1 comments/ 46354 views/ 2 favorites Darlin' By: DuckieRhode I She could not believe that it was only the beginning of May and she was pitching a tent. Finals week had just ended and a couple of her friends wanted to go on a week long fishing trip. She was not sure exactly why they made her go with them other than the fact that they stunk at cooking. The least that they could have done would have been to help her set up the camp site before putting the boat into the water. But what were you to expect from guys. "Hey, Kasey the site looks good. Thanks Darlin'," Nate commented as he sat down on the ground beside the fire ring. "Yeah, no thanks to you three. So, did you catch us dinner, or do I need to hunt for some meat in the woods?" Kasey asked. "I'll take a raccoon, if you're offering." Dave said smiling. "Yeah, raccoon, that sounds good." Tim agreed. "Guys give her a break, before she breaks something over your heads." Nate said smiling at the antics of his friends. "But Darlin' if you really want to hunt down dinner I would suggest rabbit before coon." Kasey turned and threw the book that she had been reading at Nate, "and stop calling me Darlin'!" All three guys laughed at Kasey's outburst, they had all known Kasey since freshman orientation three years ago. She had acquired the nickname of Darlin' the first day. No one can remember why anymore and now it was way too late to stop the nickname, but every time she got annoyed with one of them she would yell at them to stop calling her Darlin'. "Well, since I set up the entire site, including your tent, you guys get to walk back to the jeep and get the cooler and all of our bags . . . I have made enough trips to that jeep already to get the site set this far up. And when you get back I will have a fire going so that I can make some of the food that I brought with that you all told me I would not need. Now go." After about 15 minuets the three guys came back carrying the one large cooler and their bags as well as Kasey's. "Thanks guys." Kasey started rummaging through the cooler and made a quick dinner of bacon and eggs. As the evening wore on the four started playing cards. After a while Kasey told them that she was too tired and was heading to bed in her tent. "Hey, Darlin', who gets to share your tent with you?" "What!?! No one! You three are sharing a tent and I get a tent to myself. Remember we already discussed this." Kasey said as she zipped her tent behind her as she entered her small dome tent. She knew these guys too well to let any of them sleep in her tent with her. They made great friends but they went threw girls faster than should be allowed. The next morning Kasey woke the guys with the smell of cooking pancakes and sausage. When she announced that breakfast was ready it was almost comical as all three guys tried to get out of the tent door at once. She was a little surprised that they all came out in only their boxer shorts but then again it wasn't anything that she hadn't seen before. She had even seen Dave with morning wood before, so that wasn't even a surprise. Tim's reaction when he noticed Dave's condition had was a bit different reaction than Kasey's. "Dude, you need to either sweet talk Kasey here into a little one on one attention or you need to go behind the tent and jack it." Tim said as he grabbed a pancake and started searching for the peanut butter. Nate sat laughing at Tim and Dave. Kasey rolled her eyes, "Dave, I would suggest going behind the tent, and Tim, Nate is hiding the peanut butter from you." With that she went to her tent to get ready for the day. Kasey decided that she was going to go out in the boat with the guys today, so she changed into a bright yellow bikini and cut off jean shorts. As Kasey left her tent Nate let out a wolf whistle and Tim said that maybe he would have to go visit behind the tent when Dave got back, which just made Kasey laugh knowing that they were just making noise. "We had better get heading to the lake if we are gonna catch anything today," Kasey said walking towards the lake where the boat was tied up for the night. As they got to the boat Kasey paused on the shore for a second seeing that she was going to have to walk threw about four feet of water. Seeing Kasey stall on the shore before him Nate quickly picked her up and carried her over to the boat. He was a little, but not very surprised at how nice Kasey felt in his arms. He knew that the other two guys just liked to give Kasey shit, but he truly desired her and had since the first day he had seen her. He remembered what started Kasey being called Darlin', him accidentally calling her Darlin' where the rest of the group that they were hanging with could hear, they then decided that it fit her and that they all should call her Darlin'. To most people Darlin' was just one of Kasey's nicknames, kind of like Dough Girl (Kasey had one hell of a way in the kitchen), but to Nate when ever he called Kasey Darlin' he meant it as the endearment that it was. "Thanks Nate, I really didn't want to get wet yet today." Kasey said as she finished climbing over the edge of the boat, making her ass stick out in front of Nate. "No problem Darlin'. Hey you two want to push us out and I will climb in to get things started." Both Tim and Dave agreed, probably only because it was Nate's family's boat. They had been fishing for about 3 hours when Kasey decided that she had enough with casting and waiting, even though she was the only one that had caught anything yet today. Laying a towel out on the bow of the boat Kasey slid her shorts off then laid down on her stomach. After a little bit she