remained fanned out to the left and right, forming a semicircle around the almost sandy soil. Fifty feet from the shore of the lake, a natural clearing was formed, nearly sand smooth and bordered on all sides by wispy grass and several towering trees. Ronda marveled at it. It almost seemed as if it had been sculpted this way...for her and Danny to personally enjoy. Stopping almost dead center of the clearing, Danny set down the cooler to one side, near a soft and lonely tuft of gently swaying grass. He looked at Ronda and said, "Well, this seems like a perfect spot for the blanket," and he slipped the blanket off his shoulder. Ronda moved aside slightly as he began shaking out the blanket, holding it by one end so it would unfold and spread out as he slowly lowered it to the ground. The gentle breeze almost seemed to be helping him, as it puffed out the blanket completely as it slowly wafted to the soft earth. The position of the blanket afforded a perfect view of the lake, picturesquely framed on either side by shading trees. Danny wasn't far from the mark when he said, "Paradise awaits," for if it wasn't Paradise, it was certainly a very good copy. Ronda was still admiring the view when Danny retrieved the cooler and brought it to the edge of the blanket. "Ron," he said, "I'm starving. What delicious goodies have you packed for us?" She looked down at him and smiled, seeing him already making himself comfortable on the blanket, lying on his side and likewise gazing out over the vista. "Well," she quipped, "I guess you've been a good boy, finding this incredible place and all...so I'll show you what I've brought." She sat on the blanket facing him, cross legged, with the picnic basket at her side. She opened one half of the hinged top and rummaged inside. From its depths she pulled a wrapped sandwich, which she handed over to Danny, saying, "This one's yours, oh man of mine. I made it nice and thick, because I know you're a man of hearty appetites." She used the pleural form of the word, knowing full well he would get her meaning. He did, and returned her wink with a wink of his own, and a sly smile. Danny immediately unwrapped the sandwich and began devouring it. He really was hungry. It had been a long drive, and a long trek through fields and forest alike...and they hadn't eaten all morning. Here it was, just after 1 pm, and her man was indeed famished enough to attack the thick sandwich with great enthusiasm. Ronda unwrapped another sandwich and began gnawing away at it herself, not realizing at first how hungry she was. Between bites, Ronda again rummaged in the basket, bringing out the usual picnic sundries...a bag of potato chips, a plastic canister filled to the brim with macaroni salad, napkins, plastic forks, paper plates and two plastic wine glasses. "Now it's your turn, Danny...bring out that lovely bottle of wine, please?" Brushing crumbs off his hands and lips, Danny sat up and turned to the cooler, flipping off the lid. His right hand dove down into the sea of ice cubes and captured its prize...a long necked bottle of Chardonnay. As if he were a wine connoisseur, Danny held up the bottle and eyed it approvingly for several seconds, watching the moisture drip down the bottle, from it's tapered tip to its round, flat base. "Um...are we going to drink it, or just admire it?" Ronda couldn't help commenting with a slight snicker. "Oh...I see we took our wise ass pills this morning, did we? My dear, you might just pay for that little quip before this day is through," was his eye twinkling response. "Yeah, yeah...promises, promises," she chided, "c'mon, Mr. Wine Expert...let's actually taste some of it, shall we?" "Of course, lovely lady. I was just admiring it's shape...especially the neck...long and round and so firm. I'm surprised you don't appreciate those qualities," he said with a grin and a wink. "Oh, you will never let me live that down, will you?" she said, shaking her head and blushing ever so slightly, "Just pour us some wine before I dehydrate, will you, please?" Her short giggle had a nervous tinge to it. From the basket, once again Ronda's hand pulled an object, this time a corkscrew, which she handed to Danny. "As Milady wishes," Danny said, taking the corkscrew from her. He quickly unwrapped the cap, and applied the corkscrew to the thankfully cooperative cork, popping it out with a flourish, saying, "Voila! We have refreshment!" With a wicked grin, he then slowly stroked the neck of the bottle, up and down, for Ronda's benefit. "Oh, stop that!" she said, blushing more brightly this time, "Just pour!" She held out the two glasses in front of her. Danny, chuckling, poured the wine, filling each deep glass about two-thirds full. Ronda handed him his glass and immediately began sipping from her own. As they sipped, their eyes locked, and they grinned at one another. Danny teasingly flicked his tongue along the edge of his glass. Ronda countered by slowly licking along the stem of her glass, all the way from it's rounded base to the lip. They both continued to grin throughout. A stalemate had been reached....for now. The two teasing lovers ended their mutual visual stimulation and returned to the task of enjoying their meal and their wine. They chatted happily, admired the beautiful lake and its surroundings, hungrily devoured their picnic repast, and just relaxed, just being pleased with each others company. And, of course, every so often, one or both of them would tease and tempt the other. It was a beautiful, perfect day. Nothing more could be asked for. After their long overdue lunch was ended, the two of them lay back on the soft blanket and looked up at the sky, the wispy clouds and the sky-seeking trees. Again they talked and laughed. The serenity and absolutely perfect peacefulness of this day seemed to seep into their bodies and minds, relaxing them completely...or... was it the wine? This was certainly possible, as between the two of them, the bottle was soon emptied. And then something seemed to strike both of them simultaneously. They had driven and walked for hours to reach this spot. There was nothing anywhere near them except a vast lake and hundreds of acres of trees. They were totally alone...the ultimate outdoor privacy. In unison, Danny's and Ronda's heads snapped to face each other. They grinned. No one was around to see them in this miraculous place. No one...no one at all. This fact was not lost on either of them, and already the gears were beginning to turn. With his tongue inserted deeply into his left