0 comments/ 11016 views/ 0 favorites In The Wild By: flutterbykiss64 Chapter 15: In The Wild The weather was sunny and warm with a slight cool breeze. One could smell the spring flowers in the air as we drove the back county roads enjoying the peaceful view. The wild life was all around us. We spotted a few geese and their babies. There was a few rabbits out scouring for food. In the distance you could see the hawks flying in the fields scanning for a mouse or something else moving that could be eaten. The sounds of the birds sounded so cheerful and calming. As we drove enjoying the scenery around us the passion was growing between us. We sat close together and you had your arm around me as I caressed your leg. Of course you had shorts on with nothing underneath. I moved to exposing then caressing your member as we rode along the secluded back roads enjoying the peace and quiet of the wild. I could feel him getting harder as I massaged him into a stiff full erection. The skin tightened and felt soft to my touch. I then moved down to suck the erection that was before me. You continued to drive with difficulty concentrating on what was ahead of you. As I traced the outer edges of the head and flick the penis opening your driving got more out of hand. I continued to pleasure you by engulfing the entire erection. I heard you moan with pleasure as you decided to find a pull off spot. As you pulled into a secluded area, I glanced up to see the view. It was beautiful. It overlooked a pond and the sun was starting to set. The orange and pink embers of the sun beat down upon the water giving off a reflection that was absolutely breath taking. As you turned the motor off to the truck I moved in to a more comfortable position. I exposed your member once again and continued to pleasure you with my mouth. You leaned me back and began to kiss me and caress me. I could feel your fingers move to the wetness that had been growing in between my loins. As your fingers glided into my vagina you continued to kiss me turning up the heat and fire that was inside me. I heard myself moan and sigh with the pleasure of your stroke. I removed my shorts and top allowing you full access to my body. Like a hungry child you fed upon my breasts suckling the soft firm mounds of flesh. Flicking the nipples with your tongue and caressing the area that surrounded them. You then moved down to the juicy wetness of my vagina and began to lick up the fluid that ran like a water fall. You took time to suck my clit and send me into convulsions. I arched myself to meet your mouth as your tongue dipped in farther sending chills of ecstasy through my body. I caressed and kissed your chest as you proceeded to pleasure me and I positioned myself in a 69 fashion and enjoyed the firmness of your cock with my mouth. I sucked and caressed your balls. I could tell you were having a hard time concentrating by the hesitation and sighs. As we continued to enjoy each other I could no longer take the torture of your mouth and longed to feel you inside me. We moved to a doggie position and you inserted your member slow and easy. The pleasure I felt from the slow thrust of your penis like a long awaited drink of water. I felt a tingling sensation run through my system. As you began to pump faster with each thrust you reached around to my clit and began playing with the nub sending me into uncontrollable gyrations. I moved myself upon your penis faster and faster to feel the pleasure of your thrust and the tingling of your fingers on my nub. I wanted you deep inside. Faster as we moved together. You then used my ass as a lever and moved me faster and harder upon your cock. The pleasure was building as I felt myself about ready to erupt. I could feel your cock growing harder and start to spasm as you climaxed and spewed your fluid into my vagina... you continued to pump feverishly to expel all you had as I erupted spilling my fluids over your member as you held me tight upon your member to get the full effect of the orgasm. The sun had almost gone into the pond as we got dressed. We composed ourselves and snuggled into one another as we left the spot that we shared our ignited passion. In the Wild Fiction - well the masturbation part is, and perhaps fantasy, the rest are memories of real experiences. * My daydream today seems to be counter to the weather. It's raining. But if I close my eyes I can feel the sun on my face as I stand at the crest of a mountain. Looking around I see mountains and valleys, the forest and of course the road I drove in on. I didn't pass a single car once I took the logging road off the highway; he and I found this spot once when we were just out driving. I think that day my jeans were off and I was bent over that log with my hair fisted in his hand within five minutes of getting out of the car. He didn't even take his jeans off, simply opened the fly and pulled his cock out. He fucked me with no thought to my own pleasure; he needed to fulfill a wild need that was almost feral, something about the view and the clean cool air I suppose. Luckily for me my clit continually bumped against a knot on the log and when I heard a low growl come from deep within him