felt something cold hit her back and screamed. "Calm down Darlin', or you will scare all the fish away, they will leave the lake entirely. I am just putting some sun block on your back, you are about ready to bake to a crisp, and while your baking is superb I don't think we need to add your back and legs to that equation." "You're good at that Nate. It feels nice." Kasey said before she stopped to think about what she was saying. She could feel his strong fingers running over her back, occasionally rubbing over the edge of her breasts. Each time his fingers touched the side swell of her breasts she thought of his strong hands as he picked her up and carried her to the boat earlier. All the sudden she felt moisture flow between her legs. Holy crap Nate just turned me on!! Kasey thought. "Um . . . Nate, I think that is good, thanks." "You're welcome Darlin'" Nate said softly as he moved back to his seat in the front of the boat where he could still watch Kasey while he fished. He was pretty sure that Kasey had just felt some sexual arousal where he was concerned. He was a little surprised but more than anything he was happy. It had not been his idea to arouse her when he found the sun block and started putting it on her back to keep her from burning in the hot sun. But then he felt her skin beneath his hands and it had started to arouse him, so he was happy that his hands had that reaction on her. That evening when they all made it in off the lake Nate helped Kasey to the shore. Then they all started heading back to the camp site. When they got there Kasey said she had to go find something in the woods, which made all the guys laugh because they knew that meant that she had to go relieve herself. Once Kasey was out of ear shot the questioning began. "Ok, Nate it is time to spill," Dave said while sitting on the left side of Nate as Tim sat down on the right. "Spill what? My breakfast, sorry I think it is a little too far digested to come back up now." Tim slapped Nate for his comment, "No, dumb ass. You. Kasey. What is going on?" "Nothing," Nate said and then in a very soft voice added, "unfortunately." "Woh, when did this come about?" Dave asked seriously. "It's always been there." Nate said just as seriously. "So, that is why you wanted to bring her on this trip so badly. Now so many things are starting to make sense." Tim said and Dave nodded. "Are you gonna kill Dave, 'cause of his wood this morning, 'cause if you are I wanna watch." Nate rolled his eyes and went and started the fire so that Kasey would not have to. "Why don't one of you two start cleaning the fish." "Why don't you?" Dave asked. "Because Kasey and I were the ones who caught dinner, which means we don't have to clean them." At that point Kasey walked back into the site, "He's right you know. I will still offer to cook the bass, but you do know that I could refuse being I caught 4 out of the 5 fish, but I know how well you three can cook on a stove so I am not gonna trust you on a campfire." Tim had got up during Kasey's speech and started gathering the filet knife and a plastic bag. When Kasey finished her speech Tim said to Dave, "Why don't you help me with the fish, we can take them a little ways a way and clean them so that the blood does not attract unwanted guests to our site tonight." It took Dave a few seconds to realize that Tim was trying to be nice to Nate by vacating the site. "Yeah, sure; I mean not like you know how to filet very well anyways." Dave and Tim left the campsite arguing loudly. Kasey was smiling at there bickering, "Those two bicker so often that you would swear that they were brothers, not that they only meet 3 years ago." "I know what you mean, you should try living with them, if it was not for Justin I don't think that I would be able to handle living in the same apartment as them, but then again we often have some really nice guests stopping by to defuse the friendly tension." "You guys get guests? I thought that Sue and I were the only people who came by. And Sue just grabs Justin and disappears for the duration of the visit." "Yeah, but have you ever noticed that when you come over there bickering calms down some." "No it doesn't." "Well then maybe I just do not notice it when you are around, because I am spending too much time admiring you." "Um . . .Nate?" Kasey asked as she looked over at him trying to figure out what he meant by that declaration. "Kasey, Darlin', do you ever wonder why I watch you as often as I do, why I actually only date some girl at the same time as you are dating some worthless guy, or why I begged you to come on this trip?" "Nate what are you trying to tell me?" Kasey asked while looking into Nate's eyes. "That I have wanted you since the day I met you." Kasey sat a little shocked at Nate's confession. "Why have you never let me know?" "Because you have shown no interest in me, and I was afraid that if I told you that I wanted you that I would lose you as a friend. And never doubt Kasey that having you as a friend means more to me than I can express in words." Nate had looked down to the ground as he very quietly answered Kasey's question, "But I don't wanna just be friends anymore." Kasey was not sure if she should hit him for being dense or kiss him for being so unbelievably sweet. She decided to go with the kissing option. Turning to face Nate, Kasey reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, when he turned to look at Kasey for her reaction she kissed him deeply. Nate kissed Kasey back without hesitation. She tasted better than he had expected, kind of like the first slice of honeydew in the middle of