cheek, Danny made a confession to Ronda. "Um...Ron...you'll never guess what I went and did." His eyes glinted with mischievous delight. "Oh, my....should I even ask?" she replied, "What is it you've gone and done, Danny?" "Well, I snuck something into that huge picnic basket of yours just as we left the car." He sighed an exaggerated sigh, holding the back of one hand against his forehead in an overly dramatic gesture of guilt His hammy act continued, "I know it's purely evil of me, but I couldn't resist...knowing I'd have you all to myself up here where no one could come to your rescue." He looked at her and winked. Ronda's interest was piqued. She literally quivered with anticipation, knowing Danny's wickedly inventive mind. "And what evil thing have you placed in my basket, sir?" she asked with a delighted grin. She didn't want to look for herself, because that would ruin the fun. "Well," he sighed, "just a little something to keep you still while I have some fun with you. Something to keep you from fighting back while I....." He purposely stopped, building the suspense. Suddenly he pounced on her, fingers wiggling energetically. As those energized fingers came in contact with Ronda's soft flesh just below the bottom of her tube top, he finished his statement. "While I tickle you senseless, my dear." Lying on her back and squirming fitfully, she struggled under his tickling fingers. She giggled uncontrollably, and Danny continued to attack, smiling wickedly. After tickling her mercilessly for several minutes, Ronda gasping for air and pleading for mercy, he finally stopped his assault. But he lowered himself down onto her, his weight pressing on her, and leered at her, his wicked grin making her tingle all over. He kissed her once lightly on the lips and then leaned to the side to whisper in her ear. "How would my little tart like to be all tied up and tickled mercilessly until her panties get all nice and wet...hmmmm?" Hearing that, and looking up at his grinning face, had already started the moistening process in Ronda's panties, and she began to breathe heavily...craving more. "Mmmm..." she said, "Little tart would like that very much, sir." "Wonderful," he replied, "then I'll get the rope I hid in your basket, and I'll see what I can do about that very thing. And who knows where it all might lead. Tickling might very well just be the tip of the iceberg for you, hon." He laughed secretly at his knowing pun. He got up off of her and went to the basket. True to his word, he brought forth from it several coils of rope. He held them up tantalizingly and said, "Remind me to thank you for always using this huge basket when we go on picnics," Tingling all over, she replied, "Oh, yeah...don't worry, I will." It came out as more a sigh than anything else. With faked outrage, she quickly added, "Hey! No wonder that basket was so heavy!" Danny laughed at her cute and all too enticing pout. Putting the rope down on the blanket, Danny again sat next to Ronda. Tickling her lightly, his hands began to remove her tube top, which she did not resist in the slightest. "Now, my sexy li'l tart, I'm going to take all these nasty old clothes off of you and take you over to that nice, big tree over there," he pointed behind her to a huge oak that had at least a four foot diameter trunk and low hanging branches. "And when we get there," he continued, "I'm going to tie you up nice and snug and have my way with you. You don't mind, do you, my li'l tart?" "No," she sighed, as his hands lifted her tube top up over her head and dropped it on the blanket, "No..not at all, sir....do as you will with me." Danny grinned, already eyeing her lush breasts and interested nipples. Oh, yes, Danny was going to play...and Ronda would love every minute of it. Danny again forced Ronda down onto her back, tickling the sides of her ribs and under her arms. She again giggled hysterically, squirming and pretending to try to escape. Another cool breeze blew over them, and Ronda's nipples showed their appreciation of it...free to enjoy it at last. Danny lowered his head and started tickling all around one nipple with his flicking tongue, the tip just barely touching Ronda's aureola in it's ever shrinking circular path. His fingers continued their relentless invasion of her ribs and armpits. He tickled his way down her sides until his hands came in contact with her tight shorts. Not wanting to stop the tickling, but wanting to remove her shorts at the same time, Danny resorted to misdirection...distraction. His mouth captured the nipple he'd been licking around and sucked on it. Ronda approved. But Danny kept one hand busy enough still tickling her that his other hand was free to unclasp her shorts. It wasn't easy with all the squirming she was doing. Perseverance won out, however, and he soon had her unclasped and open. Her own squirming helped with the next part. With quickness born of repetition, Danny sat up, grasped her shorts firmly, and tugged. Ronda's still wriggling hips were yanked up off the blanket, and her pants were down around her knees before she could even stop giggling. To make sure Ronda's "torment" continued unabated, he quickly began tickling her behind her knees, watching her bouncing breasts as she laughed and squirmed. Tickling behind one knee, he used his other hand to quickly untie her sneaker. She was too busy laughing herself to tears to have even the slightest chance of stopping him. With the speed of thought, that untied sneaker was removed. Danny noted to himself how grateful he was that Ronda often wore her sneakers without socks beneath. It made this so much easier. Another switch, another flash of speed, and the other sneaker was untied and removed....Ronda at this point gasping for air and begging Danny to stop. She knew better. Once Danny started tickling her, he never stopped until she was panting and so turned on that she would let him do almost anything. And that was exactly his intent now. With both sneakers removed, Danny's hands went back up to those delightfully tight shorts and tugged them the remaining distance down her legs. Off they flew into the breeze-filled air of Paradise. Danny, pleased, looked down at his still tearing, lovely, nearly naked prey. He grinned. So did she. Danny watched her for a moment, taking pleasure in the way her breasts slowly stopped bouncing and rippling in the aftermath of her squirming and giggling. Seeing this, she teased, deliberately shaking her chest to get her breasts moving again, enticing Danny to further