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A Walk

By: Lace





A Walk



Give me your hand, follow me. Its a beautiful,

sunny day, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the tall oaks beside the creek. Walk with me, smell the fresh air, listen to the water flowing over the small rocks in the creek. The day is warm, but not too hot, shorts and cut-off white T shirt weather. Stopping beside the creek, I turn to face you. Realeasing my hand,my hands sliding up your arms to rest on your shoulders, you take my face into your hands, lean into me, and gently kiss my bottom lip, sucking it between your own warm, wet lips. Smiling, looking down at the ground, almost in a childlike manner, I again take your hand into mine, and begin to walk.

Just ahead, there is a clearing, a wide open field of scarcely growing, tall grass. As we step out into the warm sunshine, I again turn and face you. Wrapping your arms around my waist, you pull me into you, pressing your lips hard against mine. Your hands resting just at the small of my back, my long, soft hair falling down to cover them, I begin to lick right around your lips, slowly, I want to taste you. Taking a step back, looking at you, looking over my shoulder, looking back at you, in a "come get me" way.....I turn and run, noticing clouds in a still bright blue sky. Laughing, look back, I see you chasing me, catching me with one arm around my waist, we stumble and fall to the ground, laughing, you move over on top of me, and kiss me, looking into my baby blue eyes.

 Gently, ever so gently, a light rain begins to fall through the bright sunshine rays. (that happens alot in Georgia). Leaning up on my elbows, looking up at the sunny blue sky, my white shirt becoming wetter from the warm rain thats falling. Just a slight vision of a nipple through the wetness. Sliding your hand under my shirt, you grasp the satin fabric of my bra, as you reach for the clasp in the middle, your forearm gliding across my nipple, sending ripples of desire through me. Finding the clasp, releasing it, my breasts falling free, into the warm rain. Sending drops of rain cascading down my tummy, and being soaked up by my cutoff shorts. Leaning down, taking my nipple gently between your lips, sucking, your tongue circling, and flicking back and forth, causing a soft moan of pure desire to escape my lips.

  My hands on the back of your neck, I manage, "Shawn?". Looking up at me, you see the expression on my face, longing, aching, you seee it all. Slowly sliding my wet shorts down my thighs, moving my white satin thong to one side, revealing my shaved pussy. I reach down to hold the thong out of your way, you look up and smile at me, before diving into the pink, wet folds of my rain soaked cunt. I jump as your tongue glides across my clit, sending those ripples again. Sucking my clit between your lips, I am dieing here..... no longer able to resist, I begin to move my hips up and down, as you slide your tongue into my now aching pussy, moving, fucking your tongue for all I can get. I feel the inside walls of my pussy begin to quiver, my movements quickening, as I feel my orgasm approaching. My God, thats hot, feeling a rush of heat move from deep inside me somewhere, and move all the way to the tip of your tongue, I grip the grass below me, moaning, louder, quicker, my heart beating faster, feeling my insides begin to quiver, convulse, as my juices flow from me with each spasm of my pussy walls. Come here, I want to kiss you, I want to suck my juices from your

tongue.    As I am licking your lips, tasting me, you are tossing clothes, as your cock is allowed to be free. Moving almost frantically, to get myself arranged under you, I reach down, taking your cock into my hand, and guiding the head to my aching, soaked pussy lips. Looking into my eyes, you slowly, teasingly slide your cock deep inside me. Catching my breathe, I begin to bring my hips up to meet your thrusts. Feels great to finally have you inside my depths, can feel every ripple of flesh as you slide deep, in and out of me. Kissing you, I feel that familiar rush of heat, my pussy grasping your cock, sucking, begging for more, look at me Shawn, Im going to cum all over your cock, I want you to see me cum, while you feel my pussy suck every drop of your juices inside me. I want to feel our juices run out down your cock, and out of me, running down my ass and dripping off your balls. Reaching around behind you, taking your balls into my hand, swueezing gently, feeling you grow harder, stretching my pussy with your cock, cum for me baby. 

 Collapsing on top of me, I ask you to please let me taste us. With a tired smile, you roll over onto the ground, I move down your body, gentle sucking your cockhead between my lips, enjoying every drop of our juices. Licking you clean and lying down beside you. The rain has stopped, the sun is setting, and soon we will be looking at the moon and stars.



A Walk After Drinks



ATHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy containing scenes of unprotected sex and extramarital sex. If these subjects are not for you, please feel free to move on to another story.

"I feel like I need to go for a walk," Linda said. 

"A walk?"

"Yeah," she looked at each of us, settled on my wife. "I think if I don't go get some air and walk now, I'll regret it," she said. "Like I'm too drunk."

"Let me go to the Ladies room first," my wife said, and she got up and hurried off. Linda sat and looked at me and Ron as we split the bill and calculated the tip. She didn't say much, she just kind of had that glazed look. Not a 'totally out of it fucked up' look. Just a little glazed over. She was probably right, the walk would do her good. 

We'd had each had a couple of drinks waiting for the table, and another during dinner, and we were all OK, I thought; a little loose, but Linda apparently got hit a little harder. So when Elaine got back we got up and headed for the door. 

After about a half a block Linda heaved a huge sigh, and started apologizing for rushing us all out, but explaining that she just felt like she was way too drunk, didn't know why, needed the air, and the walk; honestly, we were all fine. It's not like she'd announced it in the middle of dinner; we were done eating, no one wanted coffee or dessert, and it was a great night to be out in the city. 

The streets were remarkably busy and looked like they'd be that way for hours. We weren't familiar with this part of the city, so we wandered block to block, turning when the sights and sounds stopped being interesting, talking and watching the local characters. The restaurants and cafes mixed with art shops, book stores and stylish, trendy tattoo parlors, all open. We talked and laughed, looked in the tattoo windows, walked into some of the stores. Elaine hooked her arm in mine; our buzz seemed enhanced by the fresh air, where Linda had seemed to settle her buzz a little, although she still was clearly the most drunk of us all. She wasn't talking a lot, but she seemed to notice all the funny and interesting sights, and would just point or motion at it to get our attention. Or she'd say, "Look," or "over there. That guy," or something like that. Her pickings kept us amused as we strolled, and the warm night carried an air of expectation. 

Several times while walking Linda would see a shop and turn and walk in. The first couple of times we followed just to make sure she didn't hurt herself or break anything, but we saw she wasn't fall-down drunk, and then followed just for the amusement. We found the fun in every one we entered. 

A few blocks later she stopped, hesitated, and turned into another store, and we followed, joking, and were halfway through the door when we realized it was an adult toy store. Ron followed Linda, and Elaine and I followed them. We had no idea if Ron and Linda ever shopped in one of these stores, or if they had any toys. Elaine and I had, and did, and we used them pretty frequently. This could get awkward, I thought. Sometimes when Elaine has a couple of drinks, she can get chatty, and blurt out details that afterwards feel like they should have remained hidden. But we were friends, and we were pretty loose, so I wasn't too concerned.

Well, we wandered into the store that had a surprising number of people in it, I thought. We started looking at the toys. Linda, who was still enunciation-challenged, would just point, or pick something up, and then look at us, and manage a syllable or two. "Wow," or "look", or "what's this." Ron stuck close by her, and Elaine stayed next to me, and we moved as a group. We were the only foursome in the place, and the girls were the only women, but it was either comfortable and welcoming in the store, or we were too self-absorbed to be aware that we didn't blend in. We were looking at vibrators, joking about them, when Linda pointed to one, and Elaine pointed to the one next to it, and announced that "that's our favorite." Linda's faced formed a question, and Elaine snuggled into my arm as she explained without much detail how we had a few toys, and this one really does the trick. Linda's eyes widened, and switched between Ron and Elaine a few times. 

After some additional musings in the vibrators, we moved to the dildo section. After Linda said "nice," to a realistic one, Elaine found another, slightly longer, and said "I like this one better", and then they one-upped each other, Linda grinning and one-wording, Elaine over-explaining. Fatter shaft. Suction cup with balls. Longer. Giant head. Even Longer. Black, long, fat. Each time they agreed with each other, yeah, I'd do that, then going one better, till finally Linda lifted a lifelike display model, synthetic flesh, of a monstrosity, said, "Oh, fuck," and Elaine's mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out, momentarily speechless. Then she reached for it, felt the girth, the heft, and she grinned evilly at Linda, and they smiled at each other.

"No way," Elaine said. "I draw the line there, no way I could use that. It would kill me."

"Death by dick," Linda joked and they laughed.

"It's too big, way too big," Elaine explained, and went on in her intoxicated ramblings to describe how she, like any woman, likes a little extra size, that filled feeling, of course, who wouldn't. I was astounded at the information sharing – never mind that she didn't talk about sex in front of others, she was talking about her dildo likes and dislikes, and pretty descriptive. Finally, she slipped the monster from Linda's drunken grasp, hefted it affectionately one more time, and put it back. "There's no way I'd do that," she concluded.

"I'd do it," Linda said, and they laughed together. And right before we moved she looked up at Elaine, with a half grin, and repeated, "I'd fuck that," almost under her breath, but I saw that Elaine heard it, too.

Next to the dildos were some fake pussies, jerk tubes and such, and the girls made noises and lewd laughing comments, and Ron and I played along. "Would you use that?" about a set of lips on a male masturbator: "I prefer yours," the reply. "That one looks fake," at a porn star replica vagina; "it's hot." "Shaved." "So am I," Elaine blurted. Ron and Linda gaped. Another fake pussy, doggie position, with a usable anus. Elaine doesn't let me touch her ass. "That's for you," she joked, pointing at the realistic pucker. "She'll let you go in that hole," chuckling.

"So would I," Linda blurted this time, and it was Elaine and my turn to gape. And we all laughed. A little. Linda seemed to snuggle up to Ron a bit. 

Anal toys, plug, beads. "I guess you know about these, Linda," Elaine chided under her breath. And Linda went through the rack assortment, using her syllable-challenged speech to endorse a bead set, a vibrating plug. She saw two others, picked them up, and showed them to us. "These," she managed. "Oh, yeah." Her eyes were kind of half-lidded. In one hand a rather large vibrating plug, in the other, a fat curved dildo with a second, smaller thinner extension for penetrating both holes. Elaine grabbed my arm, said "no way," I echoed, "no way," 

Linda grinned. "Way," she managed, and glanced at Ron. "Way," he confirmed, grinning as well. Holy shit, I thought. We were all kind of laughing, but with a little nervousness. We were pretty close, but we'd never shared information like this. I had my arm around Elaine, but I was imagining Linda taking it in the ass. Ron was practically fondling Linda, was he imagining Elaine's shaved pussy? Her vibrator collection?

Some costumes, we passed by. Bondage toys, restraints, paddles. Who likes to tie, who likes to be tied. Leering grins and glassy eyes as Elaine described the use of nipple clamps, suction cups. She loves nipple play. Linda seemed to be squirming a little in Ron's arm, but listened to every word. Blindfold. Spanking. Linda feeling a paddle, looking up at Ron, said, "yeah". No one spoke at the giant latex fist. Linda turned away first, found a harness, the cover showing the effect of wearing it. "Nice," she held it up for Elaine. "Effortless."

Elaine took it, looked up at me, grinning. I made a mental note to get one. Elaine put it back, and then pointed to a package nearby. The chin strap dildo. We all gaped. "I'd ride that," Linda managed. "I'd wear it," Ron replied. "I'd wear it," I echoed. "I'd ride it," Elaine started, "and maybe wear it."

We all turned to face her. "What? A girl can't broaden her horizons?" She grinned broadly, and started blathering about judgment, and personal freedom, and desire and women's beauty. "You don't have to defend it," I managed. "Frankly, it's pretty hot, and intriguing." In my head the image of Linda having anal sex was battling with one of Elaine licking pussy. Looking at Ron and Linda, they were imagining their own versions. While we listened to her, we came to the end of the shelved areas. Linda turned to a sign next to the doorway. 

"Video booths," she uttered in her comical drunk talk.

"Like peep shows?" Elaine asked, pushing past me to see.

"No," I advised, "peep shows have live girls with a window that you watch through, while you stroke." We all laughed.

Linda turned to me, and managed a full sentence. "So what's a video booth?"

"You watch porn," Ron told her.

"And stroke," I added. We laughed again.

Linda turned to Ron. "Show me." Back to two words sentences. But the way she pressed against him made her pretty clear. We stumbled through the doorway to the token booth, bought way too many tokens. "Linda," I advised, "watch out for the glory hole." Elaine slapped my arm. We'd watched fake videos on the net. 

"Wait, what. What?"

"Glory holes. In the booth."

She leered drunkenly at me, and touched Elaine's arm as she spoke. "What is it?" 

She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "It's a hole in the wall between the booths," Elaine told her. "It's a gay thing, mostly. A guy puts his dick through the hole. And whoever is in the next booth, you know," she looked up at me, then back at Linda, "sucks him off." 

Linda's eyes opened wide and her mouth split into a grin. "No shit?" 

"What do you do, watch video of kittens on the internet?" Elaine asked. "Yeah, but don't worry it's all bullshit." She pushed Linda to Ron who was waiting at a booth. Linda stumbled to him, then came back to us, and fumbled through another full sentence, grinning like a loon. "Go in the next one," she managed, "put it through, and I'll do it." She had drunk eyes, and they switched between me and Elaine, who steered her back to Ron. 

"Take care of her, Ron," Elaine told him.

"Yeah, take care of me," we heard her slur as they closed the door, her arms around his neck. 

We went into the next booth, fed some tokens in, and watched as a blond took two cocks at once. It was hot, and Elaine snuggled up, and I dropped my hand in her lap, started working in between her legs. She rubbed my dick through my pants, and we tongue kissed. We stopped, and when she reached for my fly she opened her eyes, and gasped as she pointed. 

Sure enough, there was a hole there, on the side where Ron had taken Linda. We checked the opposite wall, and saw another. That hole was dark, but there was light from Ron and Linda's booth. We tried to hear, but the video sound was too loud. 

"You think they're doing something?" I asked.

"We would be if we hadn't seen that."

"Let's check it out," I encouraged. "Take a peek."

"You peek, you perv," Elaine grinned. She took her hand off my crotch and pushed me towards the wall. Ignoring the video (the guys were switching ends, and the girl was enjoying the taste of her own pussy on a cock) I crept over to the hole and leaned down to look through it. I couldn't see anything until I was about 8 inches away. I felt my mouth drop open and I pulled back before I got caught.

"What?" Elaine asked, tugging my arm. "What is it?" She was whispering out loud. 

"Go look."

"What. What are they doing? Are they doing something? What?"

"Go," I told her again, pushing her towards the opening. "Go look." And she did. She crept closer, looked back at me, then closer still. She looked back at me, mouthing the words 'I can't see', and crept closed. 

I knew as soon as she saw it, because she froze in place. I could see her mouth drop open. She was watching Linda suck Ron's hard dick. Elaine was motionless, the suddenly blurted out loud "Holy shit!" and then her eyes opened wide, and she came and sat next to me, whispering "I think they saw me," and giggling breathlessly. 

"I'll check," I told her, and went back, and peered through. They might have seen Elaine, but they hadn't slowed down. Linda was alternating between bobbing her head up and down on Ron's shaft, and licking it up and down and around the top. Fuck, she was really into it, and I felt my cock at full mast instantly. I had to adjust it, and Elaine saw me. 

"Oh, you like that?" she whispered loudly. "Is it hot?" She came over to me, adding, "does watching that make your dick hard?" I knew she was horny, because that's the only time she talks like that.

"Hell, yes," I told her. "Check it out. I'd like to get some of what Ron's getting."

"You want Linda to suck you off?"

"No." I grinned, unzipping, "I want you to." She grinned back, then leaned down and gave the head a little lick before grabbing it and pushing her mouth down on it. I groaned. She paused. "Don't make too much noise," she said, "They might hear us, and look through," she licked up my shaft to the head, "and then Ron might put his dick through the hole, and I'll have to stop sucking you." She took the head in her mouth, swirled her tongue, and took the shaft deep. The sensations went right through me. 

Like most men, I enjoy getting my dick sucked. One of the things I've always loved about Elaine is her enthusiasm when she sucks my dick. And another thing is watching her. On top of how good it feels, watching my shaft disappear into her mouth, seeing her lips stroking me while I feel it, it just makes it sexier, and so much hotter.

But I had never seen a blowjob that didn't involve my dick, so now I was getting my dick sucked, and watching Elaine work my meat, and through a hole in the wall I could see Linda sucking Ron. I don't know if it would still have been hot if I wasn't getting the same, but I was, and seeing them was so, dirty I guess, so nasty to watch them, and Linda was going at him like she needed cum to live. I was torn between two sexy visions, and since I didn't know which way to turn, I switched back and forth, trying to see both, and not miss anything. I felt a little pang of guilt not paying full attention to Elaine working my rod, until once when I was looking through the hole, she asked, "Are they still at it?"

"Yeah," I turned back to her.

"Is it hot?" Lick, stroke. "Did you ever watch anyone before?" Lick.

"Nope." 

"Me either." She squeezed my shaft, licked a pearl of pre-cum from the tip. "I want to see."

I shifted away from the hole, so Elaine could get closer. She looked in, put her hand over her mouth, and I heard a small gasp. She positioned me against the wall, angled to the hole, and she resumed sucking as she watched, and I watched her as she stared and sucked and licked. Every few seconds she would stop and whisper to me, not quietly, "Holy shit," or "she's really good," or something. 

"Quiet," I reminded her, "if they hear, they'll see you watching, and something might come through ..."

She stared up at me, batting her eyes as she sucked hard, sliding the shaft back out. "...and I guess I'd have to suck it, and you'd have to watch me." As she shoved my shaft back into her mouth, swirling her tongue, her eyes closed in passion, I heard a noise from through the wall. 

And then a cockhead peeked through the hole, followed by a hard, veined shaft. Elaine's eyes were still closer, but she felt me tense, and opened them, and followed my eyes to the wall, and she let out a little squeak of alarm. 

There was a frozen moment when I didn't know what would happen, didn't know what I wanted to happen, or if anything would happen. Did I want Elaine to suck Ron's cock? If she did it, how would I feel? How would I feel if she didn't? Would I get jealous? Angry? Excited? What about my dick? It felt like I thought all these things at once, until Elaine, who had been staring at the invading shaft, looked up at me, grinned wickedly, gave my dick a squeeze and a lick, and leaned to the wall. She took all of him into her mouth at once. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself, had one wrapped around my shaft, and bobbed her head, stroking her mouth on Ron's cock. I heard a groan from the other side of the wall.

My wife was sucking another guy's cock, and she was doing it right in front of me, and she was enjoying it, based on her enthusiasm. And watching her do it was just as hot as watching her suck mine. Maybe a little hotter, because it was new, and wild. In the dim light I could see his shaft, slick from her mouth, sliding past her lips, in and out, then she stopped with just the tip in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it. The she pulled her mouth slightly off, and moved her head to the side, and looked up right into my eyes as she flicked her tongue across his cockhead, and teased the delicate spot just under the crown, and she made a delighted yummy sound. Still watching me watch her, she flattened her tongue and gave his shaft a full slow lick from as low as she could reach, back to the head, and the underside, and then turned back to the wall and plunged her head back down, and resumed stroking with her mouth.

It was so hot I thought I would explode. 

I heard a Linda talking to Ron, but couldn't make out the words, and didn't much care until Ron's cock suddenly pulled out of Elaine's mouth with a pop, and disappeared back through the wall. It was replaced by fingers, female fingers, beckoning. I heard her, but couldn't understand the words, but I guess Elaine did. She was closer. 

"Yes," she replied to the hole, still with one hand on the wall, and the other grasping my rock-hard shaft. The fingers withdrew. Elaine glanced at the opposite wall. "Yeah. It is." Linda mumbled, Elaine grinned. "Yeah. Okay." She looked up at me, and pulled me by my cock towards the wall. "Here it comes, you slut," she teased. 

Elaine guided my dick to the hole in the wall and lined me up, and pushed on my ass to press me against the wall. I felt a mouth slide over my shaft, felt suction, and tongue, and then wet lips stroking. Fuck, my wife is watching me get my dick sucked by our girlfriend. Watching hell, I thought, she's making me. She pressed my ass to the wall, and murmured, "M-mm, you like that baby? You like that slut sucking your dick?" and other dirty sex talk. She could be a real tramp with that mouth when she gets in the mood, and she was in it now. 

She suddenly pulled me out of the hole, said "one second," through the hole to Linda, and unbuckled my pants, and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, and with her hand on my bare ass, pushed me back. I felt my dick engulfed by Linda's warm wet mouth, and Elaine rubbed my ass cheeks and played with my balls. I felt a finger touch my asshole, play there for a bit, then leave, only to return a few seconds later, wet. I had a moment to think that she had put it into her mouth to moisten it before she slid it into my ass. I groaned out loud, and my hips pushed back onto her finger, my cock almost sliding out of the hole, but she pushed on my butt as she fingered me, holding me in place.

I was in awkward ecstasy – sure, Elaine and I enjoyed some ass play, but not in public, and not while our friend was sucking my cock! Only my nervousness kept me from blowing my load just from the idea. Elaine started pushing a second finger in, which I love, and Linda was working my shaft like an expert. Just as I thought I might be approaching take-off, Linda suddenly stopped sucking and I heard her call Elaine through the hole. Elaine slipped her fingers out of my ass, but kept her hand on my ass cheek, playing with my hole as she moved me from the hole.




A Walk After Drinks



"Is there another hole in your booth? On the other wall?"

"Yes," Elaine replied through the hole.

"There isn't one here." I heard murmuring from the other side. Then, "Is anyone in there?"

Elaine turned to look, then back, "No, it's dark."

"OK, Ron's coming around," Linda said, "now give me back that cock."

Elaine stood up, aimed me back at the hole, and pushed my ass, forcing me flush to the wall, and as I felt Linda's mouth envelop my cock head again, she stepped behind me, rubbing my ass, playing with my anus, and whispered into my ear. "Are you enjoying her mouth on your hard dick? Is she doing a good job sucking you? Hmm? I won't be able to finger your ass to get you off, but you can watch me suck Ron's cock while Linda blows you. Do you like that? Are you going to enjoy watching your slut cocksucking wife working another cock while Linda does you? Hmm? Tell me, tell me you want to watch me suck Ron's cock."

"O-oh, fucking yeah, I want to see your sexy dirty mouth on his cock, you nasty slut. Fucking suck his cock and make him cum."

"M-mm, yeah, I'm gonna make him cum in my mouth, get that hot nasty cum in my slut mouth, m-mm, and I'll swallow most of it, but I'll let some drip on my face like you love, and then I'm gonna kiss you with my cum slut mouth, fresh from his hot cock."

I thought I might blow my load into Linda's mouth right there, feeling Elaine's breathy whisper on my ear, her hands on my ass, and those wet lips and tongue working my shaft. But then Elaine said "Oh," and patted my ass and pulled away. I turned to watch her; she had seen the light go on, and she was dropping to her knees, and poking her finger through the hole, and as I watched, a red swollen cockhead came through, and she pulled her fingers away. She looked back at me sideways, opening her mouth, and stared at me as she allowed the shaft to push into her waiting mouth. 

So I stood there, trying not to cum too soon, relishing the work Linda was doing on my shaft, and intermittently watching my wife suck Ron's cock, and when I wasn't watching, I listened to the slurping sounds and yummy noises she made as she worked him to his climax. I didn't want to finish first, because I knew that watching Elaine take his cum, seeing her enjoying the jizz shooting into her mouth in her mouth would shoot me right over the edge. It was the hottest thing we'd ever done.

It was only a few more minutes before I felt Linda break her pace a little, and heard her grunting, and then she was moaning on my dick as she sucked me. I didn't think much of it, watching Elaine, enjoying my sensations, until I heard Linda say, "Fuck me, give it to me hard," from behind the wall between sucks. Her sucking became erratic, but still enthusiastic, and I realized she was getting fucked as she sucked my cock! From the sounds she was getting it pretty good, and I wondered who it was until I heard her call Ron's name in her grunts. 

I almost panicked and pulled out of the hole, and I turned to see if Elaine had heard, but she was oblivious, sucking the cock at the hole with all her delight and concentration. Should I tell her? If Ron was still in there fucking Linda, who's cock was that? Then the realization that Elaine was sucking a stranger's dick, right in front of me, that she was loving it, and that she planned to swallow his load, instead of making me upset, made me hotter, and I groaned as I felt Linda's mouth push further onto my dick. The sound made Elaine glance up, look right into my eyes, her lips wrapped tight around the shaft, and stared at me as her tongue slipped out, slurping around the head. 