summer. Nate wrapped his arms around Kasey and pulled her tight against him. He felt more than heard Kasey's moan as her breasts flattened against his chest. Kasey had always secretly harbored a crush on Nate even if she had always said she would never date him. His tongue plundering hers felt amazing, and when he pulled pressed her to him Kasey knew she had lost all chance of stopping this from moving forward. She decided that she wanted to be closer to Nate. Sliding one leg over his lap Kasey moved so that she was sitting on Nate's lap still kissing him. She could feel her pussy pressing against his hard erection. This time it was Nate who moaned. Damn, he thought as Kasey started to grind her pussy against his cock. Breaking the kiss Nate looked into Kasey's eyes and realized he had never seen them this color before. Her eyes were darker than he had remembered ever seeing. "Darlin' I want nothing more than to continue on where we are right now, but the two lug heads could come back at any moment. Now I do not care if they see us kissing, but Darlin', I am about to cream in my jeans, and I do not want them to see that." Kasey smiled at Nate, "I understand, how about tonight you come and visit my tent." Kasey winked and climbed off of Nate's lap and moved to get the cook fire set up. It was about 10 minuets later that Tim and Dave came back to the campsite. As they neared the site they were being loud even for themselves. Kasey glanced at Nate, as their eyes met they both burst out laughing, "Guess they wanted to make sure that they were not interrupting anything," Nate said smiling at Kasey. Kasey cooked the bass and found a bag of potato chips that she had brought with to go with the fish. Right after dinner Kasey said that she was feeling a little tired and that maybe she should head to bed a little early. "Hey Darlin' your back looked a little red earlier would you like me to help you put some lotion on it?" Dave asked while pretending to look innocent. Kasey just rolled her eyes and went into her tent. She had just sat down on her sleeping bag when she head the zipper on the tent open, it was Nate holding a bottle of lotion that Kasey had left on the table earlier in the day. "You forgot this outside, I thought that you might need it, and I thought that even though you turned Dave down I might offer to put some on your back for you." Kasey motioned for him to come in the tent. "You want to know what I would like for you to do for me? Go back out to the boys and tell them that I told you to go where the sun doesn't shine in August, and then tomorrow don't go fishing. I take back my offer for tonight." With that Kasey pointed back to the tent door. Nate did not know if he wanted to strangle Kasey or if he wanted to stay in the tent and force her to do what he wanted. But knowing Kasey he realized that trying to force her would probably just lead to him getting physically hurt. Even though just looking at Kasey all soft and warm sitting on a sleeping bag had him wanting her something fierce he figured that he would be fine until tomorrow. Kasey smiled after Nate left the tent, if he had looked anymore forlorn Kasey may have relented and had noisy animal sex right then and there with the other two guys watching threw the backlighting on her tent. Morning came all too soon for Kasey and not nearly soon enough for Nate. Nate had not slept all night thinking about Kasey and how she had felt as she sat on his lap and rubbed her delicate body against his. The long night had taken its toll on Nate, as he left the tent at the first sound of Kasey's moving around to prepare breakfast, he could feel how stiff his muscles were, and not just his cock but all his muscles. Nate had slept in his jeans so that his hard-on would not be so noticeable to the other guys. Walking up behind Kasey he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, "Morning Darlin'." Kasey sighed and leaned into Nate's embrace. "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Kasey asked as she rubbed her ass slightly against the hardness of Nate's cock. Nate just leaned his head down and nibbled on her neck a little. "What's for breakfast, because I know what I want but I doubt it is on the menu." "We are having French toast. So how about you go wake the other guys up," Kasey asked in a soft voice as she continued to lean against Nate. With a groan of frustration Nate reluctantly let Kasey go and headed back towards the tent he had just left. Opening the zipper he simply kicked the ankles of both guys to wake them. As both Tim and Dave protested the harsh treatment to their joints Nate told them to just get their lazy asses up that Kasey had breakfast ready. Both Tim and Dave exited the tent glaring at Nate annoyed with him at the same time as they were amused by him. They both could tell what it was that had Nate in a bad mood, especially since he had been in one since giving the Kasey the lotion last night. As they were all finishing eating and putting the site to rights Kasey declared that she needed to go to town but did not want to go alone. Nate caught on right away what was going on. "Hey guys since it is my family's boat I can go out anytime, you guys don't have such easy access so why don't I take Kasey to town and you guys go catch us dinner." Tim and Dave just agreed and hoped that Kasey relented her stance on no one being allowed in her tent but her, because then maybe Nate's attitude would improve. They left picking on each other like they always did. "So what do you need from town Kasey?" Nate asked as the other two walked out of hearing range. "Well I was