acts of delicious torture. Danny leaned over and grabbed the rope, snatching it with the speed of a python. Ronda jumped and giggled nervously from the sudden movement. Her entire body was crackling with expectant energy now, on the verge of laughing and squirming with every movement he made. Clad only in panties now, Ronda felt herself being scooped up in Danny's arms. He stood up, holding her, and just stood there looking into her eyes for a few seconds, letting her tingle with the anticipation. Then he marched directly over to the tree he'd indicated to her earlier and stood her in front of it. "Now, my naughty little tart...I'm going to tie you to this nice, big tree and tickle you senseless. And then, when you're all nice and wet and you can barely breathe, I'm going to do other things to you, too." He put his arms around her and kissed her, his eyes twinkling with mischievous glee. Ronda was grinning...and already squirming. When he dropped the rope to the ground at her feet, Ronda could see that it wasn't a single long length of rope, but several separate lengths of rope...and quite a bit of it. Again she tingled with anticipation. Holding her hands over her head, Danny used one length of rope to tie them together, then threw the rope over a low branch directly above them and tied the free end around her wrists again...nice and sturdy...tight.., so that her arms were held straight up over her head with minimal slack. Ronda bit her lip, smiling. She could feel a wetness beginning in her panties. "Mmm...," Danny sighed, "I love how you look right now...all tied up for the taking...naked...well, almost." "So now what are you gonna do, Danny? Just stare at me?" she teased. "Oooh, you really are quite the little tart, aren't you?" he replied. "Oh, no, hon...I'm gonna do much more...maybe even a thing or two you're not expecting. But, first, I need to get rid of these." Getting down on his knees, Danny slowly began removing Ronda's panties. He deliberately slid them down her thighs and calves very, very slowly, looking up into her eyes as the panties moved inch by inch. She was again biting her lip, and squirming. The only time she stopped biting her lip, was to sigh. When he got the panties down to the ground, he lifted her feet one at a time and helped her step out of them. With a casual flip of his wrist he flung the panties in the direction of the blanket. The result was something he probably would never be able to do again in a thousand years. The panties landed on the upright, empty bottle of wine, and slowly slid down it's length, from tip to base. The moisture on the bottle (and on the panties, too) made the trip a slow one, and both Danny and Ronda watched with twinkling eyes. Simultaneously, both of them thought how symbolic it was...in more ways than one. They couldn't help but grin at each other. Little Tart's Tickle Torture Picnic "Now, little tart," Danny said with an ever widening grin, "time for Danny to play." Ronda was immediately tingling all over. Still on his knees, Danny lifted first one foot, then the other, tickling them mercilessly. Again Ronda laughed until her eyes teared. Still Danny tickled, centering on her soles and the bases of her toes. When he tickled one foot, she hopped on the other, giggling. The hopping continued on the other foot when he switched tender victims. Eventually, he stopped tickling her feet, but wasted no time in moving up her calves to another ticklish spot...behind her knees. With both hands free now, he could tickle behind both knees at once, and he took immense pleasure in watching Ronda dance and hop...and again looking up at those delightfully bouncing breasts. A quick glance between her thighs also gave him an insight into just how much his lady was enjoying this. That glistening patch was a giveaway every time. Stll kneeling, Danny found another favorite tickle spot. Reaching behind Ronda, he brushed his fingers lightly just below the bottom curve of her buttocks. Again she howled and danced...and again his fingers showed no mercy. How he wanted to cup those cheeks and fondle them, but he'd have plenty of time for that later. Right now, he wanted to tease and tickle his honey, because he knew that when all this was done, he'd have a lovemaking wildcat on his hands...a purring sweetie who'd please him like no other woman ever had or ever could. Still tickling below those sweet cheeks, Danny leaned forward and started licking Ronda's belly with the tip of his tongue, playing it so lightly along her flesh that it barely touched her. The dual assault on her bottom and her belly had her moaning between giggles. Then, a slight variation. One hand remained teasing her behind, his tongue still tickled around her navel, but one hand moved...slipping between her legs. With the lightest touch she'd ever felt, Danny's fingers began tickling her rapidly moistening slit and the soft areas around it. Fingers played below her cheeks, a tongue danced lightly on her heaving belly, and barely sensed fingers tickled lightly in her sex. Ronda was in writhing, squirming, giggling Heaven. Still Danny was not content with what he was doing. He wanted to try something new. Almost with the speed of thought, Danny lifted Ronda's legs and hoisted one over each of his shoulders, his head high up between her thighs, not far from the greatest prize of all. With her legs up on him like that, both hands were free to alternate tickling her bottom and then lightly tickling her belly. Sometimes one hand would tickle her belly while the other did likewise to her bottom...his hands moving about as they pleased, finding soft, tender flesh to tease and tickle and torture. Meanwhile his tongue took the liberty of lightly playing on her inner thighs and along the creases between thighs and mound. Ronda's legs bounced and squirmed on his shoulders. Her bottom jiggled in his hands. Looking up, he saw her breasts bouncing in her gleeful struggles as well. The scent of her nearby flower made his mind reel and want more, but he kept himself in check. All in good time, he told himself. Eventually, fingers and tongue stopped torturing Ronda...but only for the moment. Danny took her legs off his shoulders and lowered her feet lightly to the ground. He stood up, watching her again biting her lip. Smiling, he stepped back, allowing her to catch her breath. Just before he turned to walk away, Ronda saw his eyes twinkle and his lips curl into an evil grin. "Don't go away...I'll be right back," he teased, walking toward the blanket. Ronda