One hand was bracing herself on the wall. She raised the other to the shaft, and pulled her mouth off, and said, "M-mm, he's close, I can feel it," and grinned and went back to work, now bouncing her head onto the cock, pulling the climax out, working for the load she knew was coming, oblivious to the fact that the cock she was sucking was a stranger; the one she thought she was sucking was buried inside Linda's pussy, pounding her as she sucked me. I felt my climax approaching fast, urged on by the idea of Linda getting drilled while she sucked me, and my wife loving a complete stranger. 

Then I heard Linda moan again, louder, like she was cumming, and I faintly heard Ron grunting, and I knew he was shooting his cum into Linda. I turned to see if Elaine heard, but she was focused on her cock, and as I watched she pulled back a few inches, and I saw the first shot of jizz shoot out of the cock onto her waiting tongue. She pushed her mouth back on, her cheeks puffed out as her mouth filled, and she was grunting. I heard her swallowing, and the sight of her swallowing a hot load of cum had it's effect, and my legs shook as my explosion started from my toes. My balls clenched and shot a giant load up my shaft and out my cockhead into the wet mouth of our friend. I gasped, and felt her lips tighten around my shaft, and her mouth got hotter as it filled with semen. 

As my climax ended, I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me from the wall, turning me, and then Elaine was there, her face in front of mine, and she was kissing me. I felt her lips were puffy and warm, and tasted the familiar but odd flavor of cum in her mouth, felt the texture of the remainder of the load she had taken. Her tongue swirled in my mouth, sharing her reward as she kissed me, moaning into my mouth, and I took it, and kissed her back, and she was never sexier, or hotter or dirtier than that moment, kissing me after swallowing a stranger's cum.

She pulled back, grinning at me, and true to her word, she had some of his load on her face, the nasty slut, one shot had landed next to her nose, and some had drooled out of her mouth. As I reached for my pants to get dressed, her tongue slid out, trying to reach it, licking it in, and then she raised a finger, getting some but not all, and licking her finger clean. I didn't tell her there was still some on her face, because she looked so sexy and nasty with cum on her face. And I didn't tell her what I knew, that cock she had sucked was not what she thought. I finished dressing and we kissed again. She smelled of semen and cock and sex. She was beautiful. We opened the door.

Ron and Linda were waiting for us, all smiles and giggling, arms around each other. And we all smiled and walked out, back through the store. When we got outside, we kind of looked at each other, and wondering what to say. We'd never done anything like this before. It was awkward until Linda spoke. 

"Fuck, that was fucking great!" We all laughed. She put her hand on my chest and said, "Nice load, I guess I did OK!" and then turned to Elaine and said, "Thanks for letting me suck your husband's cock!" We all chuckled a little more, and Elaine replied, "Anytime, same here."

"Yeah, but I got both ends, and both loads, and you got nothing." She reached up and touched the drip Linda sill wore. "Or maybe you did?" Elaine looked at her quizzically, and then I had to tell her that Ron was fucking Linda. Her expression went from surprise to shock to disbelief and back to shock, and then to delight as Ron explained that he had tried to get to the next booth, but when he got there someone else had gone in, and he'd gone back, and pulled Linda's pants down and fucked her while she sucked me off. And then she realized that she had blown a complete stranger. She turned to me, her mouth open in astonishment.

"Did you know?"

"I, uh, I," I stammered, "I suspected, I think," I replied nervously, until she broke into a grin.

"You ass, you knew, and didn't say, because you wanted to watch me suck cock while Linda was doing you." She playfully slapped my chest. "Did you think I wouldn't know the difference? I just sucked Ron's dick a few minutes before." She was grinning, and so was I. "I thought it wasn't him, and when I heard them fucking, I knew it." She turned to tell all of us. "But I was already on it, and I was so fucking hot by then, I figured what the fuck." She laughed, adding, "and you let me!" and laughed again, and we all joined her, and started walking. 

"But," she said as we walked, "I didn't get to taste Ron's cum!"

"You nasty slut," Linda told her, "but if you really want some, I know where you can find some, but you'll have to hurry before it all drips out!"



A Walk Alone



It is early fall and the leaves on the trees are beginning to fall to the ground. The night air is crisp with a slight mist and a low lying fog, giving the evening an almost eerie appearance. I am walking alone, along a quiet trail dimly lit by lights along one side, trying to clear my mind and have some time to myself. An occasional wind would blow the leaves across the trail and send chills across my body. I can hear noises in the darkness but do not worry about them as I have walked this trail many times before. As the darkness grips the night I realize how quickly time has passed and know that I should head back home. That's when you step out in front of me, take my hand and lead me into the dark off the beaten path.

You, the dark and mysterious one who does not speak much but when you do it is soft and seductive. Your eyes looking right though mine and your touch is electrifying. The only light we can now see is coming from the full moon above and as we walk you turn me around to face you as you back me up against a large tree. Stepping closer to me, I notice how pale your skin seems in the moonlight, your eyes of the deepest brown staring deep into mine. I can feel your breath on my face as your hands just barely touching the skin on my arms, move closer to my shoulders and then up my neck. You take my face in your hands, kiss me slowly and passionately. Tilting my head back against the tree, your fingers explore my face and slide down my neck and across my shoulders as you continue to kiss me very softly. I catch my breath as you take a step back and without saying a word lead me further into the dark.

The leaves on the trees above are rustling in the breeze and to my surprise I can't feel it blowing. You point ahead and tell me to look and there ahead of us are a few large boulders amongst the trees. I walk over to them and turned to look at you but you are gone. Feeling very nervous and out of place, I look around to find you but you are nowhere to be seen. My breathing is hesitant and I find myself very alone, becoming more scared as the noises in the dark seem to get louder and louder. I begin to tremble, not knowing whether it is from the cold of the night or the fear of being alone. I open my mouth to call out to you but no sound escapes. The fog seems to be getting thicker and that makes it harder to see where you are or if you are even coming back. Your silence is broken by your footsteps and I can barely see your silhouette walking in my direction out of the darkness. I back up until I am tripped up by the rocks. Falling back onto one of the larger boulders you step up to me and take me by the hand and help me to stand. Your voice is soft as you ask me if I am alright and the gentleness of your touch calms me again.

Standing before you I feel helpless as the weight of my body will not allow me to move. You reach out and touch me and I shiver as you begin to unbutton my jacket and slide it down my arms, laying it across the rocks. You run your hands up my arms and begin caressing my neck as you lean into me until your lips barely brush the skin where your fingers had just touched. Chills run through my body as I close my eyes and feel the warmth of your lips on my neck. You begin to lick and suck from the base of my ears to my collar bones. The only sound I can make is a barely audible moan as you continue to kiss and suck on my neck, working your way around to the other side. Your hands touch and caress my face and lips, tracing the outline of my eyes and moving gently down my neck and across my shoulders. I find myself wanting so much more and I reach out to touch you. My arms slide between you and the black trench coat you are wearing. The heat I feel coming off your body warms me to the core and I pull you closer to me. Your arms wrap around my body and slowly lower me onto the boulder we are leaning up against. The hard coldness of the boulder creates chills within me that cause me to start trembling. You lean over me and place your lips over mine and began to kiss me very gently, your tongue reaches out to touch and caress my lips. The more you kiss me the more lightheaded I become. It almost feels as if you are pulling all the oxygen from my body and I enjoy that feeling.

I push you back up and sit up in front of you. Reaching out, I begin to unbutton the black rayon shirt you are wearing under your trench coat. Seeing that you have it tucked into your black pants, I only unbutton it as far down as the top of your pants. Your pale skin and muscular physique can now be seen in the moonlight and I begin to run my hands across your chest and down your stomach. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and look upwards towards the moonlight. I begin to lose all track of time. You look down at me and begin to pull my shirt up, almost all the way over my shoulders running your hands across my back as you go. I reach up and begin to pull it the rest of way over my head. I feel a chill as the night wind begins to take over and the moisture that fills the air settles upon our bodies and on the grass around us looking like stars twinkling in the moonlight. I stand up in front of you and our bodies are inches from touching. Yours eyes, looking even more black than brown in the darkness, question me silently. I lay a hand on your chest and move closer to you until my lips are close enough to feel the warmth of your skin. Brushing your shirt to the side I begin to expose your pale skin to the night and kiss gently across your body. My fingers find your nipple and begin to rub across it as it begins to harden. You wrap your arms around me and pull me closer to you. I continue kissing and caressing your chest and nipples. My arms now on the outside of your shirt but under your coat are pulling you closer to me. You grab me by the hair and pull my head back away from you grabbing my neck with your other hand and kissing my lower neck down into my exposed chest. My knees are growing weak and you wrap your arm around my waist and lower me onto the damp ground.

Without a word, you take off your coat and kneel in front of me. The closer you get to me the more I can't help but lean back onto my arms. You reach around me and unhook my bra and slide it off exposing my breasts. I catch my breath as the cool air touches my nipples causing them become hard and erect. You're touching my chest and gently rubbing and caressing my breasts and nipples and I lean into you. Wrapping your arm around my lower back you pull me up until your lips meet my nipples and you begin to suck on them. I lean back to give you better access as I feel your nails scratching down my back. Shivers run down my spine and I feel my pussy begin to tingle with excitement. As we settle back onto the ground, I reach behind you and grab the back of your shirt and begin to pull it out of your pants and up over your head. You lean towards me so that you shirt slides off easily and I touch your arms and down your sides until I can feel the muscular structure of your back. The moisture in the air is falling onto your skin and is making it easy for me to slide my hands across your body and up your neck. As I reach your face you begin to move yourself down my body, kissing and licking me, your fingers gently touching my damp skin. You reach the top of my pants and unbutton them and then slowly begin to unzip them. I can feel your hands shaking ever so slightly, like you are new to this and scared. You slide my pants down and I am now completely naked before you. Between the cold night air and the excitement of your touch, my body shakes uncontrollably and you smile. You sit up in front of me and unbutton your pants and open them up so that I can now see you are not wearing any underwear. I gently lay my hand on your chest and slide it down the muscular structure of your body until I reach the opening of your pants. Placing your hand on mine you slowly move my hand down further into the opening until I can feel the warm touch of the head of your cock. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as I continue to work my hand inside your pants, grasping at your cock now becoming hard from the touch of my cool hand.

Rising to your knees in front of me I pull my hand from your waistband and begin to slide your pants down but you stop me before they come all the way down. The head of your cock is now showing through the open and lowered front of your pants. I lean towards you and take the head of your cock into my mouth. Again, you take a deep breath and reach out and lay your hands on my shoulders as I suck all of what I can take into my mouth. Your cock is warm and stiff and I slowly begin to work my tongue around the head and down the shaft as far as I can go, flicking my tongue on the head with each pass. You tighten your grip on my shoulders as I suck and lick your cock very slowly, teasing and playing, turning you on. You never said a word or made any noise at all, just breathing deeper and deeper with eyes closed, facing upwards towards to brightness of the moon overhead. The grip you have on my shoulders gives me an idea of how close you are getting and you suddenly pull away from me. I can see the need for something more and the desire in your eyes is almost frightening, but I can't go away nor do I want too. Grabbing my wrist you pull me up to my knees in front of you and wrap your arm around my shoulder, grabbing a handful of my hair. I can't but tilt my head up as you pull and I can feel your breath on my neck and you kiss me. You are running your hands down my back and grab at my ass as you pull me closer to you. My breasts are pressed against your cool damp chest and I can feel my nipples harden against you. I lean back to give you easier access to them and you take my breasts in your hands and gently pinch my nipples till they are standing upright and then I feel your lips brush past them as you suck them into your hot mouth. Your tongue is rubbing over them and flicking the tip of them and I begin to get more and more excited. My pussy is beginning to become so wet I can feel the warm dampness leaking out of my body. You pull back and grab my waist and turn me around and push me down on all fours. I notice you are taking your pants down to your knees and can now see the fullness of your cock rising upward in the moonlight.

You lean over me and kiss and lick the small of my back. Your hands reach around me and begin to play with my hanging breasts, sliding down my body until you feel the heat of my pussy. Sliding a finger down the slit you find my clit and being rubbing it slowly and methodically. I can't help but catch my breath and push my pussy into your hand. Your movements are slow at first and then as time passes you pick up the tempo and begin to rub harder and faster until your fingertip is just barely entering my pussy with each pass. I am moving my body in time with you as you pull away from me and grab my hips and begin to position yourself behind me. My excitement is overwhelming as I begin to feel the head of your cock slowing rubbing up and down the slit of my very hot and wet pussy lips. Pulling back on me you lean in and I feel you begin to enter me. You are so hot and the head of your cock is so big I can feel my pussy lips stretch around the head until it pops in. I can't control the moaning that is now escaping my lips as you begin to move slowly in and out, pushing a little more of you in each time. Each movement is one fluid stoke after another of your body and your cock was touching places inside me that I never knew existed and I begin to move with you. My pussy now sucking you deep into me and with one slow stroke I pushed back onto your cock as you held me close to you. I feel a small orgasm coming on my pussy begins to tingle. You start moving in and out of me and the juices from my pussy cover your cock and start running down my thighs. I lean back into you as you begin to pump your cock into my pussy with forceful pounds. You reach around me and begin to play with my clit and you pump in and out of me over and over again. I lay my head on my arms on the ground and raise myself up to give you better access to my pussy. We find a rhythm that works and continue moving around in perfect time with each other until I can feel you start to shake. I know that you are getting close and I let myself go so that we can get off at the same time. My pussy begins to tingle and I can feel it start to squeeze your cock and pull you into me more. You grab my hips and pull me back into you harder and harder until I can feel you explode into me. Your cock releases in a heated explosion that overflows out of me and down onto the ground under us. I continue to pump myself on you as I cum over and over again. You push me down onto the ground and lay on top of me with your cock still half-hard inside me.

After a little while you rise and get dressed. I try to ask you what your name is but you don't respond. Getting up I take my clothes and begin to get dressed and as I pull my shirt over my head I realize that you have gone. I finish getting dressed and start looking for you in the darkness. You are nowhere to be found and as I turn to go back to the trail I had originally been walking on, I wonder if I would ever get the chance to see you again.



A Walk Along the Stream



While hiking along a river, the quite of the forest is broken by the thunderous falling of water. I move the undergrowth aside and find a pool of water formed by the fall of the river as it cascades down a rock cliff. The setting sun creates a rainbow of color in the mist as it drifts in the breeze. The day is warm; the sky free of clouds and the serenity of the vista has me captivated as I take in the beauty of the rock formations, when I notice an outcrop of rock at the base of the waterfall.

In disbelief I blink and rub my eyes, for on the rock there appears to be the nude body of a woman, lying on her back. Quietly I approach the rock along the banks of the pool, not wishing to disturb this vision. I get within 20 feet of the rock protruding from the bank forming a ledge about 3 feet high resembling an altar, as I realize that I am not hallucinating, but that the vision of loveliness on the rock is genuine.

On her back atop the rock altar, lays the tanned body of a goddess, her nudity harmonious with the grandeur of the scene. Long firm legs, one stretched out and the other bent comfortably at the knee initiate the lines which lead up her thighs and over her torso to reveal her breasts, which are like mountain peaks reaching towards to the heavens. Her arms rest gently at her sides and her head turned slightly toward me, with her eyes closed as though sleeping. I stand in awe, fearful that the slightest movement may disturb the harmony of this specter before me.

Gaining courage I approach slowly and kneel beside the altar; my eyes drinking in the beauty. I can see that the mist has formed droplets of water on her tanned skin and rivulets run down her curves. My eyes move slowly from her shaved pussy to her firm tits, as I notice her nipples appear to be growing firm. In disbelief, I rub my eyes once again and lean forward to better see her nipples, discovering that they are indeed growing harder, standing fully erect now, and begging to be caressed. A subtle movement of her hand breaks my focus. She has slowly raised her hand to place her fingers against her shaved pussy, lightly fondling it. I notice my own erection growing as I shift my gaze from her hand to her tits, discovering that she has now begun to roll a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. I look at her face to see her lips slightly parted in a smile and her eyes looking deep within my soul.

She broadens her smile and with a wink of her eye, begins to play with her clit in earnest, allowing me to enjoy the spectacle. She moves both hands down to her pussy, separating the lips and revealing an erect clitoris, glistening with the moisture of the mist and her own fluids. Holding the lips apart with one hand and taking the middle finger of the other, she begins to stroke her clit gently, up one side then down the other; pausing at the head to roll the clit between her fingers as she had done her nipple. Then holding the clit between her fingers she moves flattens her had out covering her pussy and begins to rub her hand up and down pulling the clit as she strokes. Her hips roll up to meet each downward stoke, rocking in rhythm to the movements. My own erection now painfully entrapped causes me to stand, as it strains to be set free of its restraints.

Without missing a stroke, she reaches her free hand out and up the legs of my shorts, taking my cock in her hand. Her fingers are smooth and soft as they wrap around my fully engorged cock lightly stroking its length before pulling me towards her as if it were a leash.

She guides me onto the altar, placing my knees along side of her head; she frees my cock from the confines of my shorts and pulls it towards her mouth. Slowly, she kisses the head of my cock and rubs it over her lips, as I fondle her tits with my hands. I notice she has lifted both knees and spread them wide revealing the full beauty of her pussy as it throbs with enticement. I lean over and begin kissing her torso moving my head slowly towards her pussy. I feel her mouth engulf my cock and her hips roll forward as I place my open mouth over her pussy, parting the lips with my tongue and licking her clit.  Feeling the tension intensify I reach my finger down and probe into her pussy.

With slow gentle movements I suck her clit into my mouth and roll my tongue over its head and begin thrusting my probing finger deeper inside of her pussy. With increasing speed and rhythm I suck her clit and thrust my finger, as I realize she is sucking my cock with the same rhythm. Together we moan and feel the orgasm swell within us as we suck each other. Soon the tension is too great and I must move or I will cum too soon.

I climb down from the altar and move to the end so that I may better reach inside of her pussy. Thrusting my finger deep within her pussy, I resume licking the sweetness of her clit. Her hips thrust violently upwards to match the probing finger as I locate and massage her g-spot. Her hands now tugging at her nipples, her body shakes as the first orgasm floods over her. Before it has subsided, I move to drive my cock deeply into her pussy. Pausing deep inside only momentarily as I feel her pussy squeeze against the fullness of my cock before withdrawing it’s full length. Then taking her nipples into my mouth I thrust my cock into her pussy again, withdrawing slowly and thrusting hard and fast. The rhythm increases as I feel her second orgasm build stronger than the first, her pussy muscles clinching around my cock with each thrust. Her back arches and she screams in ecstasy as I pause deep within her; we cum together in an explosive orgasm, reveling as the her pussy spasms milk my cock dry.

As I dismount to lie down beside her, she reaches her hand up placing her hand on my chest to stop my movement. Without a word, she sits up, steps down from the altar and disappears into the scenery; leaving me alone and dazed.



A Walk Before Dinner



i'm waiting for you, naked, kneeling, legs spread open, hands behind me. You come in - set your bag down on the entry table, run your hands softly down my tits to flick over my swelling nipples and then lower your mouth to mine and kiss me ... softly at first, then deeper with growing passion as your fingers tighten noticeably but not harshly on my nipples until i'm moaning. You stop and lift away from me, tugging on my nipples as i arch my back lifting them to your rising hands ... you chuckle, kiss me on the nose and say, hello, my pet ... good day? 

i laugh and tell you, good, Master, but much better now! Dinner is in the oven, ready, but warming. 

Well, pet, I think we'll go for a walk and have a drink before dinner. Stand, then spread your legs wide, bend over and grab your ankles. 

i do... i hear you opening our toy bag, then i feel your fingers on my cunt lips, spreading me open and slipping inside my cunt ... mmm.... wet for your Master little slut...? i nod and feel your fingers pulling out of me, i moan in response .... you slap my ass ... laughingly saying greedy little cunt ... i feel the coldness of metal pressing against my cunt flesh and know you are pressing the metal balls into my cunt. i moan and press back to your hand - the first in, and then the second spreads me and pops inside. i feel the metal heart drop against my upturned mound. 

Thank you, Master.... i begin to shift up - you slap my ass hard - who gave you permission to move slut? i shift quickly back into place, i'm sorry Master!

Then i feel your fingers sliding up between my ass cheeks .. then your finger pressing against my hole and into my ass ... i hear your deep laugh as you encounter the slickness there ... ah you are a nasty slut, aren't you, pet. All lubed and ready for your Master's use? 

i blush.. though why i still blush after all we've done is amazing to me... and say, yes Master ... i thought you might enjoy my ass being slick and wet for your cock.

Well, slut, we'll get to that, but first........ and i feel the very large rosebud pressing against my asshole and then spreading me open ... i moan as i feel it fully penetrate me and press against the balls inside my cunt and then my ass closing around the base. 

Okay, pet, now, stand up, keep your feet apart, hands behind your head. i watch as you grab some rope, tilting my head quixotically as i watch you. You wrap the rope around my waist tightening it then taking the ends, drop them between my legs and kneel in front of me ... measuring and then tieing a short series of knots and pull the rope against my flesh, spreading the ends of the rope to leave the string and heart dangling from inside my cunt and then pull them up between my ass cheeks against the base of the plug and tie them off to the waist rope. i gasp when i realize the knots will move up and down over my clit when i move and i look at your face to find you smiling at me. Yes, our walk will be fun, won't it pet?

Then you pick up another rope, a longer one and place the center of it at the middle of my back. My eyes widen as i look at it then at you, wondering, but knowing what you intend. You smile ... yes pet, a bra is in order I think.

You wrap the rope around my body once, then twice below my tits, then once and again above my tits. You lift the rope from my right side and press it against my mouth ... hold this slut. i open my mouth and hold the rope as you take the rope from my left side, cross it over to my right tit and lifting my tit with one hand and begin wrapping it first very closely against my chest and ribs then further out, once, twice, three times, finishing by pulling the rope from under my tit, across my body and up to my shoulder, then over to tie to the ropes behind my back to fasten it tightly. i moan at the tightness and rock slightly forward on my feet. You raise your hand to my face, caress down my cheek, drop a kiss to my nose and say open .. then take the rope from my mouth and then repeat the process on my left tit until i am completely enmeshed and feel my tits hardening. The ropes are not so tight that i won't be able to wear them for a time, but definitely tight enough to trap the blood and i know they will become incredibly sensitive.

Then you hold up a very thin piece of almost twine, but it looks silky. i watch as you make a loop at one end and then moan as i realize you mean to capture my nipple with it ... you smile, that wonderful, nasty smile i so love .... and grasp my nipple between your fingers and pinch it, pulling it out. i gasp.. it is already sensitized from the blood being trapped ... you slid the loop along your fingers and then behind them, pulling on the line to tighten the noose onto my nipple, then you turn your attention to the other nipple, repeating the pattern. As i'm accustoming myself to the sensations coursing through me, i feel you pulling on both lines and then you tie them together, applying pressure to both nipples. Again, not *tight*, but i know it will make the pressure building even greater with time.

Then, you bring out my black silk button front dress and put it on me. You point to a pair of my black high heels by the door and tell me to put them on. i carefully walk to them, gasping as i feel the knots sliding over my clit and then stepping into my heels and feel my balance shift and the plug and balls rub against each other and the silk rubbing against my nipples.... knowing it would be a long long walk. 



A Walk By The Lake



By noon, the apartment became too hot for Khai and too hot for Alexis. The sun had heated it through the window to the temperature of a kiln and their skin glistened with sweat. With the open window came a little respite with the cool drafts, but the drafts didn't swirl across the napes of their necks often enough.

Brunch was half-eaten and left in the sink. They were on the floor, his back against the sofa, her back against his chest. She felt him growing through his khakis against the base of her spine, felt the twill fabric pull taut across him with miniature spasms. She helped it along, increasing the pressure from her waist against him until he broke the silence of the stuffy air.

"It's so hot in here," he said, "that I think I'd better take you for a walk." He moved his hands to the sides of her waist and anchored himself for leverage while he moved back and forth against her through his pants. His tongue began circles on the nape of her neck. She bowed her head in submission to the pleasure. She felt herself weakening and she knew she could only acquiesce.

"Where would you like to go?"

"To the Beaches. And please... you will change into something?" His tongue moved behind an earlobe and tickled her. It was not so much a question.

She broke out of his grasp, lightly stepped over his legs, and went into the bedroom. She knew which game this was. It took only a moment, letting her hair down, shimmying out of her pants, but keeping the clinging, midriff-baring top on. She slipped into her short, black, flippy skirt, the one with the flared hemline. Slipped into some heeled sandals - not too high - just enough to push out the hemline a bit more. A gold bracelet encircled her right ankle. A quick check in the mirror - it felt comfortable. It was pretty short, but not ridiculous, a little bending could be done. Then, of course, the beads.