doubting that you brought condoms with you on this trip so I figured that we could run into town and get some, because even though I like you I am not having unprotected sex. I have another year to get through at the university I am not getting pregnant now." Kasey said calmly from beside the fire pit where she was making sure that the fire was doused with water, because only you can prevent forest fires. Nate smiled at Kasey, "Actually Darlin' you are right I did not bring any condoms with me but you know Tim and Dave as well as I do. Last night Tim just happened to mention that he had a three pack in his duffle bag." "How do you just casually mention that you have condoms in your bag?" "Well when your tent mates know that you do not travel with condoms on a regular basis, and you become in a rather uncomfortable mood after leaving a girls tent these things can just randomly come up." Nate walked over towards his tent, sending a silent prayer to God for making sure that Tim and Dave always traveled with excess necessities, as they called it. As he entered the tent Nate glanced at his sleeping bag and was surprised to see a piece of paper folded in half lying on his sleeping bag. Curios he picked it up and half dozen condoms fell out from the paper. Written on the paper in Tim's loopy scrawl was the message: Make us proud boy, we are leaving you with our emergency supply. There are 3 from both of us. If you need more later on, if you beg we maybe able to scrounge up another half dozen or so (you know us well enough to know that traveling with a half dozen condoms each is not unusual). You should really pick up the habit of carrying some with you, but then again you probably will start with the delectable Kasey around as often as she is. We want details Nate smiled and pocketed the condoms, then left the tent, leaving the note behind. Kasey was sitting on the ground beneath a big oak tree as Nate left his tent. Kasey noticed that he had something now in his right pocket, but what she noticed more than the bulge in his pocket was the bulge behind his zipper. Damn Nate was sexy. Nate walked up to Kasey. Looking down at her Nate wondered how he had ever waited this long to express his lust to Kasey. Dropping to the ground next to her Nate let his hand trail up her arm softly, "Darlin' you have no idea how much I need you right now." Kasey leaned a little closer to Nate enjoying the feeling of his warm hand exploring her body. Kasey closed her eyes for a moment, when she opened them she noticed that Nate had moved a little so that he as lounging on the grass beside her, only an inch from her body. Closing the inch Kasey whispered, "I want to feel your flesh against and inside me." At Kasey's words Nate wrapped his arms tight around Kasey and smiled as he softly kissed her neck. As he was kissing and nuzzling Kasey's neck Nate moved his hand up under her shirt to caress her breasts softly; grazing his finger tips from her right breast, slowly across the valley between her breasts, to her left breast. Darlin' Deanna Deanna and her husband Billy were jammed together along with hundreds of other fans in front of the stage where T. M. Taylor and his band had just finished their last concert in Amarillo. Deanna and Billy were sweethearts who married right out of high school. At the time, she was a cashier at a large drugstore chain, and now, after eight years, was the assistant manager. Billy had gone to automotive school, and now supervised a crew of seven mechanics who serviced the big semi's that came in off of the Interstate. They had a good life, and were in love. Texas born and Texas reared, Deanna was a country girl who grew up around horses and other animals, so the night Billy took her cherry, she had known what to expect. In fact, she'd had an orgasm that first time. The concert had been everything that they had imagined. Especially for Deanna. She had been a T. M. Tyler fan ever since she heard his first big hit "You Don't Weary Me No More." Something touched her deep down when she heard his voice. To Deanna, he was full of hurt, but strong as iron when he sang that song, and she had felt a special connection with him ever since. And now, she and Billy were waiting for the announcement of the name of the lucky fan who would get to go backstage and meet the famous country singer. Billy had his arms around his petite wife, and nuzzled her neck. "I got to pee," Billy said. "I wonder what's takin' so long? Deanna sighed. "It's so hot in here. Maybe we should leave. What are the odds, anyway?" The odds were actually 100% in her favor. Derek, T. M.'s manager, had spotted the pretty little lady right after the first set began. She had that star-struck look in her eyes when T. M. started to sing, and her eyes never wavered. Derek had let T. M. know that tonight's conquest was the cute blue-eyed brunette in the white blouse and jeans. T. M. made sure he made eye-contact with her from time to time, and at the end of one song, he winked at her, and she winked back, and smiled. He knew she was married. He preferred married women. Hey, if they're willin'... Besides, single gals were too much trouble. They thought they were in love, told everyone within earshot aboutit, and wouldn't know a good lovin' when they got one. Deanna hadn't even considered being with another man. She and Billy had a good marriage. The sex part was pretty basic, but brought them both a lot of pleasure. She wouldn't allow Billy to go down on her, or fool around with her butt, (although he tried to do both, early in their marriage.) But they liked a variety of positions, and she'd suck