I exploded in orgasm just in time to milk every drop of come from him. So here I am today, alone. I stand and look out over the mountains; the clouds form a thin misty veil over some of the peaks. I can almost feel the swirl of that mist cross my face. Impulsively I take off my shirt and stand still feeling the cool air wrap around my torso. I lift my head skyward and listen hard; do I hear anything other than the sounds of the forest? The question is answered in the sound of the breeze in the trees, the birds chirping and I think perhaps I hear a chipmunk chattering. I pull off my bra, I don't even bother to unhook it, just pull it right over my head. My nipples immediately tighten; the breeze is cool even though the sun is warm. Spreading my arms wide, almost like wings, I again lift my face to the sun and stand for a moment not moving. A shadow passes over my face and my eyes fly open unsure what it could be. I give a startled laugh as the Red Tailed Hawk circles above me; I'm being watched by a bird! Being watched can be a good thing. I again listen intently, still answered by only the forest sounds; I sit down on the log. Removing my hiking boots seems to take too long; now that I've decided to do this I'm raging with need. Finally getting the boots off the socks follow even though I know I'm going to hurt my feet. A little pain can be a good thing. I can feel dampness in my panties and hurry to remove my jeans and the panties follow quickly. There, I'm naked in a mountain range and all alone. I feel joyous and feral all at the same time. I spread my legs slightly, resume my wings and again slant my head back to gather the wild into me. I can almost feel his hands on me, caressing here, pinching there. And then the sting of the branch across my ass. I hadn't heard him break it off and so was startled with the first strike. But my cunt gushed with it and the following strikes. When he pushed me over that log again and fucked me again, he toyed with each welt, a reminder of what we had done. Today there will are no strikes and no welts, but the memory settles well. Slowly lowering my arms I look to the log, more bark has fallen off in the years since I was here last. It's almost smooth now and a slight flush crosses my cheeks as I see the knot is still there. Feral I throw my leg over the log and scoot into the knot. My clit already engorged from the memories that had flooded me with my return to the mountain. I almost come just from the first touch of the knot, but bite my lip and back off. It would be no good to come so fast. So instead I concentrate on breasts and nipples for the moment. Feeling their weight in my hands as I squeeze and press which makes my nipples harden even more. I tug and pinch my nipples, imagining rings and chains to be pulled and tugged. Slowly I find myself rocking against the log and again scoot into the knot. This time, though I could throw myself over the edge easily, I feel more in control. I can feel some bark on my inner thighs which feels like nails being drug back and forth over my heated flesh. This causes a quiver deep inside and a soft gasp crosses my lips. I stretch my arms out in front of me, grasping the log like a giant cock and begin to rock just a bit faster. My nipples scrape against the log, one is on smooth wood and the other is on bark. One takes a smooth tongue and the other takes the bites of teeth. I think if I looked down I would see that my labia has filled and puffed and now lie completely outside the knot. I have no doubt that slick wetness coats the knot and I stop rocking and begin to grind. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and masturbating on a log it's easy to cross over unexpectedly. A little pain can be a good thing. I imagine the picture from someone else's eyes; a naked woman, her chestnut hair falling about her face as she holds this giant cock log in her hands and humps like a feral being. The thought of being watched sends me over the edge and I have the fleeting thought that I wish something; anything was crammed deep in my cunt. I can't help but cry out, and I hear my voice echo across the valleys. The orgasm is long and intense; I didn't know I could have this kind of orgasm alone. Slowly I regain my senses, as the feral part of me slides off into the woods and the quiet joyous part of me takes hold. Turning my head away from the mountain view and toward the forest I'm startled to see a man. My blush quickly spreads from just cheeks to my entire face and even a hint of my chest. Our eyes meet and I see his lips move. "Thank you" I can't hold his gaze, fuck I've just been caught masturbating in the woods, and my eyes start to drop. They freeze when they reach his crotch. He's holding his softening cock in his right hand. Watching can be a good thing. Being watched can be a good thing. A smile tickles the corners of my mouth as I raise my eyes back to his. I give him a very delicate nod of my head and turn my face back to the mountains. I hear him move through the forest as I find myself slowly rocking on that log again. © BJG Jan 2010 In the Wild West of Ireland I'd been a bartender at my uncle's Salthill hotel since I left school, and