0 comments/ 15805 views/ 0 favorites Picnic in the Woods By: pink_ladybird It's a beautiful warm sunny day in the middle of summer, I'm floating about my kitchen, waiting for the cookies to cool enough to put in the picnic basket and for you to come and collect me. I'm wearing a short denim skirt and a white summer shirt, with sleeves that finished just below the elbow and the top few buttons undone. My nipples are visible through the crisp white material as I'm not wearing a bra. As I'm placing the cookies delicately in a tub I hear the doorbell. I glance at the clock, you're right on time. "Come in, I'm just sorting the cookies out and I'll be ready!" I say, skipping back into the kitchen. You follow me, saying "you made cookies? Good girl." Smiling, I keep putting the cookies in the tub, feeling your arm slide around my waist as you press yourself against my back. You reach for a cookie with the other hand, then peel away from me while I pack them away. Finally ready, we head towards your car, I pick up my house keys and slide on my sandals en route. ***** You drive us to a secret location, with the picnic basket in the back and me blindfolded in the front, you don't want me to know where we are. After a while, we come to a stop. You take off your seatbelt and lean over, taking my face in your hands and kissing me softly. "Where are we?" I inquire. You hush me and tell me to keep the blindfold on, releasing the catch of my seatbelt. You kiss me again, and guide my hand to your groin. I hadn't noticed you undo your trousers, but I find my hand inside them, and I gently begin stroking you through your boxers. I feel you becoming hard under my touch, and pull your boxers away to grasp your cock. Turning towards you I lower my head, planting soft kisses on the head of your hard dick. I lick and tease your head, still caressing you with my right hand, placing my left hand on your balls to caress them. Taking your head in my mouth I play with my tongue, feeling you begin to writhe beneath me. I move down further, your hand is entangled in my hair, the other caressing my naked breasts under my shirt. You encourage me as I bob my head up and down, tasting you, loving the feel of your cock in my mouth. You continue to move under me, pushing your hips involuntarily into my face, you squirm in pleasure as you explode into my mouth. I swallow every drop, then sit back up again in my seat, licking my lips. "Can I take the blindfold off yet?" I ask. "No," you reply as you fasten your trousers again, "we haven't got where we're going yet." ***** After taking a few moments to recover, you begin driving again, and it's not too long until we reach our destination. I become a little concerned when I feel the road becoming more bumpy, but you assure me it's fine. Finally you pull over and take off my blindfold. "Did you enjoy the journey?" you ask. "Yes Master," I reply, "very much so. Are we gonna have the picnic now?" You tell me we are, you know the perfect spot. You have driven to a woodland area, fairly discrete and yet few enough trees not to blot out the beautiful clear blue skies and the sunshine. We settle at a small clearing, with ripe green grass and pretty bluebells lining the edges. I kick off my sandals as we sit on the grass, setting out the food on a blanket. We each have a glass of pineapple juice, I had the sense to pack a cooler bag so it's nice and refreshing in the warmth or the summer. I've brought sandwiches, scones (with jam for them of course), strawberries and cookies, along with pineapple juice and some ice cream. We pick at the food, and are amazingly wasp and ant free! I pick up a scone, and lavishly decorate it with jam. I accidentally spill a drop of jam on me, missing my white shirt as it lands on my breast. Smiling, you say you'll get it. You lean in, unbuttoning my shirt completely and pulling it aside, exposing my naked breasts. I put the scone down and lean back on my hands as you lick the jam from my breasts, and then begin to kiss them. You move your body against mine, pushing me backwards onto the ground and moving on top of me. You tongue circles my nipples and you suck and nibble lightly on them. Holding my hands beside my face you kiss my lips again, then kiss my neck as your right hand roams down my body, over my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples before continuing down, then placing your hand on the inside of my thigh. From here you slide gently up my leg, under my tiny skirt, sending tingles down my spine. You reach my pussy and stop to look at me. "Dirty bitch," you remark, "naughty girl isn't wearing a thong!" I smile, knowing you wanted this as u finger me gently and lean in to kiss me again. You feel how wet I am and realise how much this is turning me on. You move your fingers to my mouth, letting me lick and suck on them, tasting my own juices. You go to kiss me again but I stop you, shaking my head. "Just fuck me. Please, I need to feel you inside me right now, I need your huge cock to fill my pussy, I need you to be fucking me.." Hearing the urgency in my voice you reach to undo your trousers, releasing your hard cock before plunging into me, fucking me hard and fast. This is what I wanted. This is what I'd been waiting for. I feel you going deeper into me with every thrust, making me gasp for air. I wrap my legs around you, my bare feet on your bum, pushing you into me as I move my hips to meet yours. You fuck me frantically, slamming into me as I moan in pleasure. I'm loving this. I needed this. I whisper this