him until he was ready, and then they'd go at it. On weekends, they were all over each other. So, when she wrote her name on the ticket stub at intermission, all she hoped for was a chance to meet her idol, Tyler Moody Taylor. Derek signaled for the crowd to quiet. He stepped to the microphone, holding the black cowboy hat full of stubs. With a flourish, he reached in the hat and pulled out a ticket he already had in his hand, and announced the winner: "Deanna Witt." Deanna felt like she was going to faint. Billy squeezed her, and kissed her. She jumped up and down, holding her arms up. "I'm Deanna! Here I am!" Two burly security men parted the crowd and came to escort her backstage. Billy said, "Don't forget the autograph." The crowd was clapping and cheering Deanna as she walked to the stage. She was so excited. She thought humorously to herself: What luck! Of all the women in this gin joint, they had to pick me. The dressing room door opened. She was ushered in, and the door was closed. The two bodyguards stood outside. Deanna was alone with the great Mr. Taylor. He stood up and took a step forward. "What's your name, darlin'?" Oh, God. When she heard that voice, her pussy twitched! Nothing like this had ever happened before. "Deanna," she said, and then surprised herself by stepping forward for an embrace. He held her close, and kissed the top of her head. She could smell his sweat. Her heart was pounding. She looked up, eyes shining. She was so pretty, he thought. Without thinking, she stood on her toes for a kiss. He kissed her tenderly, but wasn't sure yet. He said, "That was nice." She blushed, and looked down. "Would you like to try one more?" She raised herself, and gave him her mouth. It's now or never, he thought. Tentatively, the tip of his tongue parted her lips. Then, a little more. She responded with her tongue. She liked his taste. Whiskey, and cigarettes. His mouth odor. She could feel his erection. Suddenly, from somewhere down there came a pleasure so different, so sharp, like a rush, that she started to come! She increased the tempo of the kiss. She sucked his tongue, pulling it in. Spasm after spasm forced her to break the kiss and push against him. Everything down there, from her bump to her butt-hole, was on fire. She squeezed him, and heard herself moan and roar and gasp. He held her tightly until she was finished. "Would you like to sit down?" She shook her head. Her panties were stuck to her pussy. She was so wet that if she sat, her juices would spot her jeans. He guided her to a wall. She looked at him like no one ever had. He knelt down and took off her boots. He unbottoned her jeans, and helped her wiggle out of them. He pressed his face against her panties, and breathed in her odor. He blew his hot breath on her. She jerked a bit. "Take them off," she said. Oh, God! He's going to lick me. When his tongue touched her clit, she started to come again. He licked gently, around and down and over and on. She came with a silent scream, grabbing his ears and forcing him to her nest. Her juices glistened on his nose and mouth and chin. Oh, you wonderful, wonderful, man! He rose, and kissed her. She sucked his tongue. She stopped him. In a fury, she licked her juices from his face. "Excuse me," he said. He undressed. He took her hand and put it on his penis. It's so hot, she thought. She stood against the wall, feeling like she could die of too much pleasure. Her knees wobbled. He reached in a drawer and got a condom. He tore the wrapping off, and put the condom on. "Hurry," she said She felt like she was going to pee, but it was just the anticipation of what was going to happen. She raised a leg to give him access, and he put the head, just the head, in her entrance. It took a moment for her to realize that a new and different pleasure was happening to her. His tip engorged, and touched her someplace never felt before. Her body stiffened and she shrieked, as she came. She dug her fingernails in his back. Her mind shouted: I love your fuckin' prick! What are you doing to me? Oh, shit! He pushed it all the way, and began to move in and out. She didn't move, legs splayed, letting it come to her. She felt it go in, felt it go out. The pleasure was everwhere. Her clit, her lips, her womb. Her legs were shaking. Silently, her mind shouted: Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit! God, I love it! I will follow you everywhere, T. M., and suck your dick on stage in front of a million people. Oh, oh. OH! Here I come, you fucker! It didn't take him long. She was the hottest thing he'd ever been with. He grunted and stiffened and came and came, along with her. Afterwards, she took his limp penis and kissed it. And then, for the first time, she remembered her husband. She rushed to the sink and washed her face, and brushed her matted hair in place. She saw a bottle of mouthwash, and used it. She grabbed some tissues and wiped herself. She dressed hurridly, putting some clean tissues between her pussy and her underwear. When she was ready, she put her hand on the back of his neck, and kissed him goodbye. "Thank you, T. M." He didn't answer. He felt so fucking good. All he could do was smile. Billy had waited in line to pee, waited in line for the beers, and now was looking around for her, wondering how long she had been gone. Damn, it was hot in here! Something must be wrong with the air conditioning. Just then, he spotted her, and started walking in her direction. She saw him, and smiled. She had to be very careful now. She'd never been unfaithful to him. But now, she had. It had happened. Her friend Mona had told her