was having too much difficulty catching her breath to push out the "Wise ass" comment she so wanted to utter. Danny again opened the picnic basket and produced a small paper bag. "Something else you didn't know was in there, Ron." His smile was that of someone who'd gotten away with yet another evil deed. He walked back to her, opening the bag as he went, taking two small objects out of it. The bag, no longer needed to hide his toys, he crumpled and tossed onto the blanket. He held up the two objects for Ronda to see. A blindfold, and a small gold and green, metallic canister. Ronda shivered with delight at the sight of the blindfold, but had no clue what the canister was. She was slightly disappointed when Danny pushed the blindfold into his pocket, but she knew full well that he wouldn't have brought it if he didn't intend to use it. And the anticipation of it's use alone was awesome. "I saw this in a catalog about a month ago, and just had to get it," he said. "It's called honey dust. It's a light powder that you're supposed to spread all over your lover during foreplay. But the best part is this," he said, opening the lid of the canister and pulling out an object that fluffed out as soon as it escaped the confines of the canister. "It's called a honey duster," he smiled, "it's what you use to spread the powder on with." He held the object a few inches from Ronda's excited eyes. The "honey duster" was a small feather duster, about six inches long. From a short, wooden handle sprouted about three dozen four inch long feathers, light and gossamer, that spread out and swayed gently in the breeze. Danny placed the canister of powder on the ground and put the lid back on it. He again held the feathered duster in front of Ronda. "I got to thinking," he continued, "since you're so ticklish...how might this little feather duster feel on certain parts of you? Intriguing, isn't it? I mean, it's so light and feathery. I'll bet it can tickle you 'til you wet yourself. What do you think?" Before she could reply, Danny strode up to her so that his body was against hers, and said, "Don't you think something like this could be used to tickle someone intensely?" Again before she could reply, Ronda saw the feathers disappear from view...and immediately felt them on her inner thighs...along her belly...around to her bottom....gliding ever so lightly on her flesh. She trembled and sighed. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Danny kissed those parted lips, but only briefly. He had so much more to do, after all. The duster moved along gracefully below her cheeks, under her arms, along her belly...and then zeroed in between her legs. Every stroke of the feathers was done with ultimate care and finesse. The ultra fine feathers barely touched her soft skin as Danny brushed lightly and slowly, each stroke designed to drive sensitive flesh insane. When he caressed her belly with it, her abdominal muscles spasmed and jerked as she giggled uncontrollably. Likewise her inner thigh muscles spasmed repeatedly on light contact with the flimsy feathers. But it was seeing her crotch area twitch when stroked with the duster that most amused, and aroused, Danny....and quite probably Ronda as well. Using one hand to play the duster along her pussy lips, tickling and teasing, Danny leaned against Ronda, his lips lightly caressing her neck, his warm breath tickling it and her sensitive earlobes. The light tickling was but a ploy...a lull. Instantly, he reached to her side and began tickling her rib cage again, all the while keeping the feathers busy on pussy and belly and thighs. His hot mouth licked and kissed her neck and ears...his lips happily capturing her earlobes and sucking on them...his tongue tickling behind her ears. Ronda was awash in sensation....licking, sucking, tickling...fingers, feathers and mouth. From her head to her very wet slit, she tingled. An erotic mouth, tickling fingers, torturously soft and smooth feathers...all combined to make her crazy. Again she squirmed and giggled and sighed. But as much as she laughed, as much as tears streamed down her face, she was also sighing and yearning for more. Danny sensed this, and decided to raise things up a notch or two. He stopped his multiple assault on Ronda's senses and again backed off, letting her recover, if only briefly. It was time for the blindfold...and other things...to come into play. Danny pulled the blindfold from his pocket, and dangled it in front of Ronda's wide eyes. She not only bit her lip, but licked both lips as well. Danny saw the glint in her eyes and said to her, "Well, now, my little tart, Danny is going to blindfold you and play some more. You'd like that, wouldn't you, tart?" Ronda could only sigh, lick her lips, and nod. She didn't have the breath for words. Danny slowly blindfolded her, whispering in her ear, "Danny's little tart is such a good girl...so accommodating." Ronda shivered and tingled. She could just imagine what wonderful things he had in mind for her. When she was securely blindfolded, Danny said, "And now that your hands are tied and you can't see, I just need to do one last thing. I'm going to tie your legs so that they're spread nice and wide for me. Just stand there and I'll do everything, Ron. You just think about what's coming." Ronda's brain and body crackled with kinetic energy. Another length of rope was brought forth. Danny tied one end around her right ankle, then walked the rope around the trunk of the tree. He spread her legs as far apart as he wanted them, and then tied the other ankle securely. Again, he left very little slack in the rope. Ronda was now tied spread-eagle. Danny admired his lovely lady. Hands tied above her head, blindfolded, legs bound and spread wide. What an incredible sight...naked and his to play with. He could almost see the shivering excitement that Ronda was feeling. He knew her so well, knew she must be ready to explode..first from anticipation, and then from pleasure. So vulnerable..so completely at his mercy. It was time to play. "Mmmm.....now, my lovely little tart...time for Danny to REALLY get you going. Does Ronda wanna play?" "Oh, yes...you know I do, Danny." she sighed through panting lips, "God, this is so ncredible." "All right then, let's play." This time, she couldn't see his grin. She was briefly confused as she heard him walking away from her. She heard a sound she couldn't quite recognize, but the following sound was distinctly recognizable. She heard Danny's hand rummaging around in the cooler. She