She resisted the urge to gently tug against them as they went in, slowly, carefully, one at a time. There was no need to rush, no need to hurt herself. She could feel them work against her, against the wetness that began. Oh God, she thought, how long would he torture her today, how long would he let himself be trapped in his pants, slowly wetting himself with excitement, before they could finish? Two beads at the end discreetly dangled from her.

To stop some of the wetness she put on her panties, letting them slip up her cheeks and smoothing down the skirt before stepping out (quivering because the beads still felt freshly invasive inside her). He looked at her, his eyes wolfish. She could see the selfish lust in them, knew that he wouldn't care for whatever discomfort she might feel. The pleasure would be his to watch her squirm.

"If I might make a few adjustments," he said and stepped forward without waiting for an answer. His intrusive fingers found the panties under her skirt and rolled them slowly down to her knees. "Turn around for me and step out of those," he commanded.

"No," she said softly.

"Yes!" he said insistently, almost vehemently. Then he added pleadingly, "please?"

She hesitated. Then she did, and he watched intently as she turned from him, bent a little at the waist and slipped the panties over her ankles and off. "Yes, yes, like that," he whispered, and with impunity he tugged her skirt's belt further up her waist. The feeling of nothingness made her feel faint.

"Not that short," she said, "the way the skirt rides on me - it's too short. It comes out too far at the back. I feel so... exposed."

"I like you that way."

"It's too windy by the lake."

"I like you that way."

They stared at one another. Her gaze faltered and she reached for the door. 

It was cooler by the lake where they strolled, along the boardwalk from the foot of Coxwell Street towards the water filtration plant. It was also windy, of course. So Khai held her hand and, if the wind fluttered her skirt's hem, held the other, too. The breeze was a welcome relief from the heat but the wetness between her thighs would evaporate whenever a stronger gust would swirl between her legs. She knew that roller bladers, joggers, hot dog vendors, men, women, were watching her as she passed. She felt their heads swivelling like owls as she walked by, their eyes on her bobbing hemline. Her face turned red, she felt the hot rush, and she felt the beads between her. She could not tell when she was showing and when she wasn't, or who specifically had found her out. Khai looked ahead stoically and merely said, "Gorgeous day." 

Near the end of Kew Beach Alexis saw the old man, sitting on the picnic bench, feeding squirrels and pigeons. How sweet he looked, how well groomed, how grandfatherly - and how lonely. He was not decrepit or unkempt, but seemed very alone and perhaps for some time. She knew he must a widower - why else would he spend his time in the company of rodents and birds? They were the only creatures that would pay him any attention.

Then Khai saw the old man, too. "Stop - let's sit over there," he said.

"You wouldn't."

"Please do as I say - and I'll whisper what to do."

"But he's a poor old man -"

"And you know you want to do this for him. Inside, you want to. It's a gift for him, a gift," he murmured. Alexis knew he was right, and she scrunched her eyes shut. She felt... evil. And horny.

They walked past the old man, hand in hand, she feeling so open in her short skirt, feeling the hem brushing one cheek and then the other as it was lifted by the wind. The beads dangled, the beads rubbed her, and the old man looked up and watched. Across from his bench was a picnic table. She was led by the hand, nonchalantly. Khai whispered in her ear, "Here."

Silence and a breeze. The skirt fluttered. An ambiguous hint of cheeks caught the old man's attention. More instructions.

"Let him watch you for a second." 

She felt a throbbing in her throat. Her reflexes begged her to hold down the skirt, to show everyone she meant to be modest, but he held her hands to her sides while the breeze teased the hem.

"Please let me sit down," she moaned.

"Not until you slip off your shoes and let him see the bottoms of your feet."

She bent her left knee back, raising her leg up behind to meet her free hand and slipped off her shoe, arching her toes. She braced her bare left foot against her right shoe and slipped her right foot out, pointing it too, and rubbing it slowly against her left ankle.

"Now we can sit down," he said. "Sit facing him - sit up on the table and let only your toes rest on the bench."

She sat down, her short skirt pulling up at the back. She felt wood and paint against skin and knew that some of her bare seat was on the table. She pulled the hem down across the tops of her thighs reflexively, as if to make up for what she could feel happening underneath her. She looked up and her eyes met those of the old man. He flicked them away, back to the pigeons. He had stopped feeding them, and his knuckles whitened as he grasped a walking stick tightly. Then the insistent whisper again.

"Show him how beautiful your legs are," Khai murmured, "and show me too." So she began to casually extend her legs out parallel to the ground, first one and then the other, letting her feet arch, letting the sun reflect off her skin. She let the old man gaze at her, without meeting his gaze, so as not to scare him off. She let him stare up and down her legs while she leaned back to let her breasts form a taut outline through her top. Then Khai put his arm around her waist and slowly pulled her against him. Her weight shifted, her right hip came off the bench and she could feel cool air. 

"He can see up my skirt!' she whispered fiercely. 

"Good," said Khai, "Don't move. I said don't move." Her hips quivered. "I'm going to slowly pull them out of you now."

"Oh God, not now - not here," she protested, her eyes flitting back to the old man, who was now gently squeezing his thighs. "Please don't let him see, don't let him see- oh oh..." His fingers moved between her thighs deftly and found the end of the beads. A short, gentle tug and one had slipped out between her lips.

"Oh god."

Another gentle tug and two came, one right after the other - two electric jolts. Alexis suffocated a moan at the back of her throat. Another bead and another tingle. A pause. And another. Her hips drew up and she lifted a knee, arched the foot, reacting to the feel of the moistness and the friction of the bead.

Now the final four beads began to slip out between her lips, and she dipped her chin to her neck and brought her knees up slowly. The old man's eyes were fixed upon the spot under her skirt that slowly came into view as her bare legs drew up. A glint of the moisture, the winking, folding pinkness of her crease, the old man's eyes not knowing whether to look there or study how her mouth parted with no sound, her eyes squinted shut.

"I'm going to come," she squeaked.

"Do it quietly," Khai hissed and she turned her head into his shoulder and shuddered. Her crease was on fire, and when she tried to lower a knee, her wet inner thighs rubbed against each other and she came again, the bottoms of her feet prickling.

Now Alexis relaxed, feeling warm, evil and slutty. She got up off the table and stood facing Khai, encircling his waist with her arms and resting a pointed foot against the heel of her other. He opened his legs to allow her to lean in to him, her back to the old man.

First she kissed him lightly and then more insistently, forgetting how it might look to passers by. She pressed tightly against him and moved her hips in small, luxurious circles. Over her shoulder Khai could watch the old man stare at Alexis, stare at her legs, stare at her waist and stare at the dancing hemline. She could feel it rise and fall, with the breeze, with the gentle upward guidance of Khai's fingers. With each gust, a little or a lot of her exposed, bare behind would wink in and out of view under the black pleats.

The old man methodically rubbed himself through his pants, no longer caring whether he was seen, no longer caring whether the couple meant for him to see this or not. His tired mind, tortured and blessed simultaneously by the sight of it all, asked why this girl, so young, was doing this. Where was she finding it in herself to be so brazen, so shocking, so... sexy? And in that moment he wanted to be the young man he had been, and sit on the table like the young man over there, and have her - his long departed love - back with him again, doing that to him, too.

Then the bottom dropped out of him, he stopped his rubbing, relaxed his grip on the cane, and slumped down for a moment. He sighed, and began to quietly cry. His tears trickled into his thick, white beard, misted his spectacles. 

"Something's not right," whispered Khai.

"What?" she asked, and then turned, as if sensing something. She stopped her slow, rhythmic rubbing when saw the old man, and her heart broke. And she felt horrible.

She turned back to Khai. "Will you wait here a moment?" she asked. He nodded, looked away, felt stupid, felt his hardness melt a little in his pants, felt how how wet he was making his briefs. Then he looked back and watched as she stepped into her shoes, saw from a distance how brief the skirt was and grew hard again as Alexis knelt in front of the old man. The pigeons skulked away like squeegee kids.

She looked up into his eyes and took his hands. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "We're both sorry."

There was a pause.

"You look like my..." he said. Another pause. "I'm sorry, too."

Nothing was said. She hesitated and thought and then tried something. 

"Will this help?" she asked softly.

She moved his weathered hands and placed them on her knees, let him feel the cool kiss of her skin. She let them move to the sides of her legs, let him feel the curves they made as she knelt. Neither said anything. The wind rustled the branches of the trees behind them. The sun went behind a cloud and then came out again. She slowly reached up and brushed her fingers across his face. "You could be my grandpa," she whispered.

"You are so beautiful," he said sadly. His hands shook as he felt her curves.

She stood up and moved his knees apart and looked at him directly. Pressed herself into him and kissed him softly on the forehead and guided his shaky fingers upwards under her skirt. He closed his eyes and felt how exquisite she was underneath. She made the most beautiful, soft sounds as he felt the wetness, softness, skin. She kissed him again and then slowly moved back. It could not go on, not in public like this.

She drew her finger across his lips and smiled. He said, "Thank you. I love you."

"You're welcome," she said and turned and slowly walked back to Khai, the breeze lifting and dropping her skirt. Looking at him she said, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and slow." 

The walk back to the apartment was excruciating. Once there, the front door closed and in an instant Khai was around her from behind and pushing her up against the wall. Alexis braced against her forearms, felt his mouth on her neck, then her cheeks, devouring her, heard a buckle and a zipper, felt an intrusion under her skirt, and then he began to rub her with his swollen erection, back and forth across her wet slit. She arched her back, pushed against him, felt him resist and then give in and let it push inside her. Her head jerked back and her voice fluttered brokenly at how it felt sliding in.

Khai moved back and forth slowly, letting Alexis feel it, letting her hips bump into him. "You sexy little slut, you were a naughty girl today, weren't you?"

"Mmph," was all she moaned.

"Yessss, I know, I know, you've been waiting all afternoon for this," he hissed. He became shorter with his strokes, now. She focused on him inside her, filling her, and how warm it was. She tried pushing back faster, but was being pinned against the wall each time, his breath hot on her neck, and when she was about to come he stopped pushing. She sobbed in protest until she felt a new sensation. 

He had stopped his stroking, and stayed perfectly still, his mouth fastened firmly on the nape of her neck, breathing hard through his nose, and letting himself just twitch inside her. Back and forth, ever so slightly. But she could feel it, feel every millimetre of movement as he flexed his muscles and let it twitch. So she began to grind over it, letting the momentum build, letting the wetness flow, feeling the pressure rise towards it. And then he began pushing again, hard and up into her and sent her over, squirting and clamping down on him and making him come, too. She didn't know where he ended and where she began inside, only that it was soaking everywhere and not an ounce of friction was left. The noises she let out made him come hard, and she felt it well up inside her.

Both of them slid down the wall, as though they'd been shot. He stayed inside her, and she stayed still, feeling his chest rise and fall heavily against her back. The carpet pressed into her cheek. His fingers pressed into her breast. All was quiet except for their breathing and the sound of the ceiling fan. Her skirt lay bunched around her waist, a breast spilling out her top, him trickling out of her, his khakis around his knees.

"I'm thirsty," she said.



A Walk By The Lake (Sweet Tim)



After enjoying a concert by the lake we walk a little ways from the band shell, away from the crowd of people. Your arm is lightly around my waist as it has been during most of the concert. You turn to face me. I look up into your eyes and smile. You smile back, placing a hand under my chin, tilting my face up and lightly place your lips against my mine. As you kiss me softly and gently I place my arms around you pulling you a bit closer. I part my lips a little and very lightly, almost imperceptibly lick your lips with the tip of my tongue. This spurs you on and you press your lips harder against mine, parting my willing lips with your tongue. You run your fingers thru the back of my gold blond hair pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. Your soft, warm, sensual tongue explores my mouth, tracing every contour, licking the bottom and roof of my mouth, running over my teeth, your tongue dancing with mine and gently sucking on it. A soft moan escapes my lips as we kiss. You feel me tremble in your arms as I surrender myself to you. Finally, after what seems like both an eternity and yet just a moment we slowly break this sweet, hot kiss. 

Between a couple of firm short kisses on my lips you whisper, “You are so beautiful. I want you so much.” 

In response I pinch your fine ass and whisper back, “God I want you too.”

We had decided before the concert that we were going to take a walk around the lake. We walked along the pedestrian path around the lake, enjoying the natural beauty, pausing once in a while to continue our kissing and fondling. After passing a couple of benches along the path we decide to sit, to compose ourselves. We find one that is a little off the path and sheltered. 

As I sit you lean over and whisper to me, “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” 

I coyly reply, “No, what am I doing to you?” 

You laugh and then kiss me. 

As we kiss I lightly place my hand over the growing bulge in the front of your pants and squeeze gently. You groan into my mouth and the bulge grows bigger and harder. I continue to squeeze and fondle your hardening cock thru your pants. 

You grasp my hand and break our kiss to say, “Mmm god baby….not here.” 

I say, “We’re back from the walk. No one can see. Or tell what we’re doing.” 

I continue fondling your cock while talking. You moan. I smile into your face. I lick your lips and pull you into a hungry, passionate kiss. While we kiss I quickly unbutton your pants and release your rock hard cock. 

I stroke your cock as you pull your lips from mine saying, “Oh my god baby...we shouldn’t…” 

You look around kind of nervously, moving so that all it looks like from the walk is a man leaning over to kiss his woman. 

You look back at me and say “OK. Just don’t…” You let out a loud groan as you feel me kiss and lick the tip of your hard cock. 

“Don’t what?” I laughingly ask as I start to lick and suck on your balls, firmly stroking your shaft. 

“Oh my god I can’t believe this.” 

I stop licking for a moment and ask, “Should I stop?” 

I wink up at you as I lick the underside of your cock with long broad tongue strokes from the balls to the head, then thoroughly bath your whole cock with the same tongue strokes. Your only response is a long, low groan and a hand lovingly resting on my head. 

I look up at your dear face as I swirl and flick my tongue around the head of your cock. Then I start to slowly suck your hot cock into my warm, wet, hungry mouth. I suck your whole cock into my mouth in one long, hard, deep suck. I hear your moans and you start to move your hips as I slowly deep throat your cock. 

You moan, “Oh Phoebe…Oh baby…Oh yes…Oh please…Oh god.” 

You entangle your fingers in my hair as I suck your firm cock in a steady rhythm, sucking hard and deep, moaning as your cock head hits the back of my throat with every suck. You moan louder and start to pump your hips. 

Between heavy breaths you say, “Oh god, Phoebe that feels so damn good. Yes, sweet baby, suck me. God you know what I like.” 

I look up into your eyes as you now pump your cock in and out of my longing, wet mouth, sucking hard as you do. I play with your balls, gently massaging and squeezing them. You reach down with one hand to squeeze and fondle my big breasts. You find my nipples already hard. 

Moaning, you say, “Mmm baby you like this don’t you. God you are so hot. Baby I want to please you so much. I want you so very much.” 

I momentarily remove your big cock from mouth long enough to say, “Later, lover. Right now is just for you. Mmm later.” 

I grin up at you as I swallow your cock whole again, sucking and licking and swirling my tongue all over your cock. I vary the speed of my sucking of your long cock, sometimes fast, sometimes excruciatingly slow, sometimes in between. I hold your hips to keep you from pumping my mouth. Your groan let’s me know that not pumping is hard but it’ll be worth it. 

I suddenly suck your cock as deep down my throat as I can. I hold it there and swallow, letting my throat massage your cock head while my tongue licks and swirls all over your shaft. You moan loudly and I feel your body shake. I then hold your cock deep in my throat and suckle on it for a while, always working my tongue on you. I feel your body shake more and more.  You suddenly clutch my head, groaning loudly as your cock starts to twitch and jerk and throb as you cum hard, spraying cum straight down my throat. 

“Oh god Phoebe yes……..so fucking good…….cumming so hard….OH MY GOD YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” 

I smile around your cock, looking at your face, swallowing the first shot of your hot cum. I quickly lean my head back, opening my mouth wide, holding and stroking your cock as your cum sprays into my mouth. You look down, watching the erotic display, groaning even more. I stroke your shaft, gently squeezing your balls, milking you of every drop of your sweet cum. I hungrily swallow every bit of cum you give me but sometimes some dribbles down the corners of my mouth. 

You collapse forward, knees against the bench, hands on the back of the bench, whispering, “Oh my god….oh Phoebe….oh Phoebe….oh Phoebe.” 

I smile up at you, lick my lips, lick your cock clean, and put you back in your pants. You look as if nothing happened, except for the big, blissful smile on your face. 

You collapse beside me on the bench, pulling me onto your lap, holding me so tight, kissing me madly, passionately. As we kiss you reach under my skirt, cupping a hand over my satin string bikini panty covered mound, squeezing gently. 

You moan into my ear, “Oh Phoebe that was amazing. Now I want a taste of this.”



A Walk Home



He was coming out of my apartment as I came up the stairs. " Hey what the hell are you doing?" His hands working at the lock before the little fat weasel turned around.

"If you don't pay your rent, you don't get to live here" the smelly little Super, wheezed.

It's true I hadn't paid my rent but the IRS was garnishing half my wage and it seemed I couldn't get ahead of things lately. I worked and tried but something always came up and this month the rent was late. 

Three bucks in my pocket and no where to sleep, not the best way to start an evening. No point in smacking the fat little bastard around, although the thought did enter my mind. The little puke seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. 

I just turned and walked out into the warm summer air. The store on the corner had cold beer so I bought one and a cold taco and went into the park to consider my options. At least I still had my 9-mm. It had been a gift from my father, the only useful thing the bastard had ever given me. I slid my hand inside my shirt and felt it nestled in its holster. I needed a little protection in this neighborhood. It seemed like every punk on the block was carrying and I didn't have a whole lot of friends around to look out for me.

I wandered aimlessly though the streets. It seemed like I had walked forever trying to figure out my next move. I needed money, enough to at least get square with the rent. The gun might help but it would be better if I got a little farther from my own neighborhood. 

The streets seemed wider, the grass greener the trees more frequent. This was definitely a better area than I was use too. The sound of voices and music led me to the Friday night party. My beer was long gone and the thought that I might be able to score more led me to the door. Music, people and the smell of good weed led me through the door. I found the beer and scored a few tokes and everything seemed a little better. 

She was just leaving when I spotted the cute little honey, having some kind of argument with her drunken girlfriend. 

"Just forget it I'll walk home," she was saying and she stormed out the door.

Her skirt was short and the tank top exposed too much breast, not exactly a nice girl. I grabbed another beer and headed after her. 

Blocks went by, the streets getting quieter and darker as we went deeper into her safe suburban subdivision. I was getting closer to her getting ready to make my move. Could she hear my boots on the pavement, she seemed to be moving faster, the blond ponytail bouncing as he ass wiggled faster down the street in front of me. She turned the corner and I broke into a jog easily catching up to her before she had a chance to react. There was a park, swing sets and jungle gyms, I grabbed her and pulled her into the shadow of a large Oak. My gun was out the muzzle pointed at her chest, my large hand over her mouth. I stood 6' 3'' to her 5' 4'', my body easily overpowering hers. She started a fruitless struggle until she saw the gun.

I wasn't even sure what I wanted with the lovely little creature; money would be good I thought.

"OK bitch, give me your purse and don't scream or give me any trouble or you'll regret it"

I sounded like a bad gangster flick; a shaky hand pushed her little purse towards me. She was pressed up against the tree, a look of terror in her eyes. The fear seemed to feed me, this was too easy, I grabbed the purse and rifled through it. There was no money, just plastic. 

"Fuck doesn't anyone carry cash anymore", I was getting pissed off. I looked at my little lovely, moving closer, watching her push herself tighter against the rough bark of the old tree. 

"That's right you little slut, you should be afraid" My gun lowered on her the barrel touching the soft flesh of her thigh. Was that a moan or a gasp of pleasure, she seemed paralyzed against the tree but it definitely seemed that she had let out a small sound of arousal.

"The feel of the gun on your skin makes you hot doesn't it?"

No response, I was right against her, my breath on her face, the cold steel of my gun moving up her thigh pushing her short skirt higher, finally touching her panties. 

"Don't hurt me, I will do whatever you want" Her voice was small, the sound of defeat. "Take off you top, I want to see those lovely little breasts" I whispered into her ear, not moving the barrel of my gun away from her crotch. 

My cock was struggling against the tight fabric of my Levi's, my mind raced at the possibilities. I really had only wanted a little cash but the prospect of having this little tease right here in the park, was very appealing.

Her breasts weren't very large but stood straight out, the large brown nipples hard in the cool air, My left hand reached out and lightly touched the tip. A shiver seemed to run through her body at my touch. "You actually like that don't you slut"

The word seemed to startle her. "No, No please don't" that's what her voice said but her body and eyes were telling a different story. "Liar, if you lie to me I'll have to punish you, I'll have to show you that it doesn't pay to lie or disobey me."

The power over her was driving me on, making me say things I never even knew I thought. 

"Turn around slut and put your hand on the tree, lean over I want to see that tight little ass pushed out."

It was a lovely sight that bare back and short skirt leaned against the large gnarly tree trunk. I used the barrel of the gun to push her skirt up over her bottom. The barrel slipped into the tight little panties, pushing them down her smooth white thighs. 

Chapter2

I slid the cold steel up her leg, the tip of the barrel caressing the tender inner thigh. Her legs seemed to separate, inviting the attention. I leaned close my warm breath on her neck, "You like that don't you slut". I kept my voice low, the gun now gently nudging at her wet lips; I could feel the slipperiness against the smooth steel. With increasing force I pushed the length of the barrel into her slit, the tip of the large gun nudging her hard nub. 

Moans were clearly coming from her throat, she seemed to shiver almost uncontrollable against my body. I ran my other hand up over her slender body, feeling the smooth tight stomach give way to the small firm breasts. I grabbed the small hard nipple between my fingers and pinched it hard. "AH oh my god, oh god please don't, stop please"

I reached down, my gun still rubbing at her clit, and found my zipper, "Don't move bitch stay completely still" 

My cock sprang forward, anxious for relief, I pushed it between her small tender cheeks, rubbing against the wet slit, lubricating it's length. I reached around the front with my gun and positioned my hard wet shaft at her tight asshole. My gun barrel entered her pussy just as I began to push at her tight ass hole. The lubrication from her pussy helped but it still was incredibly tight as I continued to force myself into her. 

She gasped "Oh god, it's too big, it hurts, please stop, god no, not that". But her pleading did her no good, I continued the assault on her tight hole. 

"Take it bitch, take it up your ass little slut" My gun barrel circled her clit, pushing at her tight pussy, she was sobbing quietly. Was it too much for her, I hoped it was, I loved the feeling of using the tight little slut. Then she started to push back against the invading shaft as her ass became accustomed to my size. "I told you not to move, stay very still" 

I drove hard into her, my balls slapping against her, I'd pull out slowly and brutally drive back into her. Over and over I continued to slam into her tender little body. I held her hips with one hand will my gun massaged her wet slit. She did try to be still but her body refused to cooperate, I could feel the tightness of her pussy grasping at the cold steel buried deep inside her. The quivers running through her body as I pulled close to her naked back. She arched her back, I pulled closer, her cheek next to mine, her sweet smell invading my nostrils.

"Fuck my gun bitch, take my cock up your sweet little ass, now you belong to me slut" I grunted, the pleasure welling up inside me.

The words were too much and her body tensed and shook uncontrollably, I saw her fingers digging into the bark of the tree she was cuming hard, the sensations too much for her as she tried to get more of my cock into her tight ass. I drove deep into her and I held it there as my own orgasm charged through my body exploding inside her ass, pumping hot cum deep into her. 

I leaned against her as the power of my pleasure subsided, sliding the slippery gun over her nakedness, over her soft skin of her breasts resting the barrel against her cheek.

"Take me to your place, maybe if you're good I'll let you live" I whispered. 

I knew I would, I knew I had to, I wouldn't let such a hot slut get away from me. I had the feeling from the smile on her face she already knew that.



A Walk I Will Never Forget



Writers block! Definitely one of the worst feelings in the world for an aspiring novelist. I have felt this way before but never to this degree. In fact my trip up to my country cottage was for the purpose of eliminating distractions and making significant headway on my first novel. Unfortunately, even without distractions my mind is not producing anything ground breaking.

One week and I have produced one measly chapter which I am not even satisfied with. I have not left my cottage for a second and my only contact with the outside world has been a few short internet conversations with my loving boyfriend Marco. I need to get out of my rut of poor hygiene and constant unhealthy snacking. 

A hot bath sounds like a good start! I draw hot water adding lily scented bubble bath to the tub and the smell immediately envelops my senses. I light a few candles and place them by the tub and then pull off my depressing grey sweatshirt which I have not removed in three days. I step out of my sweaty sweat pants next, feeling relieved to be standing completely naked. The steam from the bath is a welcoming feeling compared to the itchy sweats that held me captive. I look at my leg hairs which I have not attended to in a week and lather them up with shaving cream. I shave both legs carefully, not because I'm scarred of a scratch but because it gives me pleasure to be taking care of myself again. 