by the time I was 25 I'd worked my way up to manager. I'd seen the boom times, when people came in ordering rounds of Guinness for the whole bar during race week, flashing their cash for a quick fumble in the toilets with some drunk woman caked in fake tan. Now, the economy was in the toilet, except it wasn't like back in the old days because people had got a taste of money and its loss left their mouths dry. The West of Ireland was back to drinking away their sorrows, but so long as they did it in my pub I wasn't too worried. For the past couple of years a group of school girls had been coming in regularly to share a basket of chips after classes. I always had an easy smile for them in the quiet afternoons and promptly brought them a pitcher of squash. They were always giggly and flirty with me and it was all in good fun. From the start I noticed one girl in particular - her name was Sinead. She was the tallest, and she was slim. Her uniform's skirt showed off her long, pale legs that still had girlish knobby knees. Her white shirt tightened over her chest suggesting a recent swelling. She had strawberry blonde hair, and a mouth that was like a drop of raspberry jam in cream and oh how I longed to hold her face in my hands and devour that splendid mouth. She was the only one whose gaze made me uneasy - her clear, sea green eyes seemed to know what I was thinking - and I was thinking some pretty inappropriate things about her considering she was probably still under age, and I was much too old for her anyway. Being a bar manager during a recession certainly has its perks. Women, beautiful women, realised that for the low price of shagging a good looking man, they could get a good run of free drinks. I am unashamed of having taken full advantage of the situation - although I couldn't help but notice that lately, my preference seemed to be skewed to tall, slim red haired women. And as I would fuck them, I was imagining I was fucking Sinead. I would suck on their tits thinking about what Sinead's tits looked like, and when I reached into their panties for that first touch of their juicy pussies I was wondering if Sinead had much hair there. I'd suck and lick their cunts dreaming of tasting Sinead's. I'd guide their heads to my cock wondering if Sinead had ever sucked someone off. Finally I'd hold them down, using all my strength against them as I fucked them, entering them hard and fast and almost violent with passion. I did assume Sinead was a virgin. I dreamt about being her first, and her blood on my cock. And I would cum, pounding, screaming and grunting like an animal into the women who weren't Sinead. I told myself it was ok to fantasize about her because that wasn't breaking any law. Towards the end of April, the girls came in and I went over with their squash and a basket of chips as per usual, but Sinead wasn't there. As casually as I could, I asked the girls, "Did ye lose one along the way? Seems there's usually more giggling." and flashed them my best flirty smile. The girls giggled and said, "We'll tell Sinead you were asking for her, Robbie." Another giggled, "Yeah, we'll tell her you wanted her!" and they all erupted into peals of high pitched laughter. Once they finished, eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed and teenage girl chests heaving, a third girl said, "She's giving grinds in Honours Irish for the Leaving seen as she's from Connemara" "Ah right" I said, "So ye are all doing the Leaving this year is it?" "Ya, then it's on to better and bigger things in University" "Maybe for you Maura, when you finally lose tiny pricked Colm!" "A feck ya -" and I walked away, in a bit of a fog. If Sinead was doing the Leaving Cert, she was surely legal. This was... I didn't know what this was. She was still too young for me. The rest of the girls stopped coming in a few weeks later, presumably to study for their exams. I knew I'd see them all when the exams were over. I anticipated it like a dog waiting for dinner. Sure enough at the end of exams there they were in the pub, hair and makeup done, tight young breasts pushed high in dresses that left very little to the imagination. In fairness, I wasn't the only man thinking bad thoughts that evening. "Can I get you lovely ladies a round on the house?" I asked them, while looking directly at Sinead. "Sure Robbie, you can get us as many rounds as you like!" said one of the other girls and they all giggled - obviously having drank at least something prior to arrival. "Alright then girls - eight shots of sambuca coming right up - but I have to see ID first." I confirmed everyone was 18 before serving them drinks. There was a live band and the girls danced with each other, only stopping to drink some more. Towards 11, they were all well drunk. Sinead came up to the bar and leaned over it to talk over the music and noise, and I couldn't help but stare at the small white mounds pushed even higher by her leaning position. My cock had been semi hard all night, and it twitched now, almost causing me to let a small groan escape. "Robbie! Hi! You're so nice Robbie. You're a nice bloke." "Hi Sinead - do you want another drink?" "Yeah... but I think I need some