that no matter what, don't ever, ever admit anything to your husband about another man. She rehearsed her answers. No, he didn't kiss me. Yes, he gave me a hug. Oh, he asked a lot of questions about us. Where we lived and where we worked. He was very nice. He's workin' on a bunch of new songs. Yes, he was a gentleman at all times. He even let me play the guitar. Oops! Don't say that, you idiot! She reached for the beer he held. "Did you get the autograph?" Shit! Well, I got autographed, all right. "Damn, I forgot. But Billy, there was so many people in that room, and the phone was ringin' all the time, and it was so hot in there. I didn't really have a chance to talk to him alone very much. Let's get outta here." She hated lying to Billy like that. She was scared he'd notice something, and start asking questions. At the same time, her panties were gathered in her slit. As she walked, she continued to get stimulated. She had never felt like this. She knew what afterglow was, but this was glow, "on and on." They hurried to the truck, and got in. The tissues between her legs were wet. She worried about the smell. She rolled down the window. Darlin' "Oh, wow, Nate. That feels so mmmmmmmmmm." Kasey moaned as Nate added pressure to his fingers before pinching her nipple hard. Kasey could not remember the beginning of foreplay ever feeling quite so sensational. Kasey had had sex before but the feelings the Nate was causing were so sweet. Kasey moved her hand down to rub over the top of Nate's erection, rubbing it softly. "Darlin' you have no clue how much I like that, but unless you want this to end before we even get started you may want to stop. How about we move back to your tent and do this right?" Nate had spoken the words against the skin below Kasey's right ear. Giggling Kasey jumped up and ran over to her tent and as she was unzipping the mosquito netting Nate wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her butt against his groin. "That is not going to help me get this tent unzipped any faster you know." "That's ok . . . it feels nice so I can wait an extra three or four seconds." As he was speaking Nate pushed Kasey softly through the unzipped netting into the tent. As they got into the tent Kasey was not sure what Nate expected of her. The two other times that she had sex she had been in a dark room and drunk. She did not know if Nate wanted her to take her own clothing off or if he wanted to take them off her, she did not know if she should move over to the air mattress or stay next to the door. Nate noticed Kasey's hesitation. "Darlin' we do not have to do anything that you do not want to, but right now I would love to help you take your clothes off and lay you down on your sleeping bag and slowly kiss every inch of your body." Kasey turned and looked at Nate, so glad that he seemed to realize what she needed. Smiling she looked him in the eye and said, "I want that too!" He did not know that his cock could get any harder than it already was, but when Kasey responded in her innocent voice that she wanted him to strip her Nate was sure his cock got even harder. Nate leaned in and slowly set his lips upon hers and kissed her a couple butterfly kisses as his finger tips found the hem of her shirt and started sliding it up her stomach and slowly pealing the shirt from Kasey. Tossing the shirt to the side Nate decided to wait to touch her lovely creamy breasts until he had her naked and laid before him. Pushing her track pants down over her hips; Nate smiled as he realized she was not wearing any panties. Nate moved Kasey so that she was lying on the sleeping bag. "Darlin' what do you want right now?" "Well you had said something about kissing every inch of my body, but I think you should be nude as well." Kasey had not even finished her sentence when Nate started peeling his clothing from his body. He did not care that he was fumbling and almost tripped while trying to get his pants off . . . he just wanted his clothing off so he could join Kasey on the sleeping bag. At long last, after what seemed like hours, but what was in reality only seconds, Nate got his clothing off and joined Kasey. Nate laid down next to Kasey and smiled over at her before he pressed his lips to hers nicely, softly. Nate watched Kasey close her eyes as he kissed her lips, hearing her sigh against his lips Nate moved and kissed each of her eye lids. Kissing his way down her face Nate started nuzzling and kissing her neck. Kasey was surprised at Nate's patience; every other guy she had ever been with would already have been thrusting in and out of her pussy. She was so glad that Nate was different than the other men she knew intimately, but a girl can only take so much. As Nate started kissing the hollow on her throat Kasey decided that she had enough of this slow foreplay, she was ready for some actual thrusting and grinding. She was ready to get slippery and sweaty. Deciding that enough was enough she rolled over on top of Nate. Reaching over to where Nate had taken his pants off Kasey dug out one of the condoms. She moved so that she was straddling his legs. Using her teeth she ripped open the foil package, and started rolling the condom down his cock. Just as she got the condom on Nate's cock Kasey was surprised to feel herself being rolled over. Nate decided to take the lead once more, otherwise he was going to lose his control much much too soon, and the last thing he wanted to do was spoil this for Kasey. Moving his hands over her hips, up her sides, and then grasping her hands he pulled them high over her head where he held them with one hand. "Darlin' are