I start to feel more like myself, more like a woman! I raise my left arm and take care of my stubbly armpit and repeat the same process with the right. Not understanding how I get myself like this when I immerse myself in my work. I run my hand down to my pubic mound and finger my fiery red bush which definitely needs to be taken care of. I plug in my electric raiser and give my bush a buzz cut. I then take the razor and model myself a thin triangle pointing to my pussy since I am beginning to feel a little playful. 

I dip the toes of my right foot into the water and see that it is a perfect temperature. I step inside with both legs the warm water up to my knees the bubbles hugging my skin. I lower myself inch by inch and finish seated the water engulfing my five foot five, petite 110 pound frame. I let out a long sigh as my muscles begin to relax. I sit perfectly still for a few minutes and then tilt my head back soaking my oily shoulder length red hair. I grab a brush from the side of the tub and smooth out all my knots and tangles. When my difficult task is complete I lean my head back once more soaking my hair which starts to feel sexy again. 

I lift my right leg out of the bubbles and straighten my knee pointing my toes straight ahead like the women in commercials. The soapy water slowly drips from my leg which glistens in the candle light. I smile for the first time in a week as I feel myself transform from a stressed, unattractive and unsuccessful writer into the young, sexy woman that I know I am. As my leg lowers back into the water I spread my legs letting my right hand wander over to my freshly made over pubic hair. My fingers delicately inspect my stubbly triangle and then wander lower to my pussy lips. I stoke my slit back and forth very slowly. The warm water has made me increasingly sensitive. 

I let my legs fall open in the tub enjoying the warmth on my pussy. I continue to stoke slowly and eventually pick up speed. The water sloshes around in the tub as I begin to get more aggressive. My hips rhythmically sway in the water against my hand. I slowly insert two fingers into my pussy and work them in and out as I sink deep into the tub. I let out several soft moans which echo in my isolated cottage. I start to finger faster, the water splashing to and fro with each thrust. I spread my legs wide and lift my legs partially out of the water so I can rest my feet on the sides of the tub. I shorten the length of my thrusts and replace it with speed as I finger fuck myself rapidly. I get to the brink of my orgasm and I begin petting my clit with my thumb. My body shakes in the tub as I orgasm and a small amount of water and bubbles fall over the edge of the tub.

I lie perfectly still in this position for five minutes, gathering myself. I remove my hand from my vagina and wearily allow my legs to plop back into the tub. I manage to bring myself to my feet on shaky legs and step out of the tub grabbing my fluffy white towel robe. I see myself in the mirror, my skin pale from a lack of sun but healthy and refreshed. My soft white 28 BB breasts rise and fall with my heavy breathing, my tiny pink nipples poking out teasingly. My hair wet and straight, free from its knots and my greenish hazel eyes tired but satisfied. I wrap the comforting robe around my body and blow out the candles wobbling over to my bedroom where I pass out peacefully for the night. 

Rays of sunlight creep through my blinds and wake me up early in the morning. I crawl out of bed and make a pot of coffee before sitting back down in front of my computer. I stare blankly at the screen for two full hours. My night of pampering has made me feel better but has not shown an effect on my writing. 

A knock on the door startles me out of my daze. I mechanically walk over to answer it, squinting into the sunlight as I open the door.

"Hi Lauren," Marco says as my eyes focus in on my boyfriend standing before me in beige khaki shorts and a dark green t-shirt. "I thought I would pay you a quick visit," he says.

"What are you doing here baby?" I say a little confused, "You know I have a lot of work to do up here."

"I know you do!" he says with a smile, "But I also know how much you struggle when you are in a funk and I suspected that you were in one from our brief conversations."

"You know me too well honey," I say with a tried smile, before kissing Marco quick and hard on the lips. 

"I am here to make sure you get back on track and I know exactly how to do it," he says handing me a bag. "Go change into these clothes and meet me outside."

I take the bag into the bedroom a little confused on what Marco has in store. I drop my robe to the floor and unpack the bag. I put on the plain white cotton panties that are inside followed by comfortable short white t-shirt and white ankle socks. I pull on the short jean shorts and finally the running shoes. I then hurry outside to see Marco on the porch.

"What are you up too babe?" I say, "I want to know what's going on"

"Your problem when you're writing is that you are stuck in doors constantly Lauren" he says. "It's not the kind of environment that is going to stimulate you. You need to be outside and let nature inspire you."

"Going outside for a little bit is not going to change anything Marco," I say with a little frustration at his simple solution. "It's easy for you since you're a photographer but nature is not going to inspire anything I am trying to write about."

"The subject does not matter. I am trying to show you that nature can be therapeutic," he responds.

I sigh at this suggestion and Marco grabs my hand firmly and leads me off the porch and to the back of my cabin where a walking path into the woods begins. As silly as I think Marco is it is actually a perfect day to be outside. It is beautiful and sunny spring day and unusually warm for this early in the season. Birds chirp and sing as they flutter overhead in the trees that are just starting to leave. The sun shines down warmly through the branches warming my pale skin. The feeling is nice but I know it's only a temporary distraction from my book like last night's masturbation. 

After about 45 minutes of quite walking Marco leads me slightly off the path into a little clearing in the trees. Besides the opening from the path we left, the small area which is about ten feet by ten feet is completely surrounded by thick woods. The grass under foot is thick and plush and a small stream flows behind the trees on the opposite end of where we entered our isolated room. 

"How did you find this place?" I ask Marco with a smile on my face.

"I have walked through these woods quite often when we come to the cottage and your working on your writing," he says. "I've learned them quite well."

He lets go of my hand and removes his backpack taking out a thin blanket which he lays in the middle of the room nature made for us. We both kick off our shoes and settle down onto the blanket next to each other, facing the stream. Marco's right arm goes around my waste pulling me snugly to his side as I feel his lips grazing my earlobe.

"Sit still, and quite," he whispers very softly into my ear. "Look through the trees by the stream."

I do as Marco says and quickly notice two dear sipping from the stream a few feet away. 

"A male and female, he whispers. "Just a couple in love like us.

I turn my head slowly and kiss him wetly on the cheek. His face turns to face mine and we kiss passionately still attempting to be quite. Our lips part and our tongues begin to play excitedly like two high-school kids making out with a parent in the next room. His hand finds my thigh and firmly squeezes my silky skin just beneath my short jeans. I let out a sigh as I break the kiss to catch my breath and we hear the deer scatter off. 

"Woops! Sorry," I say biting my lower lip. "I couldn't help it."

"That's okay. I think they just want some privacy so they can do what we are doing," he responds.

Our kiss resumes immediately and his free hand slides under my shirt and plays with my petit beasts. His thumb and forefinger pinch my stiffening buds as my tongue moves wildly in his mouth. He gives my nipple a little harder pinch and I bite his bottom lip playfully. 

"Enjoying the outdoors a little more now?" he asks.

"MHHMM! Now I am," I answer with a goofy smile. 

I reach for his top and pull it up over his head tossing it into the grass just next to our blanket. His hands go to my jean shorts and he unbuttons, unzips and forcefully slides them off me as I arch my bum off the ground. I pull off my top and throw my right leg over his body mounting him. My hands go to his firm chest and I look down into his dark brown eyes wiggling my firm bum into his crotch. His hands grab my ass cheeks through my tight white panties and I continue to playfully wriggle against him feeling his wood stiffen. I press my whole body against his as I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth my hand sliding between our bodies and into his Khakis.

I find his tree immediately since he is not wearing underwear and I give the base of his trunk a firm squeeze. I lift up from the kiss and slide down his body so I can pull off his pants letting his thick wood out into the open air. I stand up and walk over to Marco's head putting my feet to the sides of his shoulders. I pull down my panties as he gazes up at my flower. I kneel down over his face lowering my pussy to his lips as I grip the base of his cock and wrap my lips around his thick head. 

My soft red hair tickles his thighs as I begin to move my mouth back and forth over his dick. I hold the base firmly as I work the top half of his branch with my mouth. I feel his hands grip my ass cheeks tightly as he buries his mouth into my pussy. His warm tongue slides up and down my pussy lips and I wriggle my hips onto his face. His fingers dig firmly into my cheeks spreading me open as he stiffens his tongue and bobs his tongue in and out of me like a slippery penis. 

I gasp onto his cock and then lift my lips off so I can suck on his balls. I jack his cock slowly as I lick and suck his scrotum which I know is a huge turn-on for him. I little glob of clear pre-cum oozes from his head and I bring my mouth back to his cock flicking the cum off with the tip of my tongue. I slowly slide my lips back down his shaft swallowing his entire cock and massage his balls with my right hand holding the position for a few minutes as I get my pussy eaten rapidly. I can't take it any longer and I pull my lips from Marco's cock leaving a trail of saliva.

"Ahh baby I need a good fuck!" I anxiously proclaim.

He gives my pussy a wet kiss, relieving his grip on my ass cheeks. "That's what I'm here for Lauren!" he responds. 

I spin around and thrust my lips to my boyfriends, kissing him hard and sloppily. I feel his erect cock graze against my crotch and I reach back gripping the base and holding the head against my pussy. I sit up straddling his hips as I lower my flower onto his rigid branch. I sway my hips in circles loving the feeling of his thick manhood deep inside me. Our eyes connect and begin bouncing up and down slowly. 

"Yess that's it Lauren!" he encourages, "Show me how much you missed me."

I grin cheekily as I begin to work my hips faster. My hands reach down to his for support allowing me to balance and bounce up and down easily. I manoeuvre from my knees to my feet and force myself into a deep squat in order to keep his cock inside me. I pull up so just the tip of his cock is inside me before pushing back down. I bounce my ass up and down rapidly straining my thigh muscles.

"Holy fuck baby you really know how to work me," he growls.

I pull off his cock breathing hard my legs exhausted. "You better return the favour and give it to me good," I say smiling.

He turns me around forcefully putting me on my knees and I feel him approach close behind me. I look up towards the stream in front of me as I feel his hands grab my hips tightly his cock slowly pushes back into my soaking pussy. 

"If we're fucking outside we might as well fuck like animals," Marco says as he begins to rock his hips into me.

"Mhhmm! Yes Marco show me how you're going to fuck me like an animal. 

He thrusts into me with long deep strokes as I look ahead my hands holding the grass in front of me. By skin is slippery beneath his hands our bodies beginning to perspire. He wraps his arms around my stomach and begins working me faster. 

"Oh my god!" I squeal loudly scarring a few birds away from the trees ahead. 

His thrusts increase in speed and his balls slap against my skin with each stroke. The slapping sound echoes through the wood. I grip the grass so tight that it rips and I let my arms give way under me. My right cheek presses into the cool grass my hair matting out around me as I keep my ass pointed up in the air so I can be fucked like an animal. 

"Fuck Lauren I am going to explode!" he growls wildly, sweat dripping down his chest onto my slippery ass. 

"I want you to unload in me," I manage to say between my moans. 

He grabs me by both elbows and my face presses harder into the grass as he begins humping me furiously. My pussy lips tighten up around his shaft and my body begins to tremble. 

"OHH MY GOD DONT STOP!" I yell into the grass. 

An orgasm rushes through me and my body begins convulsing as he continues to pump his cock into me from behind. I hear him grunt and growl with each thrust and then feel his cock erupt as warm shots of cum fill my pussy. His place slows down as he continues to rock back and forth expelling all his fluids inside of me. 

"Wow that was wild Lauren," he says exhausted.

"Tell me about it!" I say, "I am definitely getting a new appreciation for the outdoors. "

His cock pulls out of me and Marco lies back onto the blanket. I turn around and crawl up next to him as we give each other a soft tired kiss. Cum drips from his semi-erect penis and from my soaking pussy onto our thighs and the blanket beneath us. We lie silently for several minutes and I notice the sounds of the woods around me. The stream trickles along slowly in front of us and the birds chirp and sing playfully overhead. The scampering about of small critters through leaves and rocks is audible around us. I feel at home, I feel at peace as we lie tired and naked in our garden, like an Adam and Eve before their sin. 

I reach for my white cotton panties and wipe the cum from my thigh and then clean out the cream pie in my pussy. I then wrap it around Marco's cock squeezing out whatever remaining cum he has in him as he winces slightly. 

"So do you think nature has inspired you enough so that you can get back to working on your novel?" Marco asks. 

"I do!" I exclaim, "But I think nature has inspired me to write the story of a walk I will never forget first." 



A Walk in Arizona



Please note: This series depicts soft nonconsensual/consensual sex. If this bothers you, do not read it. Also, I DO NOT condone violence against women, sexual or otherwise. 

This is going to be a series, if there is enough interest. It takes a while to get going, so if you just want the sex, scroll to the end.

Otherwise, enjoy. Intelligent critique welcome. 

*****

The dust was thick in the still, hot air. The sun blazed across his shoulders and the back of his neck as he swayed with the motion of his scraggly horse. Sweat barely trickled down his face, no longer stinging his eyes or burning his parched lips. His bloodshot eyes swept the desolate brush stretching out across the desert valley, broken here and there by rocky outcrops, and occasional saguaro, or a mirage that promised water but offered only a hot death.

Yeah, he thought, fucking southern arizona is a real paradise during the nine months of summer they have here. 

Hours dragged by, no hint of a breeze, no water to be found. The few watercourses he found only had water during spring runoff, or during the occasional flash flood. He was standing on the edge of a dry gully desperately trying to keep his legs under him, when he heard it...the sound of an axe striking wood. His head snapped around and his ears strained, his brain sluggishly becoming aware that he had been hearing the wood chopping for some time. A stumbling, shambling run took him to the rim of the arroyo, and he fell to his knees in relief.

A small weathered house stood against the base of the hill on a small bench above another arroyo. His blurred vision had trouble making out the pole barn, but, there! A well! Oh sweet, blessed cool water, Elixir of the Gods! Before he was aware of it he was lurching through the brush toward the well. He would recall those hundred and some yards as the longest of his life. The brush tore at his shirt, cholla slid their needles into his flesh...he felt none of it.

He stumbled through the brush at last and was making his weaving way across the hardpack of the dirt yard when he heard a gasp. A young woman in a gingham dress stood staring at him in shock, and a little fear, near the side of the house. He tried to croak out a word or two, but a dry rasp was all he managed before he fell on his knees next to the well. Frantically, he dropped the bucket, hearing the splash, feeling the coolness coming from below. Then, the bucket was in his hands. Desperate to guzzle, he knew to do so was sickness or death. He carefully rubbed water on his face, letting a small drizzle into his mouth so that the piece of leather that used to be his tongue could renew an aquaintance gone too long. He was still on his knees trickling water into his mouth when he heard the "ahem" behind him.

A woman stood twenty feet away, between him and the house. The double barrel shotgun she was holding did not waver an inch as he looked at her.

"Who are you, and where did you come from?" Her tone was firm, bordering on impolite, he thought. He cleared his throat a couple times, then tried some words. "Jared Su...Sullivan." The lie required no thought.

"What are you doing out here?" she reiterated. Words and lies were easier now. "I was riding the grubline down to Sonora, was going to get work with Javier Fernandezs' crew." He looked her over while she stared into his eyes. A bit bony, dishwater blonde, barely bumps on her chest, but her hips had a suggestive width that he found slightly pleasant. Maybe 5' 8'', blue eyes that showed intelligence, strength, and a great weariness. Hard to guess her age, frontier women looked anywhere from 30 to 85 at thirty. Probably getting close to forty though. Beyond her, the younger woman watching from the porch.

"either you run into bad luck, ran afoul of the law, or are just plain stupid. You have a mount out there somewhere? Are you alone?" She still held the shotgun on him. He sighed. "I am alone, I did run into bad luck, and I have a very tired and sick horse out there about two hundred yards. I'd appreciate it if you would let me up to go get him." Her eyes flicked to the brush. "Jamie, go out there and get this man's animal. I'm not letting him out of my sight."

The daughter jumped of the porch, a lithe motion she made sensual somehow. He watched her firm ass as her long legs carried her into the barn. Two clicks brought his eyes back to the mother. "Thoughts like that usually get holes blown into a man,"she said conversationally, "and if I were you, I would water my horse and get clear of us before something happens to you or us. I have a daughter to raise, so trust isn't high on my list of things to apply to strange men." He was forming a reply, when the dirt hit him in the face.

'Horseshit. Hell smelled like horseshit,' he thought. 'Just my luck. Wonder where the heat is? Always heard you could fry an egg in the air down here.' Vaguely. the sound of horses munching hay came to his ears, the smells of a barn wafted into his consciousness. An experimental roll told him that he was lyting in hay, and also that his muscles were so stiff he could be run through a sawmill for 2x6's. He was still pondering the mystery of his teleportation when the darkness closed around him again.

The sky was gray when he woke again. In the dimness he could make out the haymow of the polebarn, and see a light down below him. Someone was quietly humming, and he heard hay being pitched. Muscles protesting, he slowly levered himself to the ladder and made his way down. 

"Good morning, Mr. Sullivan." The daughter, Jamie if he recalled, was tossing hay to a couple draft horses, his own horse, and two swaybacked nags. He stretched, taking her in. Around 19 he figured, chocolate hair, maybe 5'7'', nice full breasts under the front of her blouse. She wore a white Mexican style "peasant' blouse, and a light brown skirt. The bit of ankle showing was trim, but thick enough to indicate muscular legs. A giggle brought his gaze back to her face. Blue eyes like her mother, not a pretty girl, but not ugly. Just rather ordinary features. "When a man looks at a woman like that, momma says there is either going to be a wedding or a shooting." Her eyes danced with mischief. 

"Well, if you were a woman instead of a half-grown young'un, I suppose that might apply." Her eyes flashed but he cut her off. "Wasn't your mother running me out of here yesterday?"

"Oh she was, but then she found your badge and papers in your saddlebags." she tossed another fork of hay over a stall. He laughed til he cried inside. The very dead Jared Sullivan might not find it funny, but he found it hilarious that a simple badge and papers of a dead man cleared him of distrust like a lightning bolt lights up the midnight sky.

"Well good. I hope your mother understands that when I told her I was a grubline rider, I was having to use a litlle professional deception." He started to head for the door, but her voice stopped him. "I may be only half grown, but even I know a man should bathe when he smells like pig shit." With that she tossed the pitchfork aside and made to indignantly flounce by. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, delighting in the surprise and anger in her eyes. "Missy, you're old enough now that you should be careful how you talk to a man. Someone might take it into their head to teach you some manners." "What, like a spanking?" she shot back. Her hand dipped into her apron pocket and came out with a two barrel Derringer. "I dare you, Mr. Sullivan." He laughed and released her arm, stepping back. Puzzlement warred with anger on her face as he said, "You are gonna make some man a fine woman someday." She was still staring at him like that when he went out the door, to find something to bathe with.

The sun was barely over a ridge to the east when he heard a bell ringing. "Breakfast!"

He put on his shirt, still wet, and walked over to the front door. Inside, the kitchen/dining room smelled like bacon, eggs and coffee. A small table had three plates on it, loaded with flapjacks, bacon and eggs. Jamie stood by the stove, grabbing a worn and dented coffeepot, while her mother was already seated at the table. Her ankles and a few inches of calf showed under the table, surprisingly curvy and toned for a woman who looked like she weighed 130 pounds. His eyes shifted up and he caught her blush, and he smiled at her. "Good morning, Mrs..."

"Holloway, Mr. Sullivan. Jessica Holloway. You may call me Jessica." She blushed again and looked down. "Forgive my rude welcome yesterday. Two women alone can't be too careful when it comes to men, not with the closest law being 35 miles away."

"Think nothing of it, Jessica. Besides, with two such pretty women around, caution is understandable. I don't mean to be rude, but where is Mr. Holloway?" 

Jamie spoke from the stove. "Buried. Dad was murdered a year and a half ago. But, how could you not know that? didn't you come out here to investigate his death?" Both women looked at him intently, and Jessica frowned at the surprise on his face.

"No," he said slowly. "this is the first I have heard of anyone named Holloway. I was working a different case entirely when I stumbled across you." He saw the suspicious frown on Jessica's face. "I have written four letters to you since my husband died, asking the Marshall's office in Tuscon to send someone to investigate."

"Ma'am," he replied, "I can honestly say I have never seen a single one of your letters."

Jamie turned to him while Jessica's frown deepened. "How long do you think you will be here?"

Feeling he had missed something important, he took a bite of bacon-wrapped flapjack before answering. "A few days at least. My horse is done in, and I am pretty stiff and sore." Under the table, he briefly let his knee bump into Jamie's thigh. She looked up quickly, but he was looking at her mother.

"After breakfast, Mr. Sullivan, if you wouldn't mind helping us out around the spread? Jessica inquired. 

"Of course, Jessica, and please, call me Jared." 

"all right, Jared. I'm sure you can look around and see what needs doing. Beyond that, could you ride out to check on our goats? We have a Navajo woman that raises our goats in exchange for some of the herd. They are about two miles due north of here in the hills. Jessica and I are going to town to pick up our monthly mail and supplies." She looked at her plate while speaking. 

"I can do that. While you are in town, can you pick up some ammunition for me? .44-40, and .45-70." He fished in the pocket of his jeans and set a gold half eagle on the table. "I lost all my ammo but what was in my guns and belt when I lost my packhorse."

"Of course, Jared." Jessica scooped up the eagle. The rest of breakfast passed in silence. He bumped Jamie's thigh again, but this time left his knee against her firm young flesh. She looked up and blushed. He apologized and moved his knee, slowly, rubbing it to her knee.

It was close to noon when he finally rode up to the herd of scraggly goats roaming through a brush-choked canyon. There was no one in sight as the goats chewed their way through the thorny brush, apparently perfectly at ease devouring shit that would make a person feel like they were masticating broken glass. He dismounted, and casually looked around, enjoying the view of the canyon and the desert below. He figured they were a good 500 feet higher up than the ranch. A small wisp of smoke and a goatskin shepherd's tent were off to his right fifty feet into the brush.

"Hello," he called. Jessica Holloway sent me up here to check on things. Anything you need?" A moment of silence was broken by a whisper of cloth. Upon turning, he saw a Navajo woman walking down the hillside from a cluster of brush and rock twenty feet above him, rifle in the crook of her arm. Her colorful skirt came to mid-calf, and her calves were brown and shapely. Typical of Navajo women, her hips were wide, her torso rather short, and she was only about 5'3". Her breasts bopunced under the fabric of her shirt, and they looked full and promising. He started to get hard thinking about what that sweet mocha pussy would feel like with his cock pounding the juices out onto her muscular thighs.

He quelled his lust and pulled the making's out to have a smoke.

"Tell Senora Jessica that I will need more coffee, sugar, and flour." His smoke hung from his mouth, forgotten. She was very pretty. Dark hair, smooth skin, beautiful teeth...a very light sheen of sweat stood out on her brow, and he watched a drop of it slide down over her full upper lip. He mentally shook himself and lit a match.

"Yeah, I'll tell her." He looked up and saw she was looking at him intently. After a moment, he saw she was looking at his smoke, longingly. A grin split his lips. "Tell me something. What would a woman do for a bag of tobacco and papers?" 

"Nothing that would please you." She took a seat on a flat rock about ten feet from him.

"Oh I don't know about that. Why don't you make me an offer?" The way she was sitting he could see all of her calves and a bit of inner thigh, and it was making him sweat.

"You can go now. Before you do something that makes me shoot you." Her tone was that of someone talking about how many bills they had at the general store, but the rifle across her lap twitched until the barrel was pointed in his direction.

He stood and walked one step toward her. She pivoted, smooth and fast, mounted the rifle and now he was looking down the barrel. He grinned at her. "I like the way you look, and the way you walk, and the way those tits look under that shirt, so I am going to have you. I'm going to take you. So, shoot me." He took another step and the hammer clicked back on her Winchester. He took another step and he was three feet from her. The end of the rifle barrel was just about at his crotch.

"Last chance," he told her. He drew in another lungful of smoke, and blew it at her face. He saw the anger flash, and leaped aside as the rifle boomed. powder peppered his right leg, but he was on her and had the rifle away from her. She shifted underneath him, and he rolled away from her as she came up with a trade knife in her left hand. "Come and die, pig!" She crouched with her hands apart, leading with the knife. He stood there, smiling at her, reaching down and unbuttoning two buttons on his fly. His hardon popped out and he still stood there, teasing her. 

"I'm going to put this white cock in your little brown pussy." She lunged, cutting edge up, coming in fast. He caught her wrist and twisted outwards as gently as possible. The knife dropped in the dirt, and her right hand came around in an old-as-time female clawing defense. He took the claws on his shoulder, reached out and ripped her blouse open. Her tits bounced out, a couple handfuls of brown feminine flesh. She tried to knee him in the balls while clawing for his eyes, instead denting his thigh. He caught her other wrist and pulled, then pushed when she instinctively backed away with her feet. She ended up seated in the dust, one leg fully exposed, the other tucked under her. His erect cock swayed in the air a couple feet from her face. Her eyes were unreadable.