air first. I feel a bit lightheaded. Robbie will you come with me? I've had so much to drink." Oh Sweet Jesus on the Cross. "Robbie?" "Yeah love, I'll go outside with you." I walked to the end of the bar and went out to the front, put my hand at the small of her back (touching her for the first time was like electricity in my fingers) and held the elbow on my side to guide her. She did seem rather tipsy alright, and some air would do her good, I reasoned with myself. Which doesn't explain why I brought her to the deserted loading bay out back where the kegs of beer were stored instead of the beer garden that was packed with the smokers. There was a picnic table where the kitchen and bar staff would have their breaks when the weather was fine and we sat down on the bench with our backs to the table. Sinead breathed the cool night air deeply as if she were drinking it. Her breasts rose with every breath. The skin, even whiter in the outdoor light, got goose pimples. I shifted in my seat, attempting to casually readjust my semi stiff cock. "How do you think you did on your exams?" "I don't know - I think I did well but I don't know if it will be enough. Our teachers are saying the points are going up this year for most courses." "Loads of people out of work going back to college I guess" "Yeah, that's what they were saying." We sat in silence for a while, and the light went out. "What happened Robbie? Why'd the light go out?" "It's on a motion sensor." I whispered, "If I stand up again it'll come back on." but I didn't. Neither did she. "It's nicer in the dark, actually." Mother Mary give me Strength. "How much would we have to move to set it off again?" she asked, breathily. I paused before answering, "I don't know. I've never really tested it." She moved her hand up from beside her to touch my upper arm, and put her hand around it, feeling the muscle. I stayed as still as a stone, not wanting to be the one to set the light off. "Are you flexing your arm for me Robbie?" she laughed softly. "I guess unintentionally" I said, relaxing a bit. "It's still quite hard..." she said quietly. Oh Holy God if only she knew what else was hard. She slowly moved her long, long leg, pale in the moonlight, up and over the picnic bench so that she was stradling it, and moved closer to my side. I shifted so that I was facing her a bit more. She continued her slow, tortuous, mostly blind exploration. Both hands were now involved. She moved them down my arms to my elbows, and then in, feeling my waist. She ran them up my chest where my heart pounded, and to my shoulders, and finally to my neck. She pulled me to lean into her. The lights came back on. I'd moved too fast. Inches away from her face, I looked into those huge, haunting eyes. Then I saw her mouth again. The drop of moist raspberry jam. I lost all restraint, grabbed her by the back of her head and her waist and pulled her into me, kissing her with urgency. She kissed me back and granted my tongue entry, and I pulled her head back with her hair as I pulled her body closer. I sucked hard on the side of her neck and she whimpered. My hands were roaming now like a pack of wolves. The one around her back moved down and lifted her dress up and squeezed one of her ass cheeks through what felt like very skimpy panties. The other mauled her breasts through her dress. I continued my assault on her mouth and started to move her backwards onto the bench so I could get on top, moving the hand on her ass to the waistband at the side to start pulling down her panties, but she squirmed away breathing, "Robbie please... please stop. Stop!" I stopped immediately, if reluctantly. Oh how I'd hoped... the way I'd seen it unfolding I was mere seconds away from fucking the girl of my obsession. "Robbie, I'm sorry. It's only just that... I'm... a virgin." she said in such a low voice that if I hadn't known what she was going to say, I might not have understood it at all. "I don't want to lose it on a picnic table." "We could go up to a room." She paused. I was sure she'd say no. "OK" she said, in the smallest of voices. I took her by the hand, and led her back through the pub and to the empty front desk. I went behind it and after a quick look at the book, chose a key. We headed to the lifts and I pressed the button to go up. When the lift arrived and opened its doors I once again put my hand at the small of her back and we moved into it. I put my arms around her and pushed her up against the wall of the lift - looking over briefly to hit the button for the correct floor. As the doors closed, I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her, and pressed my pelvis against her stomach, her softness relenting against my hardness. I was going to demolish her. The lift arrived and I once again held her hand and guided her towards our room, opening the door and leading her in, closing the door behind us and flipping on the lights. When we got to the bed I spun her around to face me and toppled her onto her back. Her red hair fanned out around her face, and she looked at me both in fear and with desire. I moved down next to her and put my leg over, moving my knee between hers forcing her thighs apart. I moved