could hear the floating ice cubes crunching and banging together as his hand swirled around in them. "My," Danny teased from a distance, "these ice cubes are cold." Bound securely, barely able to move, Ronda squirmed. Danny returned to her. She could feel the cold before the ice actually touched her skin. Just holding it close to her flesh produced goosebumps on it. And Ronda again squirmed. Danny chuckled in her ear, "Warm day, little tart...I think I should cool you off a bit, don't you?" Ronda started writhing immediately, squirming but barely able to move. With a grin on his face, Danny watched her again chew her lower lip as he touched one ice cube to each of her shoulders, letting them melt as he ran them downward along her skin toward her breasts. As he watched cool droplets trickle toward her nipples, he noticed with glee that both of those nipples were taut and waiting. From his palm he popped a third cube into his mouth. As his hands slowly brought their own ice cubes down to Ronda's heaving breasts, he moved the cube in his mouth to one side so he could lock his lips around one hardened nipple. Once he had the nipple in his mouth, he brought the ice to bear on it, and Ronda shuddered and sighed. While his two hands caressed her breasts with melting ice, sometimes dripping the frigid water on them from above, his mouth moved from nipple to nipple, surrounding them with the freezing sensation as he sucked them. Ronda wasn't giggling anymore, but she certainly was squirming...and moaning. And a new phase of her bound torture had begun... Ronda was once again awash in sensations. The blindfold obstructing her sight made every one of those sensations more stark, exaggerated, enhanced a hundredfold. The loss of her sight made her other senses more acute, and that made everything Danny was doing to her body seem that much more intense, and the increasing shudders she was beginning to experience were not from the cold of the ice, unless the burning fire inside her contrasted against the tingling icy sensations outside were in some small way causing them. Danny's icily frigid mouth moved about her breasts and nipples, his cold tongue lapping and savoring them, his chilled teeth nipping taut nipples, his icy lips sucking. The bound Ronda could only squirm and sigh, to Danny's unending pleasure. Unable to see, Ronda never knew where the next icy drop would caress her body. Danny deliberately moved his hands to different areas of her body, running and dripping ice all over her. After a few minutes, however, the ice in his hands and mouth melted, and he had to go back to the cooler for more. Realizing this delay in their fun was not acceptable, he dragged the cooler over to the tree, where he would be able to simply bend down for a new supply of ice with which to torture his tasty little tart. Danny not only filled his hands with ice, but cupped them so he could fill the palms with some of the cooler's icy water. Turning his palms downward, he allowed the cold water to dribble onto Ronda's already goosefleshed breasts, watching with a wicked grin as the nipples became more firm and pleading. Again he put ice in his mouth and savored nipples and breasts, nipping both breasts with frozen teeth. His hands ran ice all along both her sides, but then they moved in opposite directions. One hand moved behind her, running the freezing cube along her buttocks, and then along the cleavage between them. Slowly he ran the ice up and down that crevice, letting freezing water drip and dribble into it, even pushing the ice slightly between those cheeks for added torture. His other hand wandered forward to her heaving and spasming belly. Here, too, he alternated lightly caressing her stomach flesh with the cubes and then dripping melted ice on it. Ronda was chewing her lip with conviction at this triple attack on her body...breasts, bottom and belly simultaneously feeling the frigid sting of icy hands and mouth. Her eyes still covered in blackness, Ronda was mildly startled when Danny's mouth ceased its frozen assault on her tortured nipples. She heard him move, but couldn't tell at first that he'd gotten down on his knees again. She heard his hands swimming about in the ice-filled cooler again and she involuntarily tensed up...a combination of expectation and erotic dread. Her lower lip was getting a bit raw from her constantly licking and chewing it. With a sudden, freezing jolt, she felt Danny's cold hands once again on her body. This time, the sensation made her jump and gasp loudly...for this time Danny had chosen a most sensitive place. With the lightest of touches, he placed the tip of one corner of an ice cube so that it just barely touched the soft petals of her succulent flower. Still just barely caressing the tips of her lips with the ice, Danny ran the cube slowly back and forth along them. Ronda's legs tensed, flexed muscles tightening. With a chuckle, Danny noticed she stood on tiptoe, her curled toes digging into the soft earth around the tree. He wondered how difficult it must be for her to stand on tiptoe like that with her legs tied so wide apart. She must be in such exquisite agony...and ecstasy. He continued to play in her pussy with the ice, always lightly touching it with the cube, playing in the folds. Sometimes he used his other hand to run another ice cube up between her legs to her bottom again, and other times he contented himself with sliding the ice along her inner thighs. But the hand teasing her sex stayed put. "Oh my God, Danny...Oh...my.....!" she exclaimed, her legs still tense and toes still digging deeply into the earth. "Danny....Danny...you have to stop...really.....it's driving me crazy. It's wonderful..but, oh my God!..." Danny dropped all the ice he had in his hands to the ground, and then continued to rub her bottom and pussy with his cold hands, playing, his hands slowly warming again. He allowed himself the selfish pleasure of fingering Ronda between her legs for a bit, exploring both outside and inside her sex. He even allowed his tongue, now much warmer, to play in those same areas, just to tease and taunt her before moving on to his next plan. He had to stifle an outright laugh as he thought about what he was going to do next. He knew she might be shocked at first, but she'd end up eagerly embracing the idea. Of that he had no doubt. "So," he said, standing up again, "Is my little tart having fun?" "Oh, yes....this is driving me crazy. You are going to have to undress very soon Danny and fill me with that incredible