"Lay back and pull that skirt up to your hips." She just looked at him, then her eyes swept to her knife, behind him, then to her rifle, ten feet to her right. With a sudden lunge she made it to her Winchester, and came to her feet looking at him over the sights. He smiled at her, reached down and slowly stroked his cock a couple of times. Her heaving breasts looked ripe and suckable. He wanted to leave fingertip bruises in them, mark them as his own. He took a step toward her, then another...no shot. One more step and the barrel was pressed against his left pec. 

"Pull that trigger, or lift that skirt and show me your pussy." He waited. With a curse, she dropped the hammer on the rifle, and set it against a bush. Then, while looking him in the eye, she reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt to her waist. Her legs, while not long, were muscular and curvy, without being manly. She had a small patch of short hair on her Mons, surprising him. He had expected her to have a full bush.

He stepped forward and grabbed a breast with his left hand, popped the nipple into his mouth. His right hand swept between her thighs, and even though she stood there unmoving, they parted a little for him. She was wet. Very wet. He straightened and looked her in the eye while he sucked her pussy off his fingers. "Lay down." Without a word, she laid on her back in the dirt, pulled her skirt to her hips, and spread her legs wide with her kness up by her brown tits. He knelt between her thighs and stuffed two fingers in her pussy, pulling them upward roughly, repeatedly. She gasped before she could stifle it, then lay there stiff while he finger fucked her juicy little cunt. 

"I feel how ready you are. You want this white cock in you, don't you?" He whispered. She shook her head once. She twitched as the tip of his cock slid up and down her wet slit; he could feel the heat of her as he teased her, prepared her. Her eyes were unreadable, which didn't sit well with him, so he rammed forward and thrust his whole cock into her in one smooth stroke. He felt a slight resistance, then he was balls deep in her. Her neck arched and she writhed under him once, her strong legs lifting her hips. He pulled out and rammed into her as hard as he could, feeling her stiffen on the downstroke. Again and again he pulled slowly out, then fast and hard into her. 

He settled into a rhythm, pounding her pussy for all he was worth while he squeezed and mauled her tits. He became aware that her legs were around him now, and he grabbed her behind the knees and bore down with his weight, forcing them wide apart. She was sweating and panting, but refused to moan. Little gasps made it past her set teeth. He grabbed her by the throat and bit down on a nipple enough to hurt. Two strokes later she writhed, strong enough that she almost threw him off. Juice splashed his balls and their thighs, and she grabbed the back of his neck and screamed while the orgasm tore at her muscles. 

He felt he was getting close...it had been too long since he had any relief, and he was going to unload as deep as he could into her. 

"I'm going to breed you now, you beautiful little bitch! I'm going to fuck a baby into your belly, and you are going to thank me for it. I'm going to come up here every couple days until I knock you up. You are my woman now. You will give me a strong son and I will fuck you until you do." His balls twitched and jumped, building pressure.

"You talk much, like a woman!" she sneered at him. He grabbed her throat again, and held her arms pinned to the ground, thrust into her one last time and came. Jets of hot cum flooded her fertile little hole, and he dirty talked to her as she writhed and came herself a second time. "You are my woman now, my personal whore." He almost moaned as he got to his knees.

She laid there, legs far apart, her brown cunt dripping long blobs of cum. She looked like some kind of pagan goddess lying there, freshly fucked and bred as a woman should be. There was red mixed with the cum. He looked at his cock, then at her. "I am your first?"

"Yes." The single word held a mixture of something he couldn't discern. "If I am your woman, will you beat me? Trade me? Or is that hollow words that men speak?"

He smiled at her. "You will be one of my women as I said. There will be other women, but you come and go as you please. I will come to you."

"And if I decide no?" she asked. 

"Then you can be a piece of meat I use when it suits me." He put his cock away and rearranged his gunbelt. She came slowly to her feet, feeling between her legs. she looked at the goo on her fingers. "All I ask is for a strong son, and that when ready, you come to me again." She turned, collected her knife and rifle, and walked back up the hill after her goats. 




A Walk in Arizona



Jeremy Hardt, aka Jared Sullivan, laughed to himself as he mounted his horse and headed back to the ranch. One slut possibly bred, two to go.



A Walk in New York



I was walking down a busy street in New York City. The hustle and bustle a far and distant cry from my own corn-shucking surroundings. Knowing that everything was an option for me now, I went walking down Broadway hoping for the off chance that I might bump into someone worthwhile. I had dressed comfortably, but more revealingly than I would have normally done. I wore a thigh length skirt that hugged my derriere and a deep purple blouse that revealed a great expanse of cleavage from my more than ample breasts. I walked down the street oblivious to anything around me. My purse started to slip a little off my shoulder and as I reached to put it back where it belonged, I felt a hand yank the strap harshly. A man wearing jeans and a blue hoodie was running away with everything I had. 

“STOP HIM!!!! HE STOLE MY PURSE!!!”

I tried to run after him, but my shoes were not made for running. In my haste to try and catch up to the thief, I ran smack into back of a man trying to get into his limo. We tumbled into a heap on the sidewalk and as he stood up I burst forth a torrent of tears. 

“Are you okay, miss? I heard a deep voice resonate in my ear. “You took quite a tumble.”

He helped me up off the ground and steadied me. I leaned back against the limo and told him that everything I had was in that bag. I just got to town and didn’t even have a place to stay. 

“My ID, my clothes and all my money were in that bag. What am I going to do now? I’m stuck in a big city where I don’t know anyone. I should never have left Texas. At least there the cows don’t try to mug you and if one of them knocks you over, you know it was an accident.”

“My name is James. James Marsters. Now at least you know one person in New York.”

At the mention of his name, I looked up. I knew that voice had sounded familiar and now I knew why. James Marsters was one of my fantasy play dates back in Texas. I was completely caught off guard. I didn’t want to seem like one of those kooky fans that gawked and fawned all over him. In a split second I decided to pretend that I didn’t know him and see where it would take me. 

“My name is Sarah Stephenson. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry for running you over. I was distracted.”

“I gathered that. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Oh sure. I’m fine. Just a little shaken up is all.”

“You already said you didn’t know anyone here, but do you have family back home that can help you out?”

“Not really. They kinda disowned me when I said I was moving to New York.”

“Bitten by the acting bug?”

“Oh no. I’m not pretty enough to be an actress. I came here because I wanted to be a writer.”

“Well, if I’m not being too forward and if you don’t mind, I’d like to take you to lunch. Maybe we can figure out something for you to do by the time dessert comes around.” “Oh, I couldn’t impose like that. I’m sure you have a lot of things to do today.”

“Nonsense. I just got out of an audition and could use the company.”

“Well, if I wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Not at all. It would be my pleasure.”

He helped me into the limo and then followed inside himself. My eyes must’ve been as big around as saucers because he asked me if I’d ever been in a limo before. 

“Oh no. We took my friend’s suburban to prom.”

He chuckled and asked, “You wanna stand up in the sunroof?”

I got huge smile on my face and he rolled the roof back. I stood up with my ass facing him and peaked out of the roof at first, then stood up fully. As I marveled at the mammoth buildings and the throngs of people walking everywhere, I felt something on my backside. I looked down and watched as his hands slid around my hips. His face pressed against my ass. His eyes caught mine for a moment and he started to move away. I reached down and replaced his hands on my hips. He smiled and his hands made their way underneath my skirt. I stood back up and continued to look around. His fingers found the soft mound of hair beneath my panties he began to rub my swelling lips through my panties. I started breathing harder and then I felt him tugging at the sides of my thong. 

“Rip them off.” I said. With one quick yank, they were crumpled up on the floorboard of the limo. “Turn around” he said. I complied. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and I felt his hot breath on my belly and he started kissing my skin. He kisses trailed lower and lower. His fingers spread my lips apart and pressed inside me. I moaned and had to move my arms to get a better hold of the roof. I was getting more and more slippery as he kissed just above my hair line and fitted another finger inside me. I was trying not to draw more attention to myself from passersby than I already was. The noisy city muffled my moans as found my clit with his tongue. My legs started shaking as his tongue moved in circles and now three fingers went in and out of my pussy. I let loose a torrent of juices as I came. I grabbed his head and twitched once more. Then I slipped back inside the limo. 

“Oh my god” I panted. “That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I couldn’t help myself. I had to have dessert first.”

I looked at him and said, “And now’s my chance to return the favor.” I crawled towards him and placed my hands on his thighs as I rose up and liked my juices off his lips and kissed him. I tasted my own cum as our tongues wrapped around each other. I pulled back and stared into his eyes as I reached down and unbuckled the belt that holding his black denim jeans. I could see the outline of his cock as it strained against the zipper. I pulled the zipper down and released his huge member. I gasped because I had never been with a guy this big. It looked about nine inches long and I wasn’t sure I’d get my mouth around it. But I’d damn sure try. I leaned down licked the head like a lollipop. God he tasted better than I’d ever imagined. I took the head inside my mouth and began to suck. Each time I went down I took more of his cock in my mouth until I was almost to his balls. I cupped his balls in my hand and massaged them as his dick hit the back of my throat. I could hear him moan and his hips thrust against my face as he grabbed my head with his hand. 

“Suck my dick, baby. Take my cock all the way in your fucking mouth.” He pushed my head down until my lips were gripping the base of his shaft. Sucking him was making me even hotter than I was before. I reached down and began playing with my clit. He started to pull me off of his dick, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot, sticky load of cum. He thrust his throbbing cock in my mouth quicker and as my lips moved up and down his shaft I felt a vein pulsing. “Oh, God. I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” I mumbled “mmm hmm.” He held my head and thrust his pulsing cock deep into my mouth and shot his load straight down my throat. I sucked him until I got every drop in my mouth. 

His cock was still hard as I looked up at him from the floor of the car. He looked at me and said “That was great. But I’m not quite finished with you yet.” He lifted me up and turned me around. He leaned forward and released my breasts and pinched my nipples. I could feel his cock getting hard again between my ass cheeks. He slid his cock up and down my slit before placing it at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed just the head into my cunt. He felt so big already and I knew I hadn’t even taken a fourth of him into me. He waited for a second and then plunged his hard dick into my pussy. I yelped and he stopped. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just give me a second.”

He resumed slowly. Pulling out and going back in slowly. I was still lubricated from when he made me come before and this was making me wet. He reached around and started playing with my clit while he was fucking me. As he sped up his thrusts, I matched him. Pushing back against him as he rammed himself into me. 

“I want you to come all over my dick. I want to fill your pussy with my cum. Do you want that?”

“Yes”

“Say it. Say you want my cock inside you.”

“Oh, God. I want your cock inside my pussy.”

“Do you want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it then. Beg me to come inside you.”

“Please. Please come inside me. I want to feel you cum.”

“Do you like it when you get fucked like this? Do you like it when my cock is banging your pussy like this?”

“Yes, I love the feel of your cock inside my pussy.”

“Are you gonna come for me baby? You gonna come when I tell you to?”

“Please. Please let me come. You’re fucking me so hard, I have to cum.”

“I’m gonna cum. Cum with me baby.”

He slammed into me again and I exploded with orgasm. He grabbed my hips and shoved himself into me and held me there. We came so hard I could feel the mixture of our juices running down my leg. He collapsed on me as I fell into the seat of the limo. We both lay there panting. I breathless said, “I have a confession to make.”

“What is it? You’re not a hooker are you?”

“No. I know who you are. I watched Buffy and Angel religiously.”

“I love my fans. So, you still want to get lunch?”

“Yes, please. I’m extremely thirsty now.”

“Great. Then we can work on getting you a place to stay.” 



A Walk in Paris



This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.

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Hi, I'm Susan Reynolds. Reynolds is my married name. But all this happened long before I was married. A long time before I was married. It all started after I had finished medical school. I was to start my residency, but an offer I couldn't refuse presented itself. A paid fellowship at the Paris Descartes University, part of the Université Sorbonne Paris Cité, for advanced medical studies. I just couldn't pass that up. With that fellowship I could write my own ticket as to where I did my residency. After that, the sky was the limit.

I had worked my little ass off to get to where I was today. First in my class and this fellowship in France. I was proud of myself. My family was proud of me. Dad had staked me for the airfare and pocket money. The fellowship included tuition, books, an apartment on campus and a per diem allowance for food. Not that I would have much time for eating, from what I read of the course work involved.

Once I was settled in my apartment and had all the requisite conferences I was ready to start. What I had was three days off. Classes didn't start until Monday. I spent those three days sightseeing. I saw everything. The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Left Bank. I was exhausted at the end of each day. I also found myself a little lonely. By the second night I lay in bed aching and horny. I masturbated to a mind shattering orgasm and fell asleep.





A Walk in Paris



Alex moved his hips forward and the head of his cock slipped along my labia, then he pulled back and his cockhead was pressing against my clit. Pulling his lips from mine Alex looked down at me and sighed.

"Time is tight, we really should keep going." He turned, smiling at me over his shoulder, and walked away down the street the way I had come.

I looked at him longingly. I swore. The student director coughed. I looked at the camera and stuck my tongue out. I was then walking, fast, away from the crew. They all had to run to catch up. I was pissed. After a minute of walking fast, I slowed drastically. Then I stopped. I stood there breathing heavily. The crew caught up all out of breath.

"Take five everyone," the student director said. "Stop the camera."

"Thank you, Jean," I said to him.

I stood there, my hands on my hips, trying to catch my breath. I was slowly cussing at Alex under my breath for leaving me in such a state.

"Susan," Jean said.

"Yes."

"He was told to do that to you."

"What?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but one other has been told the same thing. It seems the directing professor, wants you in heat..."

"What?" I croaked.

"There is a man, at the end of the route that Professor Libler wants to you have sex with. He is handsome, well endowed, and a very nice young man..."

"What?"

"You can quit at any time..."

"I know. Okay. Thank you for telling me. How many will I encounter in total? Not counting Alex." 

"Two more, including Paul, the man Professor Libler wants you..."

"Okay, okay. Then let's get going shall we?"

"Would you like a drink of water?"

"Yes thank you." Jean handed me a flask. I drank deeply.

"Thank you. Are you ready?"

"Camera on, places."

I winked at Jean, then at the camera. Continuing on my route the next corner I rounded I saw a small park just beyond the first building. On a bench sat one of my classmates, Lilly. Smiling, I walked over to where Lilly was sitting, watching me walk.

"You are very beautiful," Lilly told me as I stopped in front of the young woman.

"Thank you. You too are very beautiful." And she was too. Long black hair, pale complexion, magnificent breasts and a body that was well proportioned.

"Thank you Susan, that is very kind of you."

I sat next to Lilly. Turning toward her I pull her lips to mine. Lilly jumped slightly, then leaned into the kiss. I reached up and squeezed Lilly's right breast. She moaned, her hand going to my breast. The two of us kissed and explored each other's bodies. When my fingers slipped into Lilly's pussy, she suddenly became alert and pushed me hands away.

"No, no, I have..."

"I know what you have to do, but I decide what happens to me. Come to my apartment tonight at eight. Come prepared to finish what we started here."

Lilly gasped at the invitation, nodding vigorously. I stood, turned and walked away, my camera crew following. At the end of the block Jean called another break.

"Susan...camera's off," Jean said waiting for the camera to be turned off. "Susan, if you are serious about Lilly and you..."

"I am."

"Will you allow us...me, to film..."

"No."

"No harm in asking." Jean shrugged his shoulder.

"No harm in asking." I smiled.

"Places, camera running, go," Jean said.

I winked at the camera again, turned and headed toward my last turn where I assumed Paul would be waiting. Smiling, I suddenly felt my lubricants starting to flow down my leg. No matter what he looked like, I, was going to fuck his brains out.

I was just strolling down the lane, looking at the sky and the wonderful buildings. My next turn wasn't until the end of the block. It was such a nice day and I was having such a good time I forgot about being naked. Yet it was there, niggling at the back of my consciousness. At the end of the block I could see someone peek around the corner of the building, then pull their head back. Smiling I slowed my pace just a little.

Jean was gesturing for me to increase my speed, but I just smiled at him and the camera. Then I spied a bed of flowers just to my left. I stopped, squatted and gazed at the beautiful blooms. Reaching out, I picked a small red flower. Then I placed it in my hair, just above my right ear. Standing I resumed my walk toward a potential lover. Rounding the corner, I saw him. I also saw a lounge, the kind they have around pools. Bulky with cushions, extra-wide to fit two people. My gaze slid off the "bed" to the man standing beside it.

I had seen him around campus. He was indeed handsome and his skin was black as coal. His eye, dark brown, twinkled as he took in my naked body. I gasped a little at the appendage hanging between his muscular thighs. It was flaccid, but still long enough to come half way down his thigh. His chiseled abs and chest were a sight to behold. He was almost perfect. As I walked toward him, his cock started to grow and pulse with his heartbeat. 

"My, my, my, what has Professor Libler in store for me?" I asked. It was rhetorical.

"You are truly a goddess," his deep baritone voice sent shivers up my spine.

"And you are Apollo himself," I told him. He smiled. I laughed. We both knew why we were here.

I stepped up to him, my head just coming to the bottom of his chin. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands soft and gentle. Tilting my head back, I looked up into his dark eyes. Smiling he leaned down and placed his lip against mine. I sighed as his tongue flicked out to touch my teeth. Then is tongue was in my mouth, exploring my cheeks and dancing with my tongue. 

When his big black hand closed around my breast, I moaned and felt my nipple crinkle to hardness. I was ready, I was really ready. I could feel my juices flow down my inner thigh as he continued to kiss me. Reaching between us, I wrapped my delicate hand around his massive cock. It was now hard as a rock and almost reached up between my breasts. It was big enough that I could wrap both hands around it and still have the head poking out of my grip.

Suddenly, I was falling, only to be caught and gently placed onto the lounge. Sighing, I relaxed into the soft cushion beneath me. Then he was next to me, his hands playing over my body. Strumming here and stroking there. He was using like a musical instrument. I looked up into his eyes, sighed.

"Take me, now or let me up," I said boldly.

"Of course milady," he answered rolling between my spread legs.

I raised my arms in surrender to this magnificent man. His hard cock pressed against my opening. Then he was inside me, just the head to begin with. Then a little more and more and more...god it felt so good to finally be filled with a hard cock. For ten minutes he slowly fucked me. I rocked my hips up to meet his every thrust. 

Then he was slamming into my body hard and fast. I couldn't keep up with him, so I just lay back and let him have his way with me. There was a small amount of pain as each time his cock hit bottom. A hand on his thigh and he stopped going so deep. Then I was floating along on the rush. I was having sex. Not only was I have sex, but I was having sex outdoors, with a black man. My first. Then my orgasm hit. I screamed as my stomach contracted in pleasure.

He just kept fucking me. As I settled down a little, I could hear the camera crews moving around us as he slammed his cock into me over and over. I was now on autopilot. My hips jerked up to meet his thrusts without me having to think about it. My pussy pulsed, gripping him so he couldn't slip out. I could feel my juice as it rushed past his cock to coat the lounge.

Then he was roaring. His cock jerked and spasmed, as his seed filled my pussy. He was slick with sweat, huffing and puffing with his exertions. He rolled off me, laying beside me trying to catch his breath. I raised up on an elbow looking down at him.

"That was wonderful," I told him.

"You were wonderful my dear Susan," he croaked still trying to catch his breath.

Leaning in I kissed his cheek. "My place, day after tomorrow. I would like to explore this further," I whispered into his ear.

"Of course dear Susan," he replied smiling up at me.

I sat up, winked at the camera and yelled. "Cut!"

"Camera's off," Jean shouted.

Three young ladies came running out of an alcove. One had my clothes. Another carried a pan of warm water and towels. She was prepared to clean me, but I stopped her and did it myself. Calvin, that was his name, let the other girl clean him.

"Nice Calvin, promote the stereotype," I told him.

"You're right. Thank you miss, but I can finish it from here," he said taking the cloth from her hands.

I dressed and as quickly as I could left for my apartment.





A Walk in the Country



We sat at the table. The morning sky was oppressive and dark, casting its shadow over our day already.

Our plans seemed to have evaporated into the darkness that covered the town, even at 9am. We were both a bit upset at this, and were not talking. There was a frosty silence, words had been exchanged, and pride hurt. We sulked.

We had planned for days, getting all our hiking gear together. Cleaning boots, washing socks and shorts, and airing our rucksacks. All that effort for nothing, we had just wasted our time. That was our reason for being upset, and we took it out on each other, which was very unusual. We never blamed each other for things that we had no control over. It was a measure of our disappointment that we had sniped at each other since we woke up.

I stared out of the window, wondering why we were so upset, it was after all only a walk in the country, and something we could do whenever we wanted. I turned my head, and saw the disappointment etched in your beautiful face. I realised that this would have been more than just a walk, it would have been a release of all the stresses and strains that had built up over the last few months. I chuckled, and your head whipped round, your eyes blazing.

“Babe,” I said, “it might be dark out there, but it’s not raining, the forecast was for it to improve, and, since we’ve got everything packed and ready to go, why don’t we just go?”

“What?” you replied, your voice rising with unsuppressed anger, “You said earlier that you’d rather not go out in the dark, because you didn’t think it was worth the effort, and now you just think we should go. Why the fuck have you changed your mind?”

“Well love, I was sat here thinking about why we were off out, and I realised that we both need to release some of our stresses and strains. So I thought, ‘what the hell’, and that’s why we should get up now, and just go.” I answered softly.

“Thank you.” You said, your eyes becoming very bright as tears began to form.

I stood up, and came round the table, and kneeling down, put my arms round you and gave you a great big hug, which you returned.

Drying your eyes, you stood up. I stood next to you, my arm draped comfortably round your shoulder, and kissed you on the cheek. You began to smile, for the first time, and I knew that I had made the right choice.

We walked into the hall, and picked up all our equipment, and left the house. The sky was still dark, but for some reason it did not feel as threatening as it previously had. We put all of the gear in the car, and I checked to ensure we hadn’t forgotten anything. After the delay and arguments of earlier, we were both raring to go.

You were driving, so I turned on the radio, and tuned it into one of our favourite stations. Show tunes blazed out, and we sang along, the arguments forgotten as we relaxed into our singing. The countryside passed in a blur as we made our way to the planned starting point. After our short drive, 45 minutes, we arrived. You parked the car, and we got out and stretched. I began to put on my boots, as you took a little stroll to the start of our trail. Once I finished, I removed the rucksacks from the car, and proceeded to check them out. I made sure that we had all we would need for the day, and some extra for emergencies. I liked to be prepared, it was something we always laughed about. You liked to joke that it was like being with a boy scout, I always said that it was better to be ready for things to go wrong, and you always called me a pessimist. I smiled as I finished checking the gear, and you returned from your inspection.

“Well babe, how does it look?” I asked.

“Not too bad, it looks a bit muddy at the start, but may be better further into the woods.” You replied.

“Ok, let’s get you into your boots, and we can start.” I said.

You sat on the back seat of the car, and proceeded to don your hiking boots, ensuring that they were tight, but not too tight. Standing up, you closed the door, and locked the car, and put the keys into your rucksack. I held your rucksack for you, as you turned round and slipped your arms through the straps. While you made yourself comfortable, I donned by rucksack. We were ready to go.

We set off, you leading the way, and setting the pace. W e walked in silence, glad to be out in the fresh air. The trail was a bit muddy, but still easy to walk on, and as we got further into the woods, there was less mud. We were happy, and I was very glad that we had left the house and done what we had planned.

As I followed you, I watched the movement of your bum. It nestled at the top of your long, shapely, legs, and barely wobbled as you took each step. I reached out and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Oi!” You yelped, as you felt my hand touch you. “This is no time for touching me up, that comes later.”

“Right you are darling.” I replied, grinning.

I follow on. Content to watch as you sway your hips, accentuating the normal movement, because you know I am looking at you.

I think about how gorgeous you look in your hiking outfit. The boots encase your delicate feet, and support your shapely ankles. I look at the back of your well-defined calves, and watch the muscles play as you walk. My eyes travel upwards, to the back of your knees, and travel over the smooth flesh of your thighs, upwards to the bottom of your loose shorts. I imagine the smooth silky flesh encased in your flimsy panties, knowing that you will be wearing one of your tight little g-stings. My cock begins to stiffen, and I have to make several adjustments as I continue to follow you.

We walk for several miles, deeper into the woods, our legs getting used to the walk. My eyes are fixed on your bum for the whole time, and it requires all my self-control to keep my hands off you.

“Shall we stop and have a rest?” You ask.