to kiss her again, this time forcing myself to be a bit gentler, tempering my hunger for her mouth. I moved more of my weight onto her; I wanted her to feel my power over her. She started to move ever so slightly against the hard lump in my trousers. Why, the little minx. I smiled as I kissed and sucked on her neck and her collarbone and she let out small sharp whimpers interspersed with my name. I was going to fuck her and she wouldn't ever forget it. I kicked off my shoes and removed my socks with my feet and then used my feet to kick her dressy heels off her. I moved my hand under her skirt like I had earlier and this time she didn't stop me. I fondled her prominent hip bone and the delicate material of her panties and instantly needed to know what colour they were. I pulled the skirt up - dark purple, sheer and lacy. It set her pale creamy skin off beautifully. I rubbed her mound through the wet material - growling into her mouth at the knowledge that she was turned on while I ground my fingers into her cunt - and she cried out "Oh God Oh God Oh God" and shuddered for a few seconds, her legs spasming. I wondered if it was possible for her to have had an orgasm after I barely touched her. I moved my hand up and into the panties - she was so thin that there was a gap between the waistband and her body created by her hip bones. I felt that she had sparse, soft curls, and moved my fingertips down to her delicious slickness. Back out that hand came and I moved myself down so that my head was hovering above her cunt, and I pulled her panties down with both hands from the sides, watching eagerly. The sparse, soft blonde curls were so beautiful. I got the panties down to her ankles and took them off her completely, flinging them away. She spread her legs slightly for me, an invitation. Pink. Rose pink - the lightest blush of pink that I had ever seen in a pussy. It was like a round white coin purse, slightly open and lined with the palest of delicate pink satins. I stared at its absolute perfection. I licked my lips. I moved in and took in her gorgeous smell and kissed her blonde curls. I used the very tips of my fingers to part the inner lips ever so slightly, and moved my tongue softly, softly in and up. She tasted like a fruit sorbet and I thought I could eat this forever. She moaned as I nuzzled and ate her sex. Her clit was standing to attention now and I pushed my tongue flat against it, rubbing it with its big fat softness. She squirmed and moaned appreciatively, moving her legs farther apart, wanting more. I took that fuchsia nub into my mouth and sucked it softly at first, then more urgently as her face flushed and her head thrashed. Juices, sweet and mild, ran out of her and covered my chin as I licked and sucked and all but tried to swallow her beautiful cunt. She started to cry out and hump the air and I held her down while I increased my assault on her clit. I thought about putting a couple of fingers inside her but decided against it. She yelled and her body convulsed and she tried to push my head away with her hands as she screamed my name, face and chest red and legs flopping around. Her breasts bounced beautifully inside her dress with her movements and I moaned into her pussy at the sight of them. I had to see her naked. When she'd calmed down and I'd given her a few slow licks on her wetness, I moved my hands back up her body and around her back, undoing her zip and pulling the dress off her. Her bra was a matching set with the panties I'd discarded earlier, and I pushed the cups down, taking in the sight of the breasts I'd dreamed of seeing. The nipples were quite large and erect, and the areolas were still puffy as young girls' are when their breasts are still developing. I greedily took a nipple into my mouth and sucked it while I mauled the other breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. She made little mewling sounds, like a little ginger kitten. She reached to me and started to undo my shirt, stroking my chest lightly as she moved down the buttons. She pulled it out of my trousers and I got up slightly to take it off me, taking a break to take a good look at her. I moved my hands back to her back and undid her bra as she grabbed my belt. I looked at her as she undid the buckle and went for the button, then the zip. She reached inside tentatively and felt the bulge with barely any pressure in a curious but insecure way. Her touch, at long last, even so light and through the material of my boxer briefs, nearly made me cum, but I managed to hold on. I stood up and took my trousers off. She stared at the huge lump. "Kneel on the bed." I said, my voice growly. "On the edge." She did so. I stepped out of my boxers and my cock sprang up, sticking straight out, its head an angrier, darker purple than I'd ever seen it. She stared at it, frozen. "You can touch it. It doesn't bite" She reached out a hand and lightly ran her fingertips across the top. "It's not made of glass. Grab it." She wrapped her hand around it, her pale hands contrasting against its deep, blood engorged colour. I grunted. "Suck it, Sinead. Suck my cock." With an unsure look at my face, she put her lips up to the head and