cock of yours. And I mean SOON, Danny!" He moved up close to her and said in a very soft, even voice, "Oh, I'm going to fill you, Ron...in just a few seconds, too. But," he chuckled lightly, "maybe not in the way you expect." He couldn't see her eyes under the blindfold, but her face took on a confused look, so he quickly added, "Oh, don't worry...my little tart is gonna love this." Ronda had no idea what he was planning, but if he said she'd love it, she was sure she would. "Don't go away," he snickered, "I'll be right back." Under normal circumstances she would have fired back a sarcastic "Ha ha," but she was too busy thinking about what was to come. She heard him drag the cooler back to the blanket, and then heard his steady gait back to her. He stopped directly in front of her, very close. "I want you to feel something," he said. "Oh, right, Danny," she sneered, "If you want me to touch your pee pee, you're going to have to untie at least one of my hands. I mean, no offense, hon...but you're not THAT big." He laughed out loud. "My 'pee pee'?" His laughing continued, "No, hon...it's not my cock I want you to feel...well, at least not yet. Here, this is what I want you to feel...and I don't even have to untie you." She felt something pressed against her bound left hand. It was hard, round and smooth...as smooth as....glass? "Oh, my God, Danny. Tell me you're not going to do what I think you're going to do." "Oh, yeah, " he grinned, though she couldn't see it, "I know how much you like this. You told me yourself." Ronda couldn't breathe. After everything he'd done to her, this was the topper. This would send her over the edge and beyond. Her entire body crackled with energy. Her toes dug deeper into the ground. She squirmed. Her breathing became erratic and extremely rapid. Her heart pounded. And her poor lower lip once again suffered chewing abuse. Danny pressed his body against hers, kissed her mouth lightly and then leaned to whisper in her right ear. "It may not be a root beer bottle, hon, but I'm sure it'll do. In fact, I think the neck on this bottle is quite a bit longer, and might be much more fun for you. You'll have to let me know if you agree." A wide grin threatened to split his face in two. He pulled the bottle away from her hand and lowered it. The grin she still couldn't see was wider than ever. A split second later she felt the lip of the wine bottle pressed against her moist pussy lips, moving in a circular motion as it slowly worked its way between them. The wetness between her legs increased easily by the power of ten. Danny again leaned against her, this time whispering in her left ear, "I'm going to teach you to play Truth or Dare without me, hon. You're into bottles, huh? Well, let me see if I can make you feel real good with this one. I'm willing to bet I can." Before pulling back, he sucked briefly on her earlobe and licked from her jawline down her neck, then lower, to again suck on one firm nipple. He could feel Ronda shivering with anticipation. Danny teased her between her legs with the lip of the bottle, taking a long time to slowly insert it even a half inch into her. She squirmed more than at any other time during this entire session, straining at her ropes, sighing and moaning more loudly with each fraction of an inch that he slipped the bottle neck inside her. Little Tart's Tickle Torture Picnic Danny drove her crazy. He moved the bottle all around inside her, pushing the neck in a tiny bit, then rotating the bottle around in a circle, then using short, quick, in and out movements. Ronda was dripping, gasping. He continued to slowly insert the bottle's neck into her, inch by slow, torturous inch. He could even feel Ronda using her vaginal muscles to try to suck the bottle in more quickly, but he immediately thwarted her attempts to do so. He loved making her nuts like this. And he wanted to remain in control. Finally, he had the neck all the way up inside her. She was bucking her hips, starting a gyrating rhythm. Danny felt it was time to finally let his lady climax. One hand held the bottle firmly, matching her rhythm as it slipped the long neck deeply inside her, then back out, then in and out again...over and over. Ronda's vaginal muscles finally got their way, sucking the bottle deep inside, then letting it slide partially out again. In short, either the bottle was humping Ronda, or Ronda was humping the bottle. Danny's other hand indulged itself with her breasts and behind, either equally pleasant to fondle. He kissed her panting mouth passionately and told her over and over again how she was the sexiest woman he ever knew, and how he'd do anything to please her, to make her come. As her breathing became more and more rapid, Danny beseeched her to come. Keeping the bottle moving inside her, he lowered his other hand to stroke and squeeze her clit, all the while telling her how much he wanted her to come. Finally, all the deliciously decadent sensations Ronda had experienced this day caught up with her. All the intense tickling, the ice cube torture, the bondage and sight depravation, and now this...this incredible wine bottle fuck!...all of it came crashing down directly between her legs. With a shudder and a loud moan, bordering on a scream, Ronda's juices flowed. She came hotly around Danny's clit-pinching fingers and the burrowing wine bottle. She moaned and rocked, stretching her binding ropes to their limits She would have screamed even more had Danny's mouth not been suffocating her with hungry kisses. Throughout her intense orgasm, Danny kept the bottle and his fingers active, though it was difficult to keep up with Ronda's hopping and bucking. This was one of the strongest orgasms Danny had ever seen Ronda have, and he was beside himself with the deep, warm feelings that gave him...knowing he had done this for her. He continued to thrust his tongue into her mouth, nearly having to pull it out at one point, because in her passion she nearly bit it. But his hands milked her climax for all it was worth, refusing to stop what they were doing until she was completely spent. And thanks to the various erotic stimuli she had experienced, that orgasm was not only long...but multiple. Every time Danny thought her bucking was beginning to subside, it began anew, and he was astounded by it. When Ronda's climax finally did ebb, both of them were exhausted. Ronda slumped against the tree, not even feeling the rough bark against her back and shoulders. Her heart was still racing and her pulse pounded in her ears. Her