“Sure, babe, sounds like a good plan, there’s a log over there, we can sit on that.” I reply.

“Ok, but we’ll only take a short break, I don’t want to seize up this early in the day.” You chuckle, as we walk over to the log, and sit down.

We remove our rucksacks, and take out our water flasks, and sit next to each other, thighs touching, as we sip our cool water. I lean over, and rest my head on your shoulder, burying my face into your golden hair, and nuzzling against your neck. You giggle as I run my tongue round your neck.

“Stop it!” You shriek. “You know how ticklish I am, and how horny it makes me when you do that. Save your energy for the walk, and for when we get home, you’re going to need it, and that’s a promise.”

I lift my head, surprise etched on my face, and you laugh as you see my incredulous expression. I take your face in my hands, and pull you toward me, until our lips meet, and I kiss you passionately. We break apart, breathing hard, and struggle slowly back into our rucksacks.

As we start walking again, we stay side by side, and hold hands. I feel the smooth skin of your hand as it rubs against the rougher skin of my own. It is sending small electric currents shooting through my arm with each swing. I turn my head to watch your profile as we continue to walk.

I look up, and see through the canopy of trees that the skies are still fairly dark, but a lot less threatening than they had been earlier. I smiled to myself, and knew that it was going to be a good day, no matter what had happened at home.

We walked for several more miles, before you stopped suddenly.

“Sorry about this, but I need to go to the loo.” You said.

“That’s fine babe, there are a few bushes you can sneak behind. Since it’s getting on a bit, shall we find somewhere to set up for lunch?” I say.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” You reply, as you begin looking for a suitable bush.

You wander off and I walk a little further to a small clearing. I take off my rucksack, and begin to unload our food. I take out a little gas stove, and a small can in which to heat the water. Pouring water into the can, I light the stove and sit back and wait. I lean back against the rucksack, and watch for your return.

A few minutes later, you walk into view. I stare as you walk toward me, your fabulous body, you move cat like over the uneven ground, as your lithe grace carry’s you effortlessly toward me. I admire the way your breasts move slightly with each step, and the way your hair is blown in the slight breeze.

You stop next to me, and remove your rucksack. After dropping the rucksack on the ground, you stretch, raising your hands above your head. As your arms rise, the t-shirt you are wearing lifts a little, showing part of your smooth flat stomach. I reach up, and run my hand lightly over the exposed skin. It feels like silk, a small tremor ripples through your body, and I watch your breasts as they move slightly. You finish stretching, and your t-shirt once more covers your tantalising flesh.

I check the water, and find that it is ready to pour onto our freeze-dried food.

“Chicken or Beef, babe?” I ask

“I’ll have the chicken thanks.” You reply.

I pour the correct amount of water into the food, and seal the packets, waiting for the food to re-hydrate and warm through. We sit next to each other, and I stir some coffee granules into the remainder of the water, and pour it into two mugs. I slip my arm around you, resting my hand on your breast, and giving it a little squeeze. You sigh in contentment, and snuggle closer to me.

I slowly begin to rub your breast, feeling your nipple as it gets harder. You sigh, as I continue to knead your pliant breast. I turn my head, and begin to kiss your hair. You turn your face to me, and we kiss, a long slow languorous one, that curls my toes with its deep emotional feeling. We break apart, our eyes focused on each other, keeping eye contact as we both smile. I check my watch, and notice the time.

“Jees babe!” I exclaim. “We must have been kissing for five minutes, that’s amazing, I thought it was only a short one.”

“How time flies when you’re having fun.” You chuckle. “I guess that means it’s time for food then?”

“You bet. It should be ready to eat now.” I reply. “Tuck in, this is the chicken one.”

We sit back against the tree, and begin to eat our food, once more we settle down into companionable silence. The sounds of the woods begin to intrude on our peace.

My arm is draped round your shoulders, your head resting against me. I gently rub your breast, and you snuggle closer, giving me better access to your beautiful firm breasts. I indulge myself, by alternating between them, gently rubbing and pinching, softly, each nipple, until they are clearly visible, despite the material of your t-shirt and bra. You squirm against me as I play with your tits, and slip your hand onto the outline of my erect cock. You turn your face toward me, and our lips meet, in a deep passionate kiss, our tongues fighting. I taste your lunch, and push my tongue further in, to savour the flavour. You moan into my mouth, as my tongue sweeps around your oral cavity, rubbing against your teeth. Our hands meanwhile have continued their work.


You have managed to undo my zip, and slid your hand inside my shorts. You have grasped my cock, and are rubbing it vigorously. I gasp at the touch of your cool hand on my warm sensitive flesh. Our kiss breaks up, and I lean my head back against the tree, as you begin to slowly wank my cock with long slow strokes, which you know makes me wild with desire. My hand continues to play with your tits, as my other hand moves to your shorts, and slowly undoes the button, and then pulls down the zip. I slip my hand inside, and find the material of your g-string damp from your arousal. I gently rub your engorged flesh through the light silk, and feel your hand tighten on my cock as your pleasure increases.

I continue to rub you pussy, through the silk of your panties. You begin to push your hips forward, rubbing yourself against my hand, increasing the pressure of my caresses. I hook my fingers inside your panties, and rub my finger over your damp pussy lips, gently flicking your clit as I do. You squirm, and let a small moan escape from your mouth. I begin to roll your clit through my fingers, flicking it, and rubbing around it, stimulating it. Alternating between direct stimulation, as my fingers rub over the top, and flick it gently from side to side, and indirect stimulation, where I circle round it, avoiding direct contact. After several minutes of this, I feel you beginning to tense up, as you reach your orgasm. I rub your clit faster, and your body goes rigid. Your hand grips my cock very tightly, and your nipples stand out like fingertips, as tremor after tremor passes through your body as you submit to your orgasm.

I continue to gently rub your very sensitive clit, each touch bringing another shudder from your already over stimulated body. You relax as your orgasm slowly subsides, and you lean your head on my chest, as you once more begin to run your hand over my hard cock.

Suddenly, you stand up, and pull of your shorts and g-string. I gaze at your pussy, the lips swollen and damp. The smell of your arousal fills the air. Its heady scent turning me on even more than I already was. I reach for you, but you push my hands away, and turn round. I see the lovely globes of your buttocks, and reach up to caress them as you lower yourself slowly onto my lap. My hands hold onto your firm flesh, as you grab my cock, and guide it carefully to the entrance of your waiting pussy. You run my cock between your engorged pussy lips, coating it with the moisture that has collected there. You rub my hard cock over your sensitive clit, and we both shudder at the exquisite contact. As you shake with the building pleasure, I slide my hands to your hips, to help support you, while you continue to rub my rock hard cock around your pussy. You stop, and place the tip of my cock at the entrance to your pussy. I feel the warmth from your sexual centre as it begins to overpower me.

You sit down slowly, impaling yourself on my cock, with a smooth continuous movement you bury my cock in your warm velvet cunt. I sigh as I feel the sensations of envelopment. Your firm ass comes to rest on my stomach, and you lean back resting on me, with my cock penetrating you as far as you want it too. In this position, you control how deep my cock can go, by leaning forward, you are able to take more of, and by sitting up straight, you limit the penetration. I sigh in pleasure as you begin to slowly move up and down, alternating your position, from upright to fully leaning forward.

You continue your careful movements, fucking me with deliberate strokes. I revel in your control, and hold your hips, occasionally stroking your buttocks.

As your movements get faster, your breathing becomes louder and more laboured, as does mine. I feel the sweat forming on my forehead, and am glad that it is not a very hot day. I slide my hands under your t-shirt, and cup your breasts with my hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. I begin to knead your breasts, through the smooth material of your bra, feeling your hard nipples rubbing against my palms. Your body responds, you through back your head, and move your hips faster. The smell of our fucking rises from us, and I breathe deeply, enjoying our musky aroma.

I move my hands, and push your bra up and over your tits, exposing them to my grasping hands. I feel your cool flesh against my hands, and cup each tit carefully. Continuing to knead your breasts, I softly pinch each nipple, each pinch causing you to groan, and fuck me harder. My cock throbs as you fuck me, taking me deep inside your warm velvet tunnel. I lean my head against the tree, and close my eyes. I lose myself in the sensations that are emanating from my groin.

I feel your cunt gripping my cock, and marvel at your total control. You push back against me hard, and I feel the tip of my cock butt up against your cervix. You shudder at the contact, and move away, only to plunge backward again and again. My cock head keeps hitting your cervix, and your body gets wild each time it does.

Sweat runs down my face, and I feel my cock throbbing faster, as your cunt works its magic.

“I’m going to cum babe.” I gasp.

“Not in my pussy you’re not.” You groan. “We’ve some serious walking to do, and I want to be comfortable, I don’t want your cum running down my leg all day. Let me know when you are close, and I’ll finish you off the way you like it best.”

“Fantastic!” I gasp, as you draw my cock deeper into your willing cunt.

You change your style, and begin to fuck me faster and harder, slamming yourself back into me. I grip your hips, to stop you bucking yourself off my lap. I groan each time my cock hits your cervix, loving the feeling. I feel the familiar churning as my balls begin to pump my hot spunk into you.

“I’m gonna cum any second babe.” I exclaim, as you plunge yourself backwards onto my hard throbbing cock.

You pull yourself off me, and quickly kneel down, and take my dripping cock into your mouth.

“Mmmm.” You moan. “This tastes lovely, no wonder you like sticking your face in my pussy.”

You suck my cock deep into your mouth, and proceed to lick and suck as if you were eating your favourite lollipop. I watch as you reach between your legs, and begin to rub your clit as you swallow my cock. I begin to tense up, as my orgasm builds, and then there is nothing but stars, as my balls pump jet after jet of hot spunk into your waiting mouth. You clamp your lips tightly round my cock, and swallow, not letting any of the protein rich fluid escape. As I pump the last few drops into your mouth, I feel you tense up, as you reach another orgasm. Your fingers bring you to the brink, having worked skilfully, and then push you over the edge.

You collapse on my groin, my cock still in your mouth, as you continue to suck and lick it clean. I reach between your legs with my hand, and slide a finger into your sopping cunt. Bringing the, juice covered finger to my mouth, I lick your tasty cum off it, and swallow. You lie, your head resting on my thighs, my softening cock slipping out of your mouth, your breathing returning to normal.

I roll you off me, and spreading your legs, plunge my tongue into your warm wet pussy, cleaning it of all the juices. I lick you as deeply as I can, and savour your unique sweet flavour. I avoid touching your, hypersensitive clit, but clean every part of you that has been moistened by your orgasms. I sit up, and look down at you. Your eyes are closed, and your chest is moving up and down, as if you had just run ten miles.

“That babe was a fantastic lunch!” I say. “I think I could live off that sort of lunch. Let me just say that eating you is one of my favourite things in the whole world. I just love it, and I think I could do it for days at a time. We’ll have to try it, what do you think?”

“Oh, yes!” You exclaim, your eyes snapping open. “That sounds like heaven to me, how about next weekend, we can just stay in bed until Monday morning, and I’ll just suffer the torment of orgasm after orgasm. Lovely.”

Your eyes sparkle as you speak, and I see your nipples harden under your t-shirt. I chuckle, and offer you my hand. You take it, and I pull you into a sitting position. We hug, and our lips meet in a fast hungry kiss. I taste our combined juices as our tongues meet. I pull apart, and stare deep into your eyes.

“Let’s get ourselves dressed, and finish this walk babe, and then we can continue with our physical pleasure in comfort at home later on. Is that a good plan?” I mutter.

“Marvellous!” You reply.

We stand, and tidy ourselves, it doesn’t take me too long, as I am still fully dressed. I slip my limp, well used, cock back into my shorts and close the zip. I watch as you pull on your panties, adjusting them so that they sit comfortably, and then slip your shorts on over the top. You then lift p your t-shirt, revealing your bare breasts, the nipples harden as they react to the cool air. You pull your bra back over them, and adjust them until you are once more fully supported, and ready to go.




A Walk In The Country



I was out enjoying a walk in the peaceful countryside when a blue car pulled up alongside and a guys voice from inside called for my attention.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I leaned down to the open window.

"We are new to these parts and I think we are lost." He smiled. "Jean give the boy the map." He ordered his rather buxom wife.

He said they had been invited to a birthday party at a local hotel and asked if I could give him directions to it. I knew where the place was and I took the offered map from him and spread it out on the roof of the car. Getting out of the drivers side he walked round to join me. They had the archetypical grandparent kind of look about them, with silver hair and kind demeanour so I was more than happy to help out. As I began tracing my finger across the map to show him the way that he should drive I felt something brush against the front of my jeans. When I looked down I saw his wife smiling back up at me, I brushed it off as just a figment of my imagination and went back to the map. 

I felt it again but this time the rubbing was more insistent. I was surprised and went to step away but I was prevented from doing by his wife's firm grip on my belt. Before I knew what was happening I felt my zipper been tugged down. 

Looking towards the old guy I saw he had a big smile on his face. But before I had chance to say anything my stiffening cock had been pulled out into the open air. I looked down at the top of the old woman's grey haired head and saw her licking her lips as she stared avidly at my twitching knob as it rose to full erection. I had never thought sexually about old people before and I don't know whether it was because it was so unexpected and right out in the open air for anyone to see if they drove past, or because I hadn't emptied my balls for about a week, but either way I began to feel very aroused. Her soft hand caressed gently up and down my stiff pole encouraging it to become harder than I had ever known it to be before.

"Move a little closer to the window if you want lad." The guy said as though it was all very natural and continued looking at the map.

I thought about it for a couple of seconds then did as he suggested. I had no sooner moved before I felt a hot wet tongue lap up my shaft and across my bell end before a hot sucking mouth engulfed it. "Oh fuck..." I gasped and grabbed at the roof of the car for support.

"Good isn't she." The old guy stated with a laugh. It was then I noticed he had his huge hard cock in his hand. "Sorry lad but it always turns me on to see her sucking a cock. Especially when it belongs to someone who is young enough to be our grandson."

His wife clamped her lips tightly around my bulbous end as she struggled to undo my belt, not one to turn down an opportunity I helped her with the task and soon my jeans were around my knees.

I glanced down once more to the old mans crotch and was amazed. For some reason I thought that old guys had small withered pricks but not this guy. I would say his club was at least 11 inches long and also very thick with a plumb sized bulging tip. He squeezed his fingers up and down the shaft a few times and a pearl of fluid rose out of the slit in the top of it. I couldn't help but stare as he smeared it around the shiny purple bulb.

Suddenly his wife dipped her head and deep throated me at least ten times in quick succession. My knees buckled with the incredibly intense pleasure and I felt like I was going to collapse. The old guy let go of his fat tool and quickly got behind me. Placing his arms around my chest to steady me he wiggled his hips so that his turgid member slipped between my legs so that my balls nestled on his shaft. "Can't have you falling over lad and hurting yourself." He giggled. 

Little murmurs of pleasure escaped from his wife's lips as she continued to suck feverously up and down my throbbing prick. The guy began to slowly rock his hips back and forth as though he was fucking me. Normally I would have run a mile if someone even suggested something like this to me but this was something completely different altogether. Instead of my urge to flee I found it added to my pleasure and excitement. He ran his hands all over my chest and nuzzled my neck then his fingertips found my nipples. He squeezed and gently tweaked them, which sent little jolts of electricity shooting down to my groin.

"Oh... oh... oh fuck I'm going to cum." I gasped.

"You're not the only one lad I'm nearly there myself. Go on fill her belly with your young seed son." He panted as his strokes between my thighs speeded up.

With his wife slurping on my tool and with the friction of the old guys prick rubbing my aching balls I couldn't hold out any longer and with a loud moan my cock end erupted with a torrent of thick hot creamy spunk into her greedy sucking mouth. His wife gagged at first with the first strong burst but began to gulp noisily as she drank my offering down. The old boy was also grunting loudly now and I looked down just in time to see his spurting seed spray all over his wife's throat and chest.

We stood there panting and gasping for air and after a minute or two she released my softening prick from her lips and sat back in the seat with a contented smile on her lips. Her husband, gathering composure, pulled his own deflated cock from between my legs and tucked it back into his pants. Stumbling to one side I rested on the wing of the car and watched as he bent down and tongue kissed his wife.

"You were right Jean he does taste strong and fresh." He grinned as he looked up at me. He opened his mouth to show me that his tongue was coated in my spunk before he closed it and swallowed.

"Am I ever wrong." She giggled as she scooped up her own husband's sperm from her chest and licked her fingers clean. When she was done she smoothed the final stray drops into her ample cleavage

The old boy collected his map and walked around to the other side of the car, "Can we give our new favourite grandson a lift somewhere?" he asked with a beaming smile spread across his face.

I could hardly believe what had just happened. As I looked down to the front of my jeans I realised my now flaccid dick was still hanging from my jeans to prove that it had indeed happened. "Yes... yes please... just to the next town would be fine." I stammered as I tucked myself away.

"Oh that's good we wont have to go to far because that's where we live too." He laughed.

We chatted and joked with each other until the car reached my destination. "Lets hope we cum across each other again." His wife said as the car pulled away.

"So do I... so do I." I smiled to myself as I waved them off. 



A Walk in the Country



As she walked down the quiet dirt road, her mind wandered back over the years. This place was so peaceful, so comforting. It seemed that nothing had ever changed. The smells, the sounds, the textures and the colors were just as vivid as they were in her childhood, just as intoxicating as they were when she last visited ten years ago.

She felt a dusty film sticking to her bare legs as she strolled along, but somehow it did not annoy her the way it seemed that it normally would have. She was inundated by shrill sounds surrounding her on both sides - screeches, chirps, flutters, cries, yowls, peeps, twitters, buzzes, squawks, rustles, and melodic hums and songs. Oddly, the wildly varied noises seemed to meld together so that despite the occasional raucous cry and shrill demand, the lively chorus did not fray her nerves. Instead, she felt a sense of quiet calm.

She looked to one side and then the other as she walked, peering intently into the dark green foliage. She is still amazed by how many shades of green exist. She is amazed by the shapes and sizes and of the bushes and the trees, from the tiny saplings just peaking from the ground to the towering pines shading her way. She notices how some grow straight and strong alone, while others wrap themselves around each other and actually connect.

As she wanders around the side of the old tobacco barn, she is suddenly keenly aware of a presence, and stops in her tracks. She realizes fearfully that there is a man standing inches from her, and her mind races through a series of pointless accusations about what an idiotic idea it was for her to wander several miles down a deserted country road alone. Her heart beats furiously and her eyes dart frantically as she seeks a weapon or an escape route. 

"You sure scared me" It took a moment for her to recognize that he was speaking. He had a broad smile and warm eyes she realized with relief. "Sorry," she murmured, "you scared me too." He stared at her intently, and she felt a distinct twinge of arousal as he moved his gaze from her eyes down her body slowly and then back again. "You are pretty," he said flatly, and continued to stare.

She looked back at him. He appeared to be about twenty six, maybe six two, with very dark black skin, a shaved head, and a clean shaven face. He had on a loose fitting shirt with the sleeves cut out, unbuttoned, and cut off sweats. She saw that he had a taut, athletic body. He had a well-defined washboard stomach beneath a broad muscular chest. He was either an athlete, or did some sort of demanding physical labor on a regular basis, she thought. 

"Thank you," she responded to his statement, then, seeing no one else around, she asked, "What are you doing out here?"

"Home on leave," he said, "trying to stay in shape while I'm on vacation, so decided to take a run. It's beautiful out here, serene and peaceful...makes me feel grounded and helps put the world back in perspective. I was in Iraq for over a year, and just got back last week. It's hard to believe that this place is on the same planet." 

She nodded her understanding. "I know what you mean. I used to come here as a child. Moved to the city years ago, and it seems like this place is frozen in time. It seems like nothing has moved or changed. It's oddly reassuring. That's why I came for a walk. I feel so free here. No stress, no deadlines, no jangling noises, no demands, no interruptions." He smiled at her. "Gorgeous dimples and perfect teeth," she thought to herself. 

"Paradise," he said cheerfully, "the only thing that would make it better would be some really hot sex."

Her mouth dropped as she realized what he had actually said. He stared at her. She realized to her astonishment that he was waiting for a response. She looked around, almost expecting someone to walk out from the old barn or the woods. When no one did, she shook her head and replayed his words in her mind. She looked at his face and into his eyes expecting amusement, but found none.

Instead, she saw sincerity, sensuality, and raw lust. He was serious, she realized. He wanted sex and he wanted it now. She saw the glint in his eye and realized that he had just issued her a challenge. 

The possibility was suddenly real in her mind. Her mind was a whirlwind of images and scenes and locations and people. She looked around at the vibrant colors and felt the breeze in her hair. "You know, you're absolutely right," she shot back at him.

Without any hesitation, he reached out and pulled her against his chest roughly. He wrapped one hand in her hair and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He probed her mouth demandingly, and withdrew slowly, stroking her lips with the tip of his tongue as he did. She realized that she was sucking, using her lips to try to capture his tongue and pull it back inside. 

He worked his way back against the trunk of the broad old shadetree behind them and leaned against it. He kept the one hand wrapped in her hair, and used the other one to push her to her knees. "Calm down you little suck slut, I'm going to put something right back in that little mouth of yours." She looked up and started to protest about him talking to her in such a manner, but he had already stuck his middle finger in her mouth and began working it around indecently.

He pulled the finger out and in one quick motion, he snapped his waistband down and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen. He dick was at least eleven inches long and several inches thick. It was dark black, with a thick, pink swollen head and it glistened where the sun reflected on it. His balls were the size of small oranges, hanging full on either side of his big dick. 

He wrapped one hand in her long blond hair and pushed her head impatiently toward his stiff cock. With his other hand, he grabbed his dick and guided it toward her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and licked tentatively. He tasted clean but slightly salty, and she could smell the soap he had apparently used before his run mixing with the sweat from his workout. She sucked the head using just her lips, softly and slowly. As she felt his pulse increase, she swirled her tongue around it, twirling several times in one direction, then switched directions and repeated the motion in the opposite direction. 

She started to work her way down the shaft on one side, licking all the way to the base with just the tip of her tongue, then back up again, then did the same down the other side and back up. Then she moved to the underside of his cock, first licking all the way to the base in one continuous motion, and back up, then changing direction to lick side to side on a strip about an inch wide and worked her way back down like that. 

She looked up to check his reaction, and was content to find him watching intently as she licked. She changed the licks to tiny little flicks of the tongue, and went back up his cock, still touching only the underside. She made her way back up about an inch at a time, and when she reached the top again, closed her mouth for a moment to make her tongue really wet. Then, she lapped her way down to the base. She wanted so badly to suck his balls into her mouth, but she licked her way back to the head once again. Then, she began to flick the tip of her tongue all over his cock in random, quick little darts, sharp thrusts of her tongue from the tip to the base all the way around. She watched as his cock jerked in one direction, then another trying to keep up. He had begun to grind his hips and thrust, and she knew that he was becoming impatient again.

Before he could stick it into her mouth, she went down to the base, wetting her tongue again, and began swirling around his huge balls. She felt them tighten and start to swell, and sucked first one, then the other into her mouth. He moaned as she alternately licked and sucked them, moving so quickly from one to the other that the he had no time to try to adjust to a rhythm. As his hand tightened in her hair, she moved back to the head, and in one motion, deep throated him into her mouth as far as she could. She began sucking with a steady rhythmic motion, and used the tips of her fingers on both hands to fondle his balls as she did. "You are a nasty little cock sucking bitch, he groaned, I could see it in your eyes. You love the feeling of a hard dick in your mouth, don't you? She nodded as best she could as sucked. 

"I'll bet you're a dirty little fuck slut too," he grinned at her. " I'll bet that little hot pink pussy of yours is all wet and achy and swollen right now, isn't it?" She closed her eyes as she continued sucking, embarrassed that he was right, and hoping in vain that he could not see how badly she really wanted to be fucked. He reacted immediately. "Open your eyes and look at me bitch," he demanded. 

She felt the ache between her legs ignite, and as she looked up at him, she could feel her cunt tighten involuntarily. "You don't even know my name, he taunted her, and I don't care what yours is. Look at you. On your knees outside with some strange guy's big black dick shoved down your throat." Her clit was so swollen she could feel it thrusting between the lips of her pussy. "Dirty little cock craving whore." He pulled his heavy cock out of her mouth and smacked her in the face with it. "You want this stiff, thick black prick rammed all up in that hot wet tight cunt, don't you, slut?"

She looked down at the ground, mortified, but felt like her body was on fire.