kissed it, and then tentatively put the head into her mouth, sucking softly. "Oh yeah baby. Suck me harder!" pushing myself a little more into her mouth and back out again. She got into a rhythm quickly, sucking on my cock as she pulled it out of her mouth and taking me back in again. She wasn't getting much more than the head into her but I was in heaven. And we were going to have to stop if I wanted to fuck her. "That's a good girl." and I pulled her off me with my hands entwined in the hair at the back of her head. "Was that ok?" she asked me. "Why are we stopping?" "It was absolutely wonderful love. I needed to stop because I don't want to cum just yet and you were going to make me." "Oh!" she smiled. I lay her back down on the bed, running my hand up her body from her hip and caressing her breast. My cock between us strained towards her and she once again put her hand around it, rubbing it slowly. I groaned. "Sinead, I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready?" "I think so" she said softly, looking into my eyes. I moved into a kneeling position between her legs. She moved back a bit, sitting up and put a hand on my lower abdomen - "Wait Robbie. Please be gentle. It's my first time." "I'll try sweetheart. Sometimes it's better to just do it quickly the first time I go inside. We'll see - play it by ear." "OK" she said, lying back down. I propped myself up on my left arm and holding my cock in my right hand guided it towards that beautiful pale pink cunt of hers. I rubbed the head in her slick juices to help get it inside and used a couple of fingertips to spread her lips gently and put the head gently inside them. This was it and I could hardly believe it. She trembled beneath me, knowing she was at my mercy. "OK Sinead. I'm going to pop your cherry now. I can either go slow or I can go fast and we'll get it out of the way. Like ripping off a plaster." I was biased you see. I wanted to tear this innocent young thing apart. She waited the smallest of moments before saying, "Go fast, Robbie - AAAHH!" I lunged inside her like a greyhound at the track, our pubic bones crashing into each other at the finish line. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. "Oh my God it hurts Robbie. Oh it hurts. Take it out take it out!!" "Trust me Sinead just wait a moment." How can I describe her glorious pussy? It was hot, wet and velvet all at once and as she attempted to expell my intruding cock she crushed and squeezed my cock until it almost hurt. She continued to cry softly as I waited for her to calm down and I wiped away her tears with my fingers, "shhhh shhh Sinead... it will be alright. It will start to feel good in a wee moment." "It already feels good but God it hurts so much!" After a few more minutes, I started to move back out of her, this time slowly. She took a sharp inward breath in pain. I moved back in, again slower than the first time. She continued to whimper in pain but wasn't protesting anymore. Her cunt squeezed my cock and I had to concentrate in order to not explode right then. We got into a slow, tortuous (for both of us but for different reasons) rhythm. I moved in and out of her with full long strokes going as slowly as I could, grinding my pelvis into hers to stimulate her clit when I was balls deep. Eventually she started to let out tiny, adorable grunts. She was beginning to enjoy being fucked. Soon, she was meeting me halfway in our rhythm, fucking me back, and letting out little moans of pleasure. I kept going slowly despite wanting to hold her down and pound into her, but it was Sinead who had other ideas. "Faster Robbie. Fuck me faster!" I needed no further invitation. I grabbed her ankles and pushed them up and over her head. I held them there, and started fucking her like a man possessed. My balls, tight with cum, smacked into her ass with each thrust. Sinead screamed with every thrust and I grunted. "Oh Yes Sinead. Take it. Take my cock! Every. Fucking. Inch!" In the Wild West of Ireland "AAH AAH AAH AAAH!" "OH FUCK! YES!" It took every ounce of self-control to pull out at the very last minute and I wanked, spilling my seed onto Sinead's stomach and breasts. I thought I'd never stop cumming. I collapsed on my back next to her, dripping with sweat, spent and exhausted. I looked down at my deflating penis, smears of her blood on it. Sinead saw it too and touched it lightly, examining the blood on her fingertips. As we sat there in the afterglow, saying nothing, Sinead snuggled up to me and fondled my chest, fascinated by the hair growing on it. She put her leg up and over mine and squeezed her cunt up against my thigh. Clearly she wasn't quite finished yet, but I needed to recover. "Robbie, was I ok? I mean, was I any good?" she asked, genuinely fearful that I could have been disappointed. "Of course you were good sweetheart. That was some of the best sex of my life. I could barely keep myself from cumming inside you." "Oh! I'm glad you didn't. We really should have used a condom..." "It's ok baby. I'm clean and you were a virgin and you definitely won't get pregnant if none of my sperm winds up inside." She began to touch my very sensitive cock again. I didn't stop her. She