chest still heaved and she breathed short, shallow breaths...but she grinned from ear to ear. Danny sat down on the ground, and for the first time got a total view of her. She was incredible in her nakedness, her face flushed with her satisfaction. Already mostly erect, Danny watched her sigh and moan against the tree, still tied and blindfolded. Arms and legs still bound, she nonetheless squirmed and squealed her pleasure, stretching and sighing as if she'd just finished a long and restful sleep. Her nest and inner thighs dripped, some of it sweat, but mostly not. And Danny's eyes feasted on her. The erection in his shorts grew with every part of her he admired. Still holding the wine bottle, he looked at it...almost jealous of it...of its good fortune at having been inside Ronda. And the mere thought made his loins stir still more. His shorts became confining, and he took to rubbing himself as he looked up at his lovely little tart. Unable to resist, he lifted the wine bottle to his lips, running his own lips along the lip of the bottle. He tasted Ronda on it, and his desire grew. He shoved his balled fist into his groin, trying to quell the fire burning there, but found that to be a nearly impossible task. He wanted Ronda so badly, but he knew her pussy was probably sensitive right now....at least her clit if nothing else, and he didn't want to try to ravage her just yet. He wanted to be a considerate lover...but it was so, so difficult. Seeing her naked and vulnerable like that, he wanted to rip off his clothes and shove his swollen cock deep inside her, and ride her right there against that tree until he couldn't move anymore. Fighting that urge took every ounce of control he had. To try to take his mind off things, and let Ronda cool down (and hopefully renew her strength for more fun to come, this time involving a long, hard object with flesh on it), Danny decided to take off his sneakers, socks and shirt in preparation for any further sex play. He decided against removing his shorts and briefs because that would only fuel his own fire. He watched Ronda slowly recover her senses as he disrobed. Ronda cocked her head to one side, listening. Even without seeing, the familiar sounds alone told her what was happening. She licked her lips. Her body interrupted its recovery process, and hormones began to surge anew. Blood rushed to her nipples and to the tender flesh between her legs. Nipples again became taut. Her sex once more slickened. "Mmmm...." she said huskily, "would that sound be my incredible hunk of a lover removing his clothes?" Danny smiled and said, "Don't worry, hon...I'll let you relax a bit before taking my turn. Want me to untie you for a bit?" "Untie me? Why? And who says I want to relax? You know I love being fucked while I'm tied up. So, why don't you bring that big, sexy dick of yours over here and fill me up with it?" Danny's interest was piqued, but he was still hesitant, thinking Ronda was just being sweet, thinking of him instead of herself. She quickly eased his mind on that account. "Ooooh..." she purred, wiggling as seductively as she could under the circumstances, "don't you want some of this, Danny, or is a wine bottle all I get to have in there today?" She thrust her hips forward, bending slightly at the knees to spread her legs as far as she could. The ropes stretched and scraped against the tree trunk. She looked at once awkward and seductive, and the latter had much more effect on Danny than the former. With a smile he said, "You really ARE a little tart, aren't you, Ron?" "Guilty as charged," she replied, licking her lips and still seductively thrusting her hips at him. Danny couldn't take the pressure anymore. Hell, he thought, if she wanted to be fucked who was he to deny her? He removed his shorts and briefs in a flash, being careful when removing both because he was thoroughly engorged and didn't want to risk any physical damage. At this point in the proceedings, that would be tragic indeed. Naked, his throbbing member standing straight out before him, Danny strode purposefully to Ronda. His arms circled her waist and he pressed himself against her. His erect muscle slipped directly between her legs, the top of the shaft gliding along her slit as the head passed between her thighs and pulsed up and down against the bottoms of her cheeks. Ronda sighed as soon as she felt the rigid flesh slip between her legs. Danny started kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring the hot cavern of her mouth. She returned the favor, their hot tongues dancing together. His hands freely explored her body, fondling, squeezing, probing ever curve, every nook, every cranny. They sighed into each others mouths. Each of Danny's hands clamped on a soft buttock as he entered her. He pulled his penis back far enough to slip it between her pouting lips and then thrust it deep inside her. She was so moistened by lust that he had no difficulty whatsoever slipping right in. His passion had been building for quite some time, and his frustrated cock now needed to be surrounded by the hot, sucking walls of Ronda's burning cavern. Once inside her, Danny couldn't hold back his deep, throaty moan. "Oh, God, yes.....fuck your little tart," Ronda cried, thrusting her hips to meet his. "Give me all you've got, Danny. Give it to me now!" It was as if Ronda had never even had an orgasm...that's how eager and horny she was. And that eagerness fueled Danny's desires. He slammed into her over and over, grunting between lip-mashing kisses. His hands roughly kneaded her breasts and bottom as he thrust into her harder and faster. Ronda, arms tied above her head, legs bound wide apart at the base of the tree, and eyes blindfolded, squirmed and thrust against him, trying to match his desperate rhythm as best she could. Danny felt his orgasm welling up inside him, his testicles clenching like fists between his thighs. Ronda could tell from his speed and rhythm that he was nearing orgasm, and she did her best to help him along. Using her strong vaginal muscles, she squeezed and stroked his invading muscle, driving him ever nearer to explosion. Being fucked while blindfolded and tied to a tree was an incredible turn on for Ronda, and she felt herself barreling headlong toward another climax. Danny always felt so good inside her, and even moreso now. This whole day had been just so incredible, that Ronda felt she could go on having orgasms all day. Danny kissing, groping and humping her in this vulnerable position had her mind reeling, slowly