you ready for this?" Kasey just moaned loudly in response to Nate's question. She was more than ready for him, she no longer just wanted him she flat out needed him. Bucking her hips softly against Nate hoping he would get the idea. Feeling and hearing Kasey drove Nate over the brink. Leaning down he plastered his lips against hers, then slammed his cock deep into her in one quick thrust. Keeping Kasey's hands pinned above her head proved to be a minor challenge, but it was a challenge that Nate was willing to take. Slowly Nate started moving over Kasey, sliding his cock in and out, in and out. Releasing her lips from underneath his Nate started thrusting faster, listening to Kasey moan in pleasure. Kasey started to scream as she reached the peak of pleasure and toppled over to the other side. Nate did not stop but rather seemed to increase the speed of his thrusting. Kasey was more than a little surprised to find herself climbing the ladder of pleasure one more time. She had never been multi-orgasmic with her other partners, damn this was good. He knew that he was close to coming, but he wanted to make this as good as he could for Kasey. Wanting them to come together Nate slid his hand down between their bodies rubbing softly over her skin until he reached the downy curls between Kasey's legs. Sliding his index finger between her moist lips finding the little hard nub, he started to rub it in a slow circle. She could not believe the sensations that Nate was causing. Wrapping her legs around his hips Kasey held his body tight against hers as he second orgasm hit and rocked her body. The feeling of Kasey reaching her second orgasm against his cock was just too much for Nate to handle. He came hard filling the inside of the condom with his hot cum. When he finally had his breath back he rolled to the side and told Kasey, "You are the bestest, most wonderful, woman," and then kissed her softly. After a few minuets Kasey asked just how many condoms had Dave and Tim left him. Nate just laughed then told Kasey that they had five more for today. He was a little surprised yet not at the same time when Kasey rolled on top of him and told him that she wanted to ride him then be ridden by him. Nate and Kasey had used all but one of the condoms by the time that they heard Tim and Dave coming back towards then camp, making more noise than a herd of elephants in a fine crystal shop. Slowly putting on their clothing they left the tent and joined the other two guys out at the empty fire ring. That night Kasey and Nate made slow sweet love long into the night, trying unsuccessfully to keep their moans quiet. Long after midnight they fell into an exhausted sleep. Waking in the morning to the sound of Tim and Dave telling them it was time to head back to the real world. Darling Amanda (Don't Think The Fi... I have you a bit more to myself now, haven't I? I've seen off those other men: kind, nice men, chatting you up at parties. You were so safe with them, with those kind, nice men, weren't you? So safe with the old familiar routine: a chat up, a snog, a screw, meet again, do it all again. And you? Something missing, so not alive, so not... what is it that you were not Amanda, that you were without? When you sensed my gaze on you, glanced up to find stranger's eyes locked on yours, in that instant, as our looks collided, suddenly nothing was missing. You knew that didn't you? Knew it as well as me. (Yes, you're right, that should be 'I', Amanda. Careful now, don't be cheeky.) Some mechanism within you triggered, the rabbit sensing the fox, smelling fear, smelling blood. Oh yes, feels good for the man. Good for his cock, the blood flowing there now, the male aroused, alert and predatory; working to isolate you from the herd, taking pleasure from your agitation, your sense of deepening vulnerability, the mounting tension. But for you? What is suddenly no longer missing for you? The danger of life? The danger of being you, of encountering yourself at last, deeply? For, most wonderful of mysteries, you, too, are strangely excited by your predicament, adrenalin rising. For you, too, the blood flows. Seeing your growing alarm, observing you sense the target-seeking radar detecting you, homing tightly in on your long dormant submission, watching as you register the threat of an unknown ruthlessness, my sadism mounts. Deep in the hot, dark engine-room of my soul, the boilers fire up, powering my male sexual desire, my birth right. Lovely, wonderful Amanda, clear in my sights now, a prize to be won by sadists, by men who live for that rare and special genre of female arousal, who revel in deepening it to fear, driving it on through tears towards terror, as the erotic prize offers herself, falling as though spell bound, towards suffering, humiliation and glorious exploitation. Do you know that you make me powerful? For the sadist is fuelled with power from his prize as she offers herself. He invests it for both, in his iron-hard cock, the rod of manhood, the man I am. I will play you with that rod Amanda, rule and punish you with that rod. I will teach you the excitement of fearing and respecting that rod. Yes, you are cruelly hooked, sharp steel through the tender lips of female yearning. Painfully, (I hope, for oh, how much I love to inflict pain) hooked for my sport. Wondrous miracle, the more you struggle, and you cannot help but struggle, the further the hook penetrates. I consider carefully, in loving detail, how I will play you as you struggle, as I wind you to me, slowly closer, so close, so intimate, your helpless soul thrashing, twisting, turning, impaling