He laughed and grabbed her face and lifted it so that she had to look at him. "Well, you're in luck today, sexy, because I'm going to fuck you just the way a little cock whore like you needs to be fucked. But first, you're going to show me just how much of a little slut you really are. Take off your panties, if you have any on." She peeled the pink lace thong off slowly, and he snatched them from her hands. "Just as I expected...soaked," he informed her as he inspected the crotch. He motioned her to the ground and told her to lay down in grass. "Take off that dress and spread your legs wide bitch," he instructed. She complied, as she watched him walk a few feet away toward a patch of cattails. She felt the grass against her bare skin and noticed how clear and blue the sky was, and she was keenly aware of the sweet intermingling scents of wild honeysuckle and wisteria which she noticed grew in tangled vines at the edge of the woods. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable, but she also felt alive and connected. She felt wild and free. The ground and the plants and the air all seemed to be an extension of her being. Her mind wandered. 

She was jarred back to the moment when he spoke. " Touch yourself." She looked into his dark eyes as he seated himself on the grass just beyond her feet. She moved her fingers hesitantly across her belly. He got up and leaned over her, and began to brush his fingers across the tips of her rosy pink long nipples. They stiffened immediately. He plucked them teasingly and moved his fingers across her body, down her legs and back up to her clean shaven pussy. He moved two fingers, then three over her mound, and softly traced around the folds of her lips. He thrust just the tip of a finger between the lips, near her clit but not touching it. She squirmed. 

She could feel the cream starting to ooze from her cunt and the ache there had started to intensify. He played his fingers around her opening, softly, gently, moving them just inside, then abruptly removing them altogether, but leaving his hand pressed against her. She wriggled and twisted her hips in attempt to work his fingers back into the prior position.

He laughed. That's all you get for now. Play with yourself slut, and show me how you take care of that hot little cunt on the nights when you don't have somebody fucking you senseless." The fire between her legs started again. She squeezed them together in frustration, and was immediately reprimanded. "I told you to spread your legs wide bitch, now open them back like they were." She did as she was told, and clenched her fists in frustration. He was sitting down again, with one of the cattails in his hand. He held the long stem, and traced the brown oblong lightly across her body, first her breasts and nipples, then down her belly and around her pussy.

"Play with your nipples, and squeeze those big tits first," he said, and watched intently as she did so. "That's right," he said as he sat back and began to stroke his cock as she fondled her own boobs. "Work on that pussy, slut," he demanded, as she continued flicking and stroking her nipples. She moved her fingers down between her legs and began moving her fingers around her private area reluctantly. As she saw his thick black pole thrusting out the top of his fist and watched the skin moving up and down as he pumped it with his hands, she felt a dull throb between her legs. Her fingers began to stroke, and she concentrated the movement in a small area slightly to the right of her clit. She could touch there and stimulate her clit almost directly with a steady, increasing pressure. She could increase the speed and friction as she became more excited without discomfort. 

His stiff cock made it clear that he was enjoying the show, and as he began to really beat his meat, he began talking to her again, a stead banter about all the nasty things she craved, and how he would give her just what she needed. As he called her names and described how he would fuck her, she fingered herself frantically as her need intensified. 

Suddenly, he grasped her hand and pulled it away. He thrust a finger into her pussy to see how wet she was, and when he saw her cream spill out as he pushed in, he began to finger fuck her hard and deep, slowly. Every time he withdrew his fingers, she writhed and squirmed trying to maneuver her way back to having them shoved deep in her cunt. He smiled mischievously, and picked up the cattail again, and positioned the phallus shaped end against her pussy lips. "You want something in your cunt bitch?" He was challenging her again. She eyed the cattail's size and shape and imagined the somewhat spongy texture in her pussy and responded by grinding her hips upward. He laughed again, and began to work the object into her wet opening. It felt like she expected, a little spongy, not too hard or scratchy, and it was filling her up nicely. 

It was a new experience, and her mind began a list of other objects from nature that might also fit nicely in her hot box. He worked it all the way in and began to fuck her with it, but as soon as she relaxed into a steady rhythm, he pulled it out again. She groaned in frustration, and he smiled at her, then began to work the head of his cock against her clit, teasing her by first stroking it in a gentle steady rhythm and then slipping just the tip against her wet slit.

She squirmed against him, lifting her hips and tightening her pussy to try to pull him in. And finally, she realized happily, he did not back away to tease her. Instead, he positioned his cock to enter her and began to work the thick swollen head inside. She lay still and allowed him to inch his way into her body, loving the feeling of his stiff pole spreading her open. She felt her body stretching to accommodate his girth. She loved this part...the feeling of him invading her body, taking it over, filling her up. 

When he had his dick in her completely, he leaned forward and took her hands in his, and held them down above her head, laying his full weight completely on top of her and looked into her eyes. "Like that don't you slut?," he whispered softly. "I love it," she whispered back. "Well, you're gonna really love it when I slam this fat cock deep, and fuck you the way a dirty little whore like you needs to be fucked," he replied. She felt her pussy tighten around his prick. 

Slowly, he began to pump his dick in and out, and she moaned with every stroke. Her tight pussy was getting wetter, and she could feel her muscles relaxing and the juices oozing as he worked her body. As she loosened up, he began power stroking, pulling his cock out except for the head and then ramming it back into her cunt deep and hard. Again and again, he slammed his thick cock to the hilt. 

She rose to meet his thrusts, and he encouraged her wanton movements by whispering obscenities. "That's it, fuck me back. Show me what a good little fuck slut you are. Make sure I know how much you like it cunt, or I might just pull this big black dick out and leave you empty and wishing for a good hard fuck. You better make this worth my time, you nasty little cockcraving bitch."

She tried to grab and claw frantically as he continued to slam his cock into her, but he held her pinned helplessly. The sounds of the birds and insects and the wind around her reminded her that she was outside in broad daylight, laying on the grass with this sexy black stranger between her legs, fucking her like a whore. As he increased his speed, she felt him pumping her insides like a piston and felt his balls slapping against her. She heard the satisfying smack of flesh against flesh as he beat his meat into her wet cunt again and again. She heard the squish of suction as he plunged in and out of her cream filled pussy. She felt like screaming, but as she opened her mouth, he thrust his tongue in deep, fucking her mouth with his tongue as he continued pounding her hot, wet cunt with his stiff dick. She felt her body beginning to convulse, and as she came, he continued ramming his cock in mercilessly. She felt like she was caught in an endless wave of sensation as her orgasm continued. Her body was flooded with tension, ecstasy, relief, comfort, relaxation...and suddenly, he was not there.

She was limp and oozing and empty, and when she opened her eyes, he was shoving his thick black, cum coated cock back into her mouth. Her eyes flew open as she gagged on his rock hard, throbbing dick. She was relieved when he withdrew slightly, only to shove it back down her throat. He had his knees on each side of her face, and still held her hands helpless as he fucked her mouth. 

"Take it bitch," he panted, as he shoved his cock rapidly in and out of her mouth, leaving her alternately choking and gasping for air. She felt the pulse in his dick and the fullness and knew he was about to burst. Suddenly, she felt his muscles contract, and then tasted a salty sweet creamy texture bubbling into her mouth. He pulled out and grabbed his dick and pumped it with controlled abandon over her lips and face and hair, and as the spurting slowed to a slow ooze, he used his cock like a paintbrush, smearing it over her face and lips. When he was empty, he ran his fingers thru the cum smears on her face, and then thrust them into her mouth, directing her, with just a look, to lick them clean.

He smiled at her, more relaxed now, but still mischievous, and lay back on the grass beside her. He pulled her close, and stroked her gently. She looked into his eyes. You need to lick all this cum off my cock and get me nice and clean, he said, matter of factly. That will get me nice and hard again. Since we are out here in the great outdoors, I think it's only appropriate that we should do it like the animals do. I'm gonna bend you over on all fours with your lily white ass in the air, and fuck you like the little bitch in heat that you are.

She moved her tongue toward his dick and made a mental note to herself that she was definitely going to get back to nature more frequently. 

*





A Walk in the Country



We pack our lunch things away, and make sure we have left no rubbish, before donning our rucksacks and continuing our hike.

We walk for a while, both lost in our own thoughts. We don’t have any fear of getting lost, as we have been hiking here many times, and know our way round quite well. I walk up behind you, and give your bum a gentle pat, and you chuckle as I squeeze your buttocks.

We hold hands, and continue deeper into the quiet woods. I notice that it is getting darker, and look up. The clouds have increased, instead of grey they are now black, and it is getting colder fast.

“Shit!” I exclaim. “Looks like were in trouble babe. I think it’s going to rain, and we’re miles from any shelter I know of. What do you want to do? We can carry on, and hope we find shelter soon, or we can turn round and go back to the car as quick as we can.”

“I don’t know!” You reply. “I think we should carry on for a while, it might be a quick shower, and I’m enjoying my day, and a little rain won’t spoil it.”

“OK babe. We’ll carry on for a while.”

Just as I finish replying, the heavens open, and water comes sluicing out of the sky. Within seconds we are both soaked to the skin, our clothes plastered to or wet bodies. I look at you, and see your breasts outlined by the wet t-shirt and bra, and see that the cold water has made your nipples stand out again. I smile I love to see your nipples. We looked at each other, and began to slog our way through the pouring rain, looking for some form of useful shelter.

We struggled through the sheeting water, and the foot hugging mud, which had sprung from nowhere. Water ran into our boots, and made our progress extremely difficult. We held hands, helping each other through the worsening storm. Lightening lit the sky, followed by a tremendous crack of thunder, which startled the two of us. I looked at you and tried to speak, only to find my mouth fill with water, the moment it was open. I pulled you close, and whispered reassurances in your ear, as we clung together. Flashes of lightening illuminated the landscape like strobe lighting, giving an impression of stop-go rain. I spotted a darker area deeper in the trees, and guided you toward it.

As we got closer, almost drowning in the deluge, we both saw the opening. The next flash of lightening illuminated it, and we struggled toward it faster. We knew that this was our place of safety, our haven. The thunder assailed our ears, with its continuous, drum like, noise. We finally reached the opening, and fell into it, our bodies exhausted by the ordeal.

We were at the entrance to a cave. We stared into the blackness, and could not see anything. We were both a bit frightened, and very cold and wet. I stood up, and removed my rucksack, and then helped you remove yours. You were shivering, so I hugged you, and began to rub your back, trying to warm you up a bit.

“It’s alright babe!” I whispered. “We should be safe here until the storm blows over, and then we can get back to the car and home. We’ll be fine, just think of it as a new part of the adventure.” I smiled at you as I continued to rub your back. You began to relax, and smiled back.

I let go of you, and reached into my rucksack for the torch that I knew would be there. Switching it on, I shone it toward the back of the cave.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “This is a fantastic place, it’s huge, and it’s dry. We’ll have no problems while we’re here.”

You looked around, and nodded your head, still shivering.

I unpacked the rucksacks, to see what we had. I got the stove out, and lit it to try to get some warmth. I quickly looked round the cave and found, luckily, lots of dry wood. I piled all the wood together, and carefully laid out enough to get a good fire going. I switched off the stove, once the fire was going, and looked at our store of dry clothing. There was not enough, we only had a couple of jumpers, and these had both got wet in the storm.

The fire was burning merrily, giving off its light and heat. We were cuddled together, as close to the fire as we could get. I could hear the rain hammering into the ground, over the crackling of the fire. We weren’t getting warm or dry, and I knew it would take a long time for us to warm up.

I put my arms round you, and pull you close, feeling your cold skin through the wet clothing.

“We’re going to have to get dry babe.” I say. “We’ll have to take this wet stuff off, and set it close to the fire to dry off. Otherwise we’ll stay cold, and get colder.”

“Yes. That’s the best plan.” You mumble.

“Come on then, let’s get naked!” I joke.

You look at the smile on my face, and giggle as I begin to slowly pull my clothes off.

“If you don’t hurry up babe, I’ll have to take matters into my hands, and strip you myself.” I say, and watch you eyes widen with delight, as I lean forward, and pull your t-shirt over your head. You sit there, your white lacy bra covering your firm breasts. I look down, and admire the sight. You stand up, and begin to remove the rest of your wet clothes, as I continue to remove mine.

It doesn’t take long until we are standing naked, our wet clothing spread round the fire, drying slowly. I wrap my arms around you, and pull you close, feeling your hard nipples rubbing against my chest. I hold tight, and gently caress your damp back.

We sit down, on the rucksacks, and move as close to the fire as we can get, without getting burnt. It doesn’t take too long for the warmth of the fire to make us feel better. I light the stove, and put the last of our water on to boil, for a cup of coffee to warm our insides.

While the water boils, I walk to the entrance of the cave, and stick the water bottle into the still pouring rain. It takes a few seconds, and once more we have a full water bottle. I walk slowly back to the fire, my eyes staring at your naked body. I feel the blood rush to my cock, and as I get closer, I feel it rise, until it is pointing straight up to the roof. You giggle as you see me standing there with my erection, slowly bobbing to the quickening beat of my heart. I kneel next to you, and lean forward pressing my lips to yours. I continue to lean, pushing you over onto your back. My tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring.

I support my body above yours, as you slide your arms around me, trying to pull me down. I slowly lower myself onto you our body’s touching from head to toe, as we continue our kiss. The fire warms our bodies and our lust heats our souls.

My hard cock is pressed into your pubic mound, and I can feel the heat emanating from your pussy. I break off our kiss, and slowly kneel up, spreading your legs wide with my hands as I look at your moist pussy. I sit back on my heels, and lean forward, to place a delicate kiss on the entrance to your sex. You gasp as my tongue slowly pushes its way into your hot wet depths, probing for your tasty juices. You sigh as my tongue works its way into you, lapping at the entrance, and then pushing inside, scraping against your sensitive flesh. I look up, my tongue still buried inside you, and watch your face, as I begin to fuck you with my tongue and mouth.

Your breasts rise and fall quickly, in time with your ragged breathing. I watch, almost transfixed, as your nipples become redder and harder. I reach up with one hand, while the other is slowly rubbing your hard clit, and softly flick each of your nipples. As my fingers rub your nipples, you moan louder, and your body begins to move about under me. I bury my head into your cunt, and slurp all the juices that are freely flowing. My fingers circle your clit, rubbing over it, occasionally, each time elicits a louder moan, and a bucking of your hips. I feel you begin to tense up, as your climax starts. Your thighs lock round my head, and you push your hips up, squashing your cunt harder onto my face. I feel the hot juices literally pouring into my mouth, and I struggle manfully to swallow them all. I stop playing with your nipples, and move my hand away from your clit, but continue to softly slide my tongue in and out of your sopping pussy. As your body relaxes, your legs release my head, and I slowly, and carefully withdraw my tongue from your warm velvet tunnel. You sigh as my tongue finally leaves you.

I kneel up, and look down at you. You open your eyes, and stare straight into mine. We both smile. The juices from your pussy begin to dry on my face in the heat of the fire the feeling is exquisite.

“I enjoyed that babe.” I pant. “I think we’ll have to do that again, very soon. I’ll just let you have a few minutes to recover a bit, and then we’ll start again. Looks like the rain wasn’t such a bad thing after all, huh?”

“I’m glad that we found somewhere to keep dry.” You reply. “At least it’s private, and now that we’ve got the fire going, it’s pretty nice. We’ll have to find this place again, on a nice sunny day we can do more of this, and not have to listen to the crappy rain. Now what were you saying about a repeat performance?” You smile.

“Well you did recover quickly didn’t you!” I laugh. “OK then, I fancy you sitting on my face, how does that suit you?”

“Great!” You exclaim, as you quickly stand up, and push me onto my back.

“Ouch!” I groan. ”The floor not exactly carpet like babe, take it easy.”

“Sorry darling.” You reply. “I got a bit carried away, but I’m sure you’ll forget the slight pain in a minute.” You begin to giggle, and I watch with fascination as your breasts wobble gently in time to your giggling. I reach up, and cup both breasts, feeling the warm flesh, and the hard nipples as I squeeze them.

You throw your head back, and sigh with pleasure as I maul your dangling firm breasts. I tweak each nipple, pulling and pinching, careful not to hurt you, only to cause you immense pleasure. You shudder as your body goes through a mini orgasm. I see the pink flush of sex spreading across your chest and shoulders, and know that I am equally flushed.

I run one of my hands slowly down your firm warm body, sliding it between your legs, and slipping my middle finger into your ready pussy. You shudder at the intimate contact, and push down against my invading digit. I sigh as I begin to work my finger in and out, slowly increasing the speed and pressure of the penetration. I can feel your arousal as you produce more of your natural lubrication. I watch your face, as you close your eyes, and let the sensations from your cunt envelope your body.

I continue to plunge my finger into your slick velvety pussy, flicking your clit with my thumb, just to raise the level of your excitement. You throw your head back, and howl with pleasure as you reach another orgasm. My hand gets wetter as I feel your cum running out of your well fingered pussy. You relax as you come back down from your climax, and lean forward, your breasts dangling in front of my face. I take one of your hard nipples into my mouth and begin to suck it like it was the last sweet on earth. I hear you groaning as I suck harder.

You sit up, and pull your nipple out of my mouth, leaving it coated in my saliva. As you move to stand up, to reposition yourself, my finger slides out of your pussy. I raise my hand to my mouth, and lick the juices from it. I close my eyes as I enjoy the tangy flavour of your cum.

When I open my eyes, the fantastic sight of your pussy greets me, hovering a few inches above my face. I inhale deeply, smelling the aroma of your sexual excitement. I grab your hips, and pull your pussy onto my waiting mouth, and bury my tongue into your tasty cunt. I slide my tongue as deep into you as I possibly can, savouring the flavour, and enjoying the aroma of your sex. My hands reach round, and grip your firm tight buttocks. I feel your breath on my cock, as you lean forward, to kiss my thighs. Your kissing progresses over my balls, from one side of my body to the other, pausing as you take each ball into your mouth and softly suck them.

I gasp each time you do this, my mouth pulling away from your pussy. You push your hips down, crushing your pubic mound against my chin. I feel your juices being spread all over my face. I am in heaven as you take my hard cock into your mouth, and begin to fellate me.

I felt your warm mouth engulf the head of my cock, and it was all I could do to keep running my tongue between your pussy lips. Your lips clamped around my cock, and you began to slide your mouth up and down its length, taking as much as you could. Your fingers were busy gently playing with my balls, and the shaft of my cock that your mouth was unable to accommodate. I groaned in pleasure, as the sensations grew more intense. I felt your tongue sliding round the head, and flicking across the hole in the tip. I groaned again, this time keeping my mouth against your wet cunt, and allowing the vibrations to transmit themselves over your sensitive swollen lips. I felt you shudder, as the sweet sensations took over. My tongue began to lap its way from your clit to your anus, slipping its way deep into you as it passed your heavenly opening. I could feel your body reacting to my ministrations.

Your tongue snaked its way round my cock, pulling it deep into your warm mouth. I shuddered at the intensely erotic contact. My body beginning to shake uncontrollably as the pleasure built up. I tried to continue eating your pussy, but found the pleasure you were giving me too much. My mind was blown away, as you sucked my cock, like it was the tastiest thing on the planet. I could feel your fingers caressing my balls, as your lips slid up and down the hard length of my cock. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my load, and summoning up all my strength, I plunged my tongue into your sopping cunt, and began to drink all your juices. I moved my tongue from your cunt, and began to flick it hard across your engorged clit. I can feel you jump at each contact, but you keep your mouth firmly clamped to my hard cock.

My cock begins to throb, as your tender ministrations bring it closer to the point of no return. I grasp your buttocks, and pull you down onto my face, mashing my mouth over your clit, and sucking it hard, as I slide two fingers, one from each hand, deep into your wide open cunt. You squeal with delight as I begin to finger your willing pussy. I feel the head of my cock hit the back of your throat, as you endeavour to swallow all of me. My cock throbs faster, and suddenly, it begins to spurt long streamers of thick milky cum into your mouth. I feel your body tensing, as the first ribbons of spunk hit your throat. You begin to spasm on top of me, and swallow all the spunk that pours from my pulsating cock.

I flick your hard clit, as I feel my cock unloading into your mouth, and slide my fingers faster in and out of your cunt. I feel moisture pouring onto my face, and open my mouth to swallow as much of your cum as I can, while still fingering you. My cock stops pumping spunk, and remains trapped in your mouth as you suck the last drops from it. I continue to softly lick your clit, allowing the lubrication you have so kindly provided to slide into my waiting mouth. I feel the tremors in our bodies subside, and leaving my fingers buried deep in you, I take my mouth off your clit, and take a deep shuddering breath.

“Fucking hell!” I exclaim, when I can finally speak. “That was just amazing, one of the most intense sexual experiences of my entire life. You are just fabulous.”

I feel your lips slide off my semi-hard cock, as you recover from another orgasm.

“I don’t know what to say!” You pant. “I loved every second of that, and when you stuck your fingers inside me, I thought I was going to explode. It was fantastic.”

“Glad you liked it babe.” I replied. “Come up here and give me a kiss, it’s time for a bit of a rest, we deserve it, don’t you think?

“Damn straight.” You say.

You roll off me, and crawl round, until our bodies are lying together, your right leg lying on top of mine. We kiss, deep and soft, relishing each other’s closeness.

I sit up, and reach over to get some more of the dry wood we had found, and add it to the fire to keep it going. I stare into your eyes, watching the flames as they dance in your sparkling eyes.

“Would you like a drink babe?” I ask.

“Yes please, that would be great. Do you have any champagne?” You query.

“Sorry Madam, but we seem to have run out, would water or coffee suit madam?” I respond, laughing as I do.

“Well, I don’t think too much of the service here.” You retort, your eyes sparkling with mirth. “I suppose I shall stick to the coffee. Thanks.”

I stand up, and as I move away you slap my arse, and laugh at the look of indignation on my face. I put some water on the stove, and check out our drying clothes. I feel your eyes on me as I move about, and when I turn round to look at you, you are staring at me intently. You smile at me.

“I just love watching you move around, especially when you are naked. All that toned muscle and lovely flesh, it’s very sexy.” You say, in response to my unasked question.

“Fair enough.” I say. “I love looking at your body too, naked or clothed, I find it extremely sexy.”

You blush a bit, and I can see your face start to go red. I turn away, and turn the clothes over, brushing them down, to remove some of the stones that were stuck on them. I spread them out again, and move back to the stove, walking slowly, to give you maximum viewing time.

The water boils, and I make the coffee, and bring the cups back over to you. I sit down, and rest my back against the wall of the cave. It is cold, and I shiver, almost spilling my drink. You sit up, and lean against me. I spread my legs, and you snuggle backwards into me, your bum pushing against my soft cock, while my chest rubs against your back. We sit there, letting the heat from the fire warm us, and dry us from our recent sexual exertions.

Neither of us wants to think about the fact that we will have to make a move to leave soon, or we will be trapped here overnight. I look over your shoulder, at the entrance, and see that it is getting darker already, and that the rain has not let up at all. I sip my coffee slowly, letting its warmth run through me, feeling it pool in my stomach. I reach round, and run my hand over your warm stomach, and you squirm back tighter into me. I feel your bum pushing against my cock, and feel the blood rush to my groin. I grin, as I feel my cock pushing against your arse, as it rises to attention once more.



“Again?” You chortle. “We’ll have to get trapped in a cave more often, it seems to turn you into a sex maniac.”

“Getting trapped in the cave hasn’t turned me into a sex maniac babe.” I reply, nuzzling your ear. “You turn me into a sex maniac. This is what happens to me all the time I’m with you. The difference is, that at the moment, I’m naked, and therefore you can see, and feel my reaction to your body.”

“Great.” You reply. “I think I need a rest, so you’re just going to have to wait, and keep that tool of yours under control.”

“Can do babe, I shall control my urges, but I’m not sure I can control my hands all the time.” I reply, as I slide my hand up to cup your breast.

“Mmm, that’s nice, I don’t mind you doing that for a while. You whisper, as my hand caresses your breasts, gently squeezing and holding each one.

We sat for a few minutes, content, savouring the feel of each other, and the taste and warmth of the coffee. My hand continued to caress and stroke, and you leant back against me, and enjoyed the attention I was lavishing on your firm breasts.

“You know we’re going to have to make a decision soon, don’t you?” You mumbled.

“I know babe, but I don’t know what to do yet, I haven’t got it straight in my mind. Let’s face it there are only two choices, stay or go. Looking at the state of the weather out there, I think we should stay, because it will be difficult to get back to the car quickly, and it is very wet and slippery out there. We’ve got enough food for tonight and tomorrow morning, so let’s just keep the fire going, and keep warm here. That’s my vote anyway. What about you?” I mutter.




A Walk in the Country



“I was thinking along the same line, it would be more dangerous to try getting back while it is pouring with rain, we may as well keep dry and warm, we can get back to the car when stops raining.” You reply, in a quite whisper, your head resting on my shoulder.