melting into mush. God, he felt so good inside her. It wasn't long before Danny's pent up lust boiled over. Gritting his teeth and screaming out to Ronda that his little tart was the absolute best...he came. Pounding his groin against hers, his semen rushed into her. His thrusting hips slapped against her in ever quickening rhythm as he emptied himself into her. Inside Ronda, it felt so wonderful...so hot...spurting against her inner walls, filling her. Mashing her mouth against his, biting his lip to keep his mouth on hers, Ronda had yet another orgasm. She panted loudly, still gripping his lower lip between her clenched teeth. Licking and sucking each others mouths, the two came together in hot spurts and gushes, the very feeling of it enhancing and prolonging their orgasms. They writhed together as if they were fused into a single being, their sweat covered bodies slapping and slurping together with each lustful thrust. Because she'd already had several orgasms, Ronda's climax was first to end. Danny's bottled up lust continued to burst from him for several long minutes, then slowly ebbed to spastic thrusts and dribbling spurts. He slumped against the bound Ronda, sweat fusing them together yet again. With his arms around her, his head on her shoulder, Danny finally stopped thrusting. With some effort, he lifted his head and looked at Ronda's face. She was flushed again, and smiling at him with happy, twinkling eyes. From the way his face felt, Danny could only assume he had a goofy looking smile of his own plastered on it. If it was goofy looking, Ronda gave no indication of it. She just smiled at him. They stood there a bit, smiling and kissing, Danny hugging her and caressing her lightly, stroking her moist skin. Their kisses were gentle, adoring. Danny stroked and kissed her face. Eventually, he stopped his gentle, loving kisses, realizing that Ronda HAD to be getting uncomfortable by now. As he untied first her ankles and then her hands, Ronda's sigh of relief was audible. Her squirming and struggling had resulted in her wrists and ankles being irritated by the rope, and for that alone she was grateful to have the ropes removed. Before removing her blindfold, Danny kissed her once more on the mouth, long and hard. Then he gently removed it, giving Ronda back her sense of sight. She squinted, her eyes adjusting to the return of the sunlight, even if it was somewhat less intense in this shady little haven. Danny again lifted Ronda and carried her...this time back to the blanket, where he gently lowered her down onto her back. She stretched out languorously, sighing and smiling. She felt so wonderful, so relaxed and satisfied. Danny sat beside her, smiling and gently stroking her hair. "Danny, you are the perfect lover," she said, "Only you know how to please me in so many ways." He smiled, thrilled to hear that. He replied, "Ron, believe me, I feel the same way. You can make me feel good just by smiling at me. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to make you happy." She reached up and stroked his face, running her index finger lightly along his cheek from eye to chin. She took both his hands in hers and pulled him down to her. He laid down next to her and they kissed...long, deep, sensual kisses....filled with love, not lust. Since they were no longer engaged in strenuous physical activity, their naked bodies cooled, the sweat evaporating. The steady breeze caressed them and made them cool and comfortable as they touched and kissed each other. They lay there naked and loving, for nearly an hour, napping together for most of that time, spooned together in sleep. When they awoke, they again engaged in lovemaking, this time tender and romantic, slowly exploring each other in the time honored methods of foreplay and sexual pleasuring....loving each other with deep conviction and commitment. And after much time pleasing each other, they again napped together in a loving embrace...this time sleeping for a much longer time. When they awoke this second time, the sun was just above the distant trees and mountains, red and huge. The bright reds and pinks in the sky reflected beautifully on the still serene lake. There were more crickets chirping now than birds, and the air was a bit cooler, but still quite comfortable on their naked bodies. Dusk wasn't far off. They had spent an incredible day together, hours of enjoying each other's company, and of sexual exploration and intimacy. They felt closer now than ever before, and both looked forward to that trend continuing. They loved each other...plain and simple. "Today was amazing, Danny," Ronda sighed as they sat side by side, leaning against each other, and watched the sun slowly sinking behind the darkening mountains. "Any day with you is amazing, Ronda," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "This has just become my favorite place on this planet, Danny. I'm very fond of that tree, you know." "So am I," he laughed, kissing her again. After a pause he added, "So, you think maybe we should come back here again?" "Oh...yes...definitely. I'd be disappointed if we didn't," she replied enthusiastically. Grinning fondly, she added, "And I'm sure our little coconspirator tree over there would be, too." Danny chuckled lightly and nodded his agreement. "Great," he said, "then that's settled. This will officially be our own secret little place." Ronda's agreement was in the form of a happy sigh. Reluctantly, they got up together to get dressed, rushing to beat the lowering sun. For all his planning and forethought, Danny had neglected to bring a flashlight, never dreaming they'd be here this long. Soon it would be too dark to find their way back to their car, so they had to hurry. Once dressed, they stole one last, reminiscing look at Paradise, and then gave a humorous wave to their wide trunked, cooperative friend. "We really should name him," Ronda quipped, "After all, we couldn't have done it without him." Danny laughed. "How about naming him 'Chardonnay'?" Ronda smacked his shoulder, but then secretly considered the idea, giggling to herself. "Ouch!" Danny faked, adding, "Well, okay...we'll work on it. Maybe we'll have a name ready for next time." They held hands and walked closely together all the way back to their car. The ride home was mostly silent, both of them exhausted...drained, but happy to the core. And in their minds, both of them were already making plans to come back here soon....very soon....and thinking of what toys they might bring with them next time. End