herself, (for you are deeply female), ever deeper as I draw you ever closer. I note with pride that I am calmly and exclusively focused on my fill of pleasure, on orgasmic desire. (I am a sadist.) There is no trace of guilt, no hint of unease, no concern for the cost to you. (I am a sadist.) The higher the price for you, the greater my reward. That is the exchange. (I am a sadist.) I anticipate how I will prepare you for pleasure. I will toy with you, I will tease you, requiring first a little performance. Your panties girl! You look shocked, but you are an actress. I ask you, oh how I am amused by the idea of asking, I ask you to display your panties. You are surprised, relieved, delighted, to flaunt yourself. Perhaps you have misjudged the danger: a little striptease, is that all? This is familiar ground for you, Amanda, isn't it? Flaunting stockings, suspenders and your prettily pantied behind has won you many a boy's heart, hasn't it, Amanda? Yes you will give this disturbingly powerful man what he asks. You gather up your party dress, over stocking tops and black suspenders, (no this is not a Betjamin poem Amanda), straining the shiny material over your hips, turning as you do so to flex your spine coquettishly and offer your curves, the curves of a prettily pantied, female bottom. Your courage returning, the party's alcohol giving you what you innocently believe to be abandon, you look me in the eye. You think me captivated by those curves, my ambition perhaps a mere spanking of your gentle slopes, a playful paddling of the babbling brook between. I am indeed captivated, but my ambition, dear sweet Amanda, runs a little deeper than that. My intention is that those curves will know the whip. But not to-night, I have other plans to-night. It is the precious moistness of your babbling brook, hidden still by mossy banks, that captivates me tonight. Let us explore where the magic flows. Oh, what is this icy shock of harshness, this cold steel of sadism, back in my voice now Amanda, as I instruct, with callous detachment and complete certainty, that your vagina be displayed unadorned, the well spring of life made open by you to your master's attentions? How I am made powerful by your startled, distraught hesitation as, actress no longer, fear wrenches you harshly back into her electrifying hold. Fear at the sound of my clinical use of that beautiful word. I watch, the smug pleasure of my smile masking near uncontrollable excitement at your approaching ordeal. I rejoice at the confusion within you as your deep, female desire to be commanded by a man, to obey the male, contemplates the humiliating degradation of such pure, raw exposure. The look in my eye, (yes it is our sacred, silent pact,) the look in my eye, (more powerful even than the whip you have yet to taste my darling, my poor, poor darling Amanda,) the look in my eye helps you find the courage to choose the path you need, towards fearful compliance. How I will tease and torment you; slowly, so slowly, open you, expose you, play with you sadistically and emotionally. I will make you cry for hours, for days, for years, forever; pleading with me to spare you, to release you, to allow you to go free. Never! Oh, but it is love alone which binds you is it not Amanda? The most powerful bond we know. To plead, to weep, to suffer and to know that each soaring flight of torment tightens the sadist's hold. To glide scarily, exhilaratingly, free; so to fly into the securest embrace, wherein lies still deeper freedom. Not more trustingly does the circus acrobat, high above the audience, cast herself into the void, arms outstretched for her partner's embrace. Pleas of the powerful! Prison of the free! If there's a heaven Amanda, it is so to be held, and so to hold. Yes, you will come to know me by my answer, Amanda. Each time, every time, the same answer: I will be there. I will catch you. I will hold you. I will savour, with ever more excitement, your suffering. You will come to know that the softness of your cunt, obediently, submissively offered, is not for cock alone. (You have other, maybe sweeter, places for him Amanda.) Oh no, your cunt is for the sadist's fist Amanda, to accept the harsh, sadistic pleasure levied on her helpless, wet, tender, pinkness. Practice brings perfection closer, each encounter deepening her bruising, each thrust stretching you tauter, as I spur you with sadistic passion towards your limits. Carefully, deliberately, so lovingly, I take you on and beyond, until you break, body and soul, to my lust. Your heart will scream with your flesh, as both are lacerated, torn, trampled and debased for my pleasure, until in triumph and in ecstasy I enter your body, your heart and your soul, to the sound of your screams; for I play you to hear you scream Amanda, I play you as every beautiful instrument must be played, to offer up the music of her soul for the heart's delight. You are my instrument of pleasure Amanda: the musician requires his instrument. Do you understand now my girl? Do you understand that I play you for your music? For the music we make together. Open your thighs still wider my girl, my Amanda, that I may conduct once more the music of your submission. Such art requires that you suffer. Don't look so shocked. It is your master's birth-right Amanda. You know it is. Yield your cunt Amanda. Give your pain, surrender the lusting torment of your body that you may find at last your peace and your freedom within the music of your soul. That is all I ask of you, darling Amanda, all I desire of my instrument, my whole world. My Amanda. Stormy waters, but you will not drown.