I kiss your neck, and you squirm against me, the erotic contact of your bum on my cock, making it twitch. I hear you chuckle as you feel the movement against your skin. You turn your head slightly, dislodging my mouth, and plant a kiss on my cheek.

“Give it a rest!” You chuckle. “Now that we’ve decided to stay until the rain stops, I think you should restrain yourself, until we’ve had some food, and got something comfortable to lie on.”

“OK Babe.” I reply. “I think you’re right, let’s get things sorted for food, and somewhere to sleep. Shall I get the bedding sorted, while you do the food?”

“That sounds like a plan.” You say, as you remove my hand from your breasts, and stand up slowly.

I watch as your beautiful bum glides upwards before my face, allowing me a view of your still swollen and red pussy lips, framed by the neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. I sigh in delight as you walk away, swaying with each step. Can life get any better? I think.

I stand up, and survey the area, trying to gauge what we can use to sleep on, as we will be staying here for the night. There are some piles of wind-blown leaves stacked against the sidewalls of the cave, so I walk over to check them out, while keeping an eye on your gorgeous naked form. I check out the leaves, and find that they are mostly dry, and that they are not too old, looks like it is our lucky day, despite the rain. I gather the leaves, and move them closer to the fire, building as big a mattress as I can. I empty the rucksacks, and lay them on top of the leaves, to give us a better sleeping area. I survey my work and smile to myself. This will be fine, I think, we’ll be able to get a fairly good sleep on that.

I look over toward you, and see that you have got the water boiling, and have added the food to the pan to cook. Oh thank Mountain House for their freeze-dried foods I think.

As you slowly stir the food, I watch the movement of your muscles under your glowing soft skin, and am captivated once more by your sheer animal sexuality. My cock once more rears its ugly head. I sit down on the improvised mattress, and watch while you complete the re-hydration of our food. You flick your hair back over your shoulder, and I see your face in profile, the clear blue/grey eyes, the well-shaped nose, and the sexy pouting lips. I just lose myself in looking at your face.

I search through our meagre possessions, and find that we have a small bottle of brandy.

“Yeeha!” I shout, startling you. You look at me quizzically. “Look what I’ve found, a little gem, this’ll help us keep warm later on.”

“Lovely, it’ll help us sleep as well.” You say.

You pull the pan off the stove, and turn it off, and then serve the gorgeous smelling mess onto two plates. You stand up, and walk toward me, a plate in each hand. I watch, mesmerised, as your body sways, your breasts bouncing gently with each stride. All to soon, for me, you sit down, and hand me a plate of hot food. I lean over, and kiss you, and then pass you some cutlery.

“It’s a good thing we pack well, isn’t it?” You ask

“It sure is babe, we’ll pack even better next time, a spare set of clothes, or some blankets wouldn’t go amiss.” I reply.

“Not to worry, we’ve got each other, and the fire, I’m sure we’ll think of something to keep us warm later on.” You reply, your eyes arching suggestively.

I chuckle, and we sit close to each other, and finish our hot food. The fire feels good, and your closeness relaxes all my tensions, although my cock continues to stand to attention as visible proof of the affect your nearness has on me.

You finish your food before me, and walk to the cave entrance and peer out into the gloom. You hold the plate under the pouring water, and give it a quick wash, using the power of the rain to clean it. I watch the play of muscles in your legs, buttocks and back as you lean to clean the plate. Once more I am transfixed. You turn and see me staring at you, and laugh as you spot the fork hovering midway between the plate and my mouth, frozen in place. I recover from my stasis, and quickly finish the rest of the food, and follow your example by using the rain to wash the plate and cutlery. I grab the coffee mugs and the cooking pan, and quickly rinse these as well.

By the time I have finished, you have sat back down, near the fire, hugging yourself to get warm again, and I am starting to get cold where the rain has splashed on me. I hurry back to the fire, and sit down close to you, putting my arm round your shoulder and pulling you close. As our bodies touch once more, shivers pass from one to the other, magnified as they bounce between us. I hug you tight, until we have stopped shivering. I feel the heat of the fire starting to do its work, and I relax again. I feel you arms slide round me, and we snuggle closer. I feel your breasts resting against me, and I feel your chest move each time you take a breath.

I push my face into your hair, and smell your wonderful scent. I can smell the remains of your shampoo, clean and sharp. I kiss the top of your head, and we hold each other tight, just happy to be close.

I begin to stroke your back, and feel your hands mimicking my actions. I shiver as your hands softly caress my back. I feel your lips on my neck, kissing me softly, moving slowly from side to side, over a very small area. I sigh with pleasure, and lose myself in the soft kisses I am receiving. I reach lower, and begin to rub your bum, knowing that you like it, and loving to do it. Your kisses get harder, and I can feel your breasts pressing harder against me, your hardening nipples pushing against me. I begin to kiss the top of your head, moving around as far as I can, without dislodging you from my neck.

Our caress become more insistent, your hands gripping me hard, my hands sliding under your buttocks, and pulling you even closer. You stop kissing my neck, and swing your leg over mine, until you are sitting astride me, my cock trapped between us. I grab your face with my hands, and pull your lips tight to mine. We kiss hard and fast, our tongues battling as we try to satisfy our lust.

I can feel the heat emanating from your pussy, as you grind yourself against my hard cock. I groan at the contact, loving the way your pubic hair rubs against my sensitized cock. I keep my mouth lock on yours, as I feel your hand slide between us to grasp my cock. You lift yourself up, keeping your mouth firmly attached to mine, and position the head of my cock at the entrance to your wet pussy. I gasp into your mouth as I feel the dampness starting to coat my cock, and the, all enveloping feeling as you plunge down, impaling yourself in one swift motion.

Our kiss breaks at the electric contact, and we both draw deep shuddering breaths. I can feel your heat through my cock, and the beating of your heart through your breasts. I hold tight, and let our natural breathing return, the movement causing you to rise and fall slightly on my cock. The feeling is divine, and I try to hold onto it for as long as I can, before my animal passion takes over.

I can feel your body beginning to move as your passions take control, and your movements trigger my instincts. I bury my face in your breasts, and begin to suck each in turn. You throw back your head, and begin to ride me, thrusting down harder each time. We begin to grunt, fucking each other harder. I begin to thrust up, to meet your downward strokes, slamming our groins together, lost in the throes of passion, oblivious to anything but sexual release. I grip your arse, and help you move faster, pulling you down, so that each penetration feels like I am reaching your heart. We moan and whimper as the tempo increases, sweat beginning to form on our hard working bodies, aiding our movements. I feel your hands on my shoulders, helping to lift you up, before you drop down again. I suck your nipples, alternating between them. I hear you whimper loudly as my passion gets the better of me and I bite one of your nipples hard. I release the pressure, and continue to buck underneath you. You shudder as the simulation pushes you into orgasm, your body going rigid, and all your movement stopping. I am beyond stopping, and continue to thrust hard, I feel my balls tighten, and my cock begins to pump spunk deep into your cunt. I feel your muscles tensing, pulling me deeper with each jet of spunk. I gasp a huge rasping breath, and fall backwards, worn out. You stay sat up for a few seconds, and then fall slowly forward, resting your body on mine.

We lie entwined, our juices mixing inside you, and dripping slowly onto my softening cock, which begins to slip out of your, well fucked, pussy. I hold onto you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, as our breathing gets back to normal.

The heat from the fire relaxes us, and our exertions take their toll. The subdued sounds of the fire and the pattering of the rain outside form a backdrop to our relaxed breathing, as we fall asleep.

I stir, feeling your comforting weight lying on top of me. I shiver, as my body reacts to the temperature. I look at the fire, and see that it has burnt down to the embers, and is giving very little light, and no heat. I wrap my arms round you, and feel your cold skin. I roll over slowly, laying you gently onto our makeshift mattress. As I release you, you murmur in your sleep, and curl up into a little ball. I stroke your hair, and kiss your cheek before standing up.

I quickly find the pile of dry wood, and add more to the remains of our original fire, watching as the embers find the new fuel. The wood begins to burn, and more heat and light is produced. I shuffle close, and warm my hands. I check our clothing, and find it is still slightly damp. I move it nearer the fire, and sit back down next to your sleeping form. I carefully pull you close, trying not to wake you. You snuggle into my arms, and I warm your back, by gently rubbing it. You stir, and then snuggle back into my arms, as you feel the warmth of the fire, and the rising heat from our contact.

I hold you tight as I feel your steady breathing, as you settle back into a deep sleep. I stare out of the cave into the darkness, and listen to the rain. I think back over the past hours, and a huge smile forces its way onto my face, despite the situation we are in, we really have had a good time. I lean over, careful not to move you, and kiss the top of your hair, smelling the mixture of sweat, shampoo, and the smoke from our fire. I continue to cradle your sleeping body, watching over you, like a guardian.

I watch your body move as you breathe, admiring the gentle play of muscles under your silky skin. I gently caress all the parts of you that I can easily reach, running my hands softly over your pliable warm flesh. I can feel my body reacting to your closeness, and my soft ministrations.

My body becomes extremely sensitive, and I can feel the air moving across my stomach as you breathe out. I continue to stroke your flesh, keeping away from areas that will turn me on too much. I concentrate on your back, and feel you squirm as I rub it. I watch your face, as I caress you, seeing the deep peace that exudes from you. I know the feeling, like looking up to the stars at night, and seeing the vast emptiness, and knowing you have a place in it.

You begin to stir, and I look up, noticing for the first time that it is beginning to get lighter. There is a silence, respectful and deep as if the whole forest had become a cathedral. I notice that the rain has stopped, at let out a huge sigh of relief, which wakes you up with a start. I look into your wide eyes, and smile. You sit up slowly, and we hold each other tight, our lips meeting in a deep lingering kiss.

We remain in the embrace for several minutes, glad to be together, and to have survived the night. We release each other, and I stand up. You stare up at me, a question in your eyes, as I walk to the cave entrance.

“Just checking what the conditions outside are like babe.” I say, in answer to your unspoken question. “Wow! It’s lovely, the sun is out, and the trees are sparkling in their coat of water, and the ground’s steaming. It looks stunning.”

I feel your arms slip round me from behind, and your breasts pressing against my back. Your hands reach down, and grab my cock and balls. I jump as you squeeze them softly. I stand there, and enjoy the sensation of your hands skilfully bringing my cock to full attention. I hear you chuckling as you continue to stroke my, now throbbing, hard cock.

“This is a nice way to start the day.” I croak, as you press your breasts harder into my back.

“Yes, but isn’t it a nice one?” You query.

“Damn straight!” I exclaim.

I stand there, my legs beginning to shake as you continue to play with my cock. You let go with one hand, and move round to stand in front of me, and stare into my lust-filled eyes as you begin to stroke up and down, from my balls to the tip of my cock. I shudder at the sensations I can feel building inside me. I lean forward, allowing you space to continue you work, and place my lips on yours, staring into your eyes as our lips meet.

I reach up with my hands, and cup you breasts, feeling the soft pliant flesh give as I squeeze. I push my tongue into your mouth, as I rub your nipples, feeling their hardness. You arousal matches mine, and I slide my hands around you and pull you close, trapping your hand between us. I slide my hands down, and grasp your firm buttocks, and pull our groins together, pushing your hand and my cock hard into your pubic mound. You groan at the same time as I do as our bodies respond to the animal desires in us. I let you slide your hand out from between us, and then pull us close again. You rub your groin against mine, in a circular motion, as you bring your arms up and wrap them round my neck.

I grip your buttocks tight, and pull you even tighter, I feel your body melting against mine. I lift you off the ground, and you oblige by wrapping you legs round my waist. I slip my hands under your legs, and hold you, felling the dampness of your thighs. I lift you higher, allowing my cock to break free. You hold yourself up, allowing me to grab my cock, and place it against your open, wet, cunt. I feel you lowering yourself, slowly impaling yourself on my rigid cock. I grasp your buttocks tight, and push up with my hips. I feel my cock slide easily into your waiting hole.

I shudder as my cock slips all the way into your moist cunt. I feel your legs quivering as I hold onto you. You level yourself up, using your arms on my shoulders, I help lift you up, allowing my cock to slide almost out of you, and then sliding back down. You shiver as my cock fills you.

I start to shake, as you thrust your hips up and down, moving my cock in and out of you in small motion. I fasten my mouth onto your neck, and begin to kiss you, as I try to thrust into you harder. I start to find it hard to breathe, as the exertion takes its toll. Carrying you, I turn, and slowly walk back to our makeshift bed. I kneel down, ensuring that my cock remains planted in your welcoming cunt. You gasp as I stop holding your legs, and let your body slide down, allowing the whole length of my cock to slip inside you.

You grip my neck with your arms, and lock your legs round me, as I kneel down, so that you are sitting in my lap. I then lean forward, and place my hands on the ground, and walk them forward, until your back touches down, and I allow my bodyweight to push down on you.

We lie, unmoving for a few seconds, before you unwrap your legs, and slide your hands down to grip my bum, urging me to push deeper into you. You begin to rock your hips, holding me in place. I shiver as I fell your cunt gripping and releasing my cock. I lift my torso off you, and begin to fuck you in earnest, my cock sliding in out of you, pushing deep inside with every stroke. As I push in, I lean forward, and suck one of your nipples into my mouth, biting it, and flicking it with my teeth and tongue. You moan and writhe underneath me, pulling hard with your hands, your nails digging into my straining buttocks.

I release your nipple, as I struggle to breath, my body jerking violently, as I try to satisfy our needs. I reach back, and grab your legs, pulling them up, so that your knees are drawn up to your chest. I look at our joined groins, and then look at your face. Your eyes are closed, and your mouth is open, drawing air in as quickly as you can, as I begin to ram my cock into you harder and harder. Our breath comes in great gasps. I feel your body quivering, and then tensing as you begin to orgasm. The walls of your pussy grip my cock tight, drawing me in deeper with each of your orgasmic contractions. I stop moving, determined not to ejaculate just yet, as I want to give you more orgasms before I cum.

I kiss your legs, as I kneel there, my cock buried deep in your tight cunt. While you are still in the throes of ecstasy, I carefully roll you over onto your side, ensuring that my cock stays planted inside you. As you begin to come back to reality, I begin to slide in and out of you again, you groan as my cock keeps hitting your cervix, slightly harder with each stroke. I pull your right leg straight, and push your left leg up to your chest, as I continue to slide in and out. I can feel the sweat beginning to run down my back, as I watch small beads of it form on your forehead. You cradle your head in your arms, and moan with each thrust. I can see that the moans are from the pleasure my cock is giving you.

I work my right hand between your legs, and begin to carefully play with your hard clit, while my cock continues with its careful piston like motion. I feel the warmth from your pussy, as I play with your clit, each touch causing you to twitch with pleasure.

“God this is fantastic!” You pant. “Don’t fucking stop, I need you to keep going, make me cum again and again and again!”

“That was my intention babe.” I gasp. “I’m going to fuck you so much that you can’t walk properly for a week.”

“Brilliant!” You exclaim. “Less talk, more action.”

“My pleasure!” I cry, as I hammer my cock as far into you as I can.

With your vote of confidence, I proceed to slide in and out at a faster rate, my finger flicking and rubbing your clit, until I feel you shuddering and once more going rigid as another huge orgasm wracks your body.

“Yes, yes!” You almost scream. “That’s what I want, more, more, please keep going.”

Your body shivers and shakes under me, as I continue to pump my cock into you, while you recover from your latest orgasm. I roll you onto your front, my cock stuck inside you, as if we have become one entity, joined at the groin.

We are both covered in sweat, our sexual efforts having helped to raise the temperature of the cave by many degrees. I kneel astride you, my cock pushed inside you, held slightly at bay by the firm flesh of your bum. I begin to knead your arse cheeks, as I slowly move in and out of your tight cunt. You push back at me, with each of my forward thrusts, trying to get the deepest penetration you can. I run my hands over your back, massaging you on the outside with my hands, as my hard cock massages you on the inside.

I grab your hips, and slam my cock hard into you. The resulting slap of flesh on flesh reverberates round the little cave. We both giggle. I do it again, and we both hear the squishy sound as our wet flesh hammers together. You squirm underneath me, and I lean forward, pinning your arms above your head. I begin to kiss your exposed neck and upper back, while I pump my hips against you, driving my cock into you with each hard thrust. You grunt as your body is overwhelmed by another orgasm. I push my cock into you, and hold onto your bucking body, my kisses still raining down on your neck and back.




A Walk in the Dark



3AM

I'm standing at the edge of an open field, completely naked. The field is very dark, I'm certain that nobody can see me. The only two pieces of clothing I have, sweats and a t-shirt, are attached to the tree in front of me with a wire lock.

*click*

I close the lock before I lose my nerve. I'm now completely vulnerable. The only way to free my clothing without tearing them to the point where they are useless is to get the key to the lock from my house. A bracelet with my house key is the only thing I'm wearing, hardly any protection. I know what I have to do.

Crossing the dark field is going to be the easy part, it's unlikely I'll get caught. Once I've gotten to the other side of the field I have to then walk three blocks through my well lit neighbourhood in order to get to safety. As I contemplate my situation the summer breeze brushes against me. I feel myself getting hard. Oh god, I have made a mistake. I wish I could unlock my clothes and put them back on right now. I should have never locked them up. This was a stupid idea, I'm going to get caught.

I recover from my momentary panic and force myself to take the first step towards the other side of the field. For now, at least, I am able to enjoy the walk, it is nice and warm out, the grass feels nice on my bare feet. Getting more comfortable, I pick up my pace, it is nice to feel so free.

As I walk I see a few lit windows pointing towards the field, I wonder if anyone inside can see me. I assure myself that it is too dark for anybody to see anything and I don't see any faces looking out the windows.

Too soon I reach the edge of the field, the easy part is over, now I have to step out into the light. I stand right by the lamppost, another step and I would be directly in the light. It is not far to my house, I just have to do it. I check to see if anybody is looking. Should I run or walk casually? My erection probably won't be helpful if somebody does see me. I don't know how long I stood there. Maybe if my heart wasn't beating so loudly I would have heard her walking up to me.

"Hi."

I froze.

"You seem to have lost your clothes."

I turn toward the voice, she had been walking along the sidewalk. I'm not sure how I didn't see her before. The street light shines on her, she's standing there in a summer dress. Absolutely beautiful.

"Can you talk?"

"Y-yes.", I clear my throat.

"Why are you naked? Some sort of dare?"

She gave me the perfect excuse for my situation. I should have said, Yes, just a stupid dare that got out of hand, can I borrow something to wear? Instead, "Sort of."

"Did you do this to yourself?"

I feel myself growing red.

"You did didn't you? Is that a key? What's it for?"

I'm not sure why I answered, "It's my house key."

"Hmm, would you like me to lend you something to wear? I'm sure I can let you borrow something if you play a little game with me?"

I was a little scared but this was much better than being discovered by somebody who would take offence to encountering a naked man. I shouldn't have agreed but I did.

"OK."

"Give me the key."

I handed it to her, another mistake, however she didn't know where I lived so she couldn't use it, but I couldn't get home either now.

"Follow me.", with no choice left I was in her hands.

I followed her back away from the sidewalk, into the dark.

After a few steps she turned around.

"On your knees."

There seemed no point is resisting, I lowered myself.

*snap*

For an instant I was bathed in light as the flash of her camera went off.

"As a souvenir. I was coming back from some night photography, you are my most interesting subject tonight."

"Here are the rules of my game: you are going to obey everything I say. You are going to be under my complete control. At any point you may leave and walk home naked, I will give you your key back, however I will not be giving you anything to wear. You want me to give you something to wear right?"

"Yes."

"I see that you are hard. This turns you on doesn't it? I'm curious as to what you would be willing to do for something to wear. Start stroking."

On my knees, in the middle of the field, with this beautiful woman standing over me, I started to stroke my own dick.

"Slowwwly."

"I have a feeling you like having somebody control you."

I continued stroking.

"The most important thing to keep in mind is that you don't come unless I tell you can. Let me know if you feel you are close."

"I should warn you that only you will be touching yourself tonight. You probably won't get see me, and you almost certainly won't be allowed to do anything to me. You should count yourself lucky if I give you permission to bring yourself to an orgasm."

"Stoke a little faster now."

*snap* Another picture.

She reached up her dress and pulled down her panties. She waved them in front of my face.

"If you play my game to my satisfaction I will give you these to wear, then you won't have to walk home completely naked, that seems fair to me."

"Are you enjoying this? I wonder how fast you can stroke your dick. Why don't you show me?"

I began stroking as quickly as I could. This combined with being completely exposed and having this woman telling me what to do meant that I was getting close to an orgasm much quicker than normal.

"How long do you think you can keep this up? Keep stroking as fast as you can. Stop right before you reach the edge."

It didn't take me long. I somehow managed to let go before I pushed myself over the edge.

"How close are you?"

"Really close."

"Hands at your sides."

She took my dick in her hand and started to stroke.

I groaned.

"So if I do this how long before you cum?"

"Seconds."

"How many?"

"5, maybe 10."

She let go.

"Good", she said.

"Rest for a minute."

She used the opportunity to take a few more pictures as I recovered.

"Do you think you can do that again?"

I had gotten really close, "I don't know."

"How many times do you think you can do that for me?"

Oh no, she said times, plural, "Don't know, not many."

"That was just your warm up. Here is the game. I am thinking of a number between 1 and 5. I want you to get to the edge that many times. Continue stroking until you are very close to coming then stop and let go. When you have done the correct number I will stroke you for 10 seconds, if you come in 10 seconds you win my underwear, if you cannot come that means you were not close enough and you will go home just as naked as I found you. So make sure you are no more than 10 seconds away from coming each time you let go. Ready? Go."

I had had time to recover slightly, amazingly my penis had begun to lose a bit of its stiffness. Despite this, it wasn't long till I felt myself getting near and let go. I didn't push myself too close, I figured whatever number she had in mind it probably wasn't one.

"Take a few seconds break."

She didn't give me much time to recover, "All better? Alright go again."

The second and third times took hardly any time at all. As I let go for the forth time since starting the game I realized the number she had picked must be five. I guess this wasn't surprising.

The fifth time I knew what was coming so I made sure to get as close as possible before letting go. As soon as I let go she took hold of my dick, gave me a couple slow stokes and then just held it.

She must have seen the agony in my eyes, I was so close.

"Aww, you were hoping to come? Not tonight. However you have beaten my game so I suppose you deserve some sort of reward, stand up."

She handed me her underwear. I reached out to take them but she hesitated.

"I wonder, would you chose to give up your reward if I gave you permission to give yourself those last few stokes."

I remained silent, I probably would have.

"Of course if I asked you to let me keep these panties you would probably just let me with no complaints, right? I could send you home naked, stiff, and frustrated."

"Please, no.", I still dreaded the thought of having to walk home without anything to wear.

"Why don't you put them on?"

I struggled into them but managed to put them on and partially tuck my hard dick into them.

"You look cute." She took a few more pictures.

She seemed about to hand my key back to me but hesitated again.

"Do you think you could edge one more time?"

Internally I groaned, I had really pushed myself close to the edge in the last one and wasn't sure I could take another.

"Maybe you need another reward. Having you obey my every order so well has made me very wet and I am no longer wearing anything under this dress, maybe I could give you a glimpse of what is under there? One more?"

I nodded.

"Good. I knew you could do it. On your knees again and then pull your new panties down."

Tucking my dick down had made me lose some of my erection, but I regained it quickly. Kneeling on the ground again I started to stroke.

"Same rules as before no coming without permission but bring yourself closer, at most 5 seconds away from the edge this time. I may even let you have an orgasm."

I was sure she wasn't going to but I brought myself back to the edge, backing off a few seconds before I though I needed to, the last time I had nearly gone over the edge without permission. I had a feeling I could still loose the little clothing she had given me if I disobeyed her rules.

I held my breath, recovering, as she held her hand over my shaft for a few seconds. She smiled at me and then gave my penis a firm but gently slap.

"OK, now for your reward."

She lifted her dress up. It the dim light I could see that she gleamed.

"Would you like to lick it?"

I moved forward.

"Stop.", she lowered her dress.

"Not today."

She handed the key back to me.

"Would you like another chance at coming?"

She was going to make me edge again wasn't she.

"Well not tonight, but, if you come here tomorrow at the same time I might decide to show up and maybe I'll let you come. Now enjoy your walk home."

As I started to walk away she called me back.

"Wait. If you do want to get another chance tomorrow you have make me a promise. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Promise me that you'll be a good boy and not masturbate between now and then."

Oh god, I was so horny, holding on for another 5 minutes was going to be a challenge.

"I promise."

"Your such an obedient boy, I'm glad I ran into you tonight."

I didn't hesitate this time as I reached the edge of the field. Walking though the neighbourhood still made me nervous but after letting a woman take pictures and order me to jerk off it wasn't so bad. At least my raging erection was somewhat hidden.