moved down and took it into her mouth. She licked it all over, cleaning it of her juices and her blood. I don't think I've been instantly hard so soon after cumming since I was... well her age. I pushed her head down further onto my cock, taking the lead once more. She gagged but didn't stop. I continued to push more of my cock into her, making her mouth to fuck me. Still super sensitive this was possibly the most mind blowing sensation I'd ever experienced - coupled by the fact that I was being somewhat forceful with her, I was incredibly turned on. I had to have her again. "Turn around and get on all fours. I want to do you doggy style." She left my cock with one last long suck and I took it, slippery with saliva into my hand as she got into position and I kneeled behind her. Placing my cock head at her entrance, I held onto her hips and thrust inside her. "AAAH!" she cried as my balls smacked into her clit. I leaned over her and reached around with one hand to fondle her breasts, which were swinging and bouncing with every thrust. I pinched and squeezed the nipple, and the harder I did it the more she liked it. My hand moved down her body to her cunt and started rubbing her clit as I fucked her from behind. She started to scream and yell and her cunt spasmed around my driving cock. "Fuck. Me. Yes. Yes! YES YES YES YES YES!" she cried as I kept fucking her with all my power, and eventually she started to collapse under me, her legs no longer able to support her as she came. I used the hand that had been rubbing her clit to hold her up and continue to fuck her. I slowed down, but I was still giving it to her hard, thoroughly enjoying the shudder she gave at the end of the thrust. I pulled out and leaned over her and put my lips to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass now" I whispered. She made no complaint, just whimpered. Now, I am not particularly into anal. I've done it a few times but it wouldn't be my favourite thing -- and when I'm watching porn it's not something I look for in particular. But Sinead had awakened something in me, even before tonight I realised as the thoughts of the rough sex I'd been having while fantasizing about her hit me, a dominant, mildly sadistic part of me that I'd kept buried for years. And if Sinead's reactions to the pain I'd put her through at times this night were anything to go by, she had a bit of a masochistic streak as well. (It's actually not uncommon among Irish women, I've discovered -- and certainly I'd found that most of the women I'd been with during my descent into dominance seemed to enjoy it. Later on I mused that it must have something to do with absolution of guilt, since everyone knows that a good Irish Catholic woman doesn't enjoy sex.) In any case, when I decided to bugger Sinead it was with this realization. Hurting her a bit would make both of us happy. I pulled Sinead back up and onto her knees. I pushed her shoulders down onto the bed so that her ass was in the air. I put my face up to her asshole and spit on it, rubbing in the saliva with my thumb, repeating this preparation a few times. Finally, when I figured she would be ready I got back behind her and put my cock on her hole. I pushed the head in a bit, and back out. I continued, slowly working more of my cock into her with every prod, stretching her to accommodate me. Finally, when I was halfway in, I didn't pull out. "This is it Sinead. I'm going to put it all inside your ass." "Oh God. Do it to me Robbie. NOW" I drove my cock into her ass and she screamed. "Oh fuck, it hurts. Oh my God." "Ungh. It feels good Sinead. It feels really good. You're so tight." "Oh my God Oh my God. Do it to me slowly Robbie." I started to fuck her ass, gave her a few slow strokes at first. I gave her a fast one. She screamed again. "Oh God! Yes. Fuck." I pulled out slowly. "Do it hard again Robbie!" I plunged into her ass, grunting. "Ungh!" "HARDER!" I fucked her ass with hard, long strokes. I'd never fucked any woman's ass this hard. They never would have let me. Sinead probably would have let me do anything to her. She started to squeeze her sphincter on me as I exited. She was trying to milk me. "Cum inside my ass, Robbie, please!" she cried. I fucked her faster, getting myself to the point of no return. She cried out in pain. I was hurting her but she didn't ask me to stop. Instead she kept asking for more. It was enough to push me over the edge and I exploded in her ass, continuing to fuck her until my sperm began to leak out of her. This time I was spent for sure, and so was she as we both collapsed back into the bed in each other's arms. We drifted off to sleep, naked. In the Witching Hour She stood in front of the window and looked out over the gardens. It had turned midnight in the city, the witching hour, yet it was still eerily light. The snow lay, its covering a thick blanket over everything. It had become perfect the world, a smooth white cover pulled over the reality of a bleak uneventful landscape. The trees, spooky and beautiful, highlighted with their white accents as they reached for the sky. Plants turned into sculptures, ethereal nymphs and dryads in the half light. The moonlight magnified by the snow, infinite endless white. Tonight it was a winter wonderland of possibilities, there was magic in the air. As she listened she heard hope whispering in the moonlight, tormenting her senses, calling her name as she fingered the silver necklace that lay between her breasts. She was naked, except for her high heels and the necklace, her curvy body almost as pale as the snow itself. She leant forward against the glass, the cold hitting her skin and making her shiver as she half felt and half dreamed. Her nipples hardened instantly in response to the intrusion of cold on her senses. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady smell of vanilla that pervaded the room. Sucking in her stomach she was delighting in her body's response at the same time as she wanted to withdraw from the sensation of cold. She could almost feel Jack Frost laying his icy fingers against her sensitive flesh. The world outside was so quiet, peaceful, unspoilt. In the background the music played, the haunting strains of the violin filling the room. It was calling her, enchanting her like a snake charmer, making her want to do its bidding. She closed her eyes, stretching her arms above her head, reaching up, her fingertips pressed hard against the window, supporting her. She arched her hips forward against the glass, pressing her sex to it, her dark hair highlighted against it. Her full breasts pressed hard against the window, squashed against it, sensitive, a smear of her juices gleaming already on the glass. If anyone was out there and looked up now they would have a great view of her, wantonly displaying herself for the world. She pushed her full dark lips against the glass and drew back admiring the perfect red image that they had left. A kiss for the night, for the stranger, the man she imagined, who may be watching her from one of the windows, admiring her body, wanting her, needing her, running his hands over his own body as he drank her in. She felt a finger run down her back making her flinch slightly and arch her back against the touch. Fingers tracing down her sides, nails tickling her flesh at the same time as they caressed, sending shivers down her spine. She revelled at the feel of lips kissing the tender spot on the back of her neck, that place that made her go weak at the knees. The soft touch of the lips against her skin as they kissed gently and persistently. The fingers slid round to cup her breasts, holding the weight of them, squeezing them as the lips moved on, working their way around the base of her neck, teasing her. She leant back against him, feeling his hard body against her soft flesh. His head bent to kiss her neck harder, his lips and tongue insistent now, his teeth nipping at her body making her gasp. His arms encircled her, one cupping her breast, playing with the nipple, the other holding her waist. She could feel the outline of his hard cock against her naked ass, the warmth of his bare chest against her as she leant back against him. She slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked hard on it, causing a ripple of sensation to run through her body and her own touch. She reached down and slipped it between her legs a jolt running through her as she touched her clit. His hand came up and gently stroked her cheek as she began to rub herself, slow circles over her clit, flicking the ring in her clit hood, rubbing the cold metal against herself. He buried his face in her hair, pulling her head back against his cheek as he held her against him. Her finger rubbed harder now. Harder, faster, working against her body, sending sensations flooding over her. She felt herself grow wetter and revelled in the feelings, inhaling deeply, catching the scent of sex, of herself, beginning to pervade the room, mingling with the vanilla. She opened her eyes and stared out of the window drinking in the scene of snow and moonlight before her. She was caught between the cold of the glass and the hard muscled warmth of his body, his lips on her neck, his cock pressing against her she worked her fingers harder against her clit. The music built to its climax, the violin speeding and rasping, matching her own movements, her own need. Overdosing on the sensations she threw back her head and screamed as her orgasm broke over her in hard waves of pleasure. She collapsed to her knees in front of the window, spent. The quiet emptiness surrounded her as outside the snow began to fall again. Her fingers reached up and collapsed the necklace running over the intricate silver moon hanging on the chain between her breasts. She remembered the note that had fallen out of the envelope with it. "Of night and light and the half light," Yeats' words she knew. "When you wear this and dream, if you want it enough you will feel me holding you in my arms," his words. The Witching Hour. When desire casts its spell taking sex, moonlight, snow and dreams and blending them using a little magic, with need, lust and with love. Then, even the impossible can come true. Just for a moment... Authors note – This is something a little different to my usual pieces. It was inspired by the view it describes and by intensifying echoes from the past.