in your ear, you smile, kiss me and keep on going. It doesn't take long for you to take me to an amazing orgasm, and the contractions in my pussy push you over the edge and you cum, holding me tightly as you cum deep inside me. You lie on top of me as we recover together, I kiss your forehead and hold you, savouring the post-orgasmic peace. Sitting up again we realise we've accidentally knocked some of the picnic stuff over. I clean up, putting everything back in the basket, except the rest of the cookies which you want to keep. Getting back in the car I ask if you wanted to blindfold me again but you shake your head no, so I climb in and you pull away, taking me home. Later, when I'm unpacking the picnic basket alone at home, I find a bluebell attached to a note. It reads, "Tuesday, 2pm. Be dressed for fun on ice." Picnic in the Woods A few days had passed since Simon's return, and they had been wonderful days. They couldn't get enough of each other, their lovemaking was intense and often. Stolen moments were taken for a kiss; they touched whenever they were near each other – sometimes a simple stroke of hand on hand, other times more intimate – a brush of a breast, a squeeze of a buttock, a stroke of the ever-present bulge in Simon's trousers, a press against Julie's still smooth mound. The weather had turned pleasantly warm and the sky was clear and blue, the sun streaming down. "Let's go for that picnic we talked about," Simon suggested to Julie. "That would be nice; I could wear that new dress I got. Oops, I didn't tell you about that did I. Well, I think you'll like it!" "I look forward to seeing you in it, and hopefully out of it!" he cheekily replied. Simon had put a rather nice bottle of white wine in the fridge the other night, and it was nicely chilled. He placed it in the cool box, along with the freezer packs and a bag of ice cubes. Julie had all sorts of nibble foods in the fridge, and placed a good selection in the box followed by two ripe peaches. "Right, I'm going to get changed while you pack the car. I won't be long." Julie smiled, gave Simon a quick kiss, and disappeared up stairs. Simon busied himself finding the garden rug and placing it, along with the cool box, in which he'd added two glasses, into the boot of the car. Julie was true to her word and, by the time had finished, was downstairs. "So, what do you think? Do you like it?" Simon turned and gasped, "Wow!" The dress was terrific; the first thing that caught his attention was that it buttoned all the way up the front. It was made of thin, patterned cotton and followed the curves of her breasts – it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, their fullness and shape perfectly outlined. The top of her cleavage just peaked out of the V of the neckline. From the waist, the skirt section splayed outwards to just above her knees. He wondered if she was wearing knickers, but then thought that that discovery could wait until later. "You look gorgeous!" Julie smiled back saying, "why thank you, kind sir!" They got into the car and set off on the short journey to the local woods where they had spent many an afternoon wandering. Simon parked the car and retrieved the box and rug from the boot. Julie took the rug from him, took his hand in hers, and they set off along the path and into the trees. They strolled for about 10 minutes until they were deep into the forest, then Simon spotted what he had been looking for – a sidetrack that disappeared off the main path. Turning onto it, they carefully worked their way into the thickening trees until they reach their destination. The trees had opened up and they were in a small clearing, the floor of which was flat and covered in grass. Simon set the box down, while Julie laid the rug out in the middle of the open space, under the sunlight streaming down. Julie took off her shoes and sat down on the blanket while Simon, still standing, removed his t-shirt, trainers & socks, leaving just his loose fitting combat trousers on. He joined Julie, putting his arm around her shoulders, gently pulled her towards him, and kissed her – long and slow. They laid back and Julie nuzzled into his side as they felt the warmth of the sun penetrate their bodies. They were still for maybe half an hour, and then Simon suggested that a glass of wine would be nice. He sat up, reached into the box for the bottle, pulled the cork with the corkscrew he'd remembered at the last minute - confessing such to Julie – and poured two ample glasses worth. Passing one to Julie, they sipped the cool liquid. "Very pleasant" Julie commented. "Shall I get some food out?" "That would be nice." Simon studied Julie as she rose to her knees and leaned forward to reach into the cool box. Her breasts swung forward under the thin cotton and he could see the material tense under their weight – he loved the way they did that. There were chicken wings, kebabs, a selection of Indian snacks, and a mixed salad and they tucked in hungrily. After the second glass of wine, Julie offered Simon a peach and took the other for herself. Simon watched her as she leaned back on one elbow and bit into the juicy flesh. As she took it away from her mouth, a thin stream of the juice flowed down the side of her mouth and advance towards her neckline. "Oops, don't want to get that on my new dress," and she proceeded to unfasten the buttons at the top, not stopping until she reached her navel. The material fell aside, almost exposing her breasts, but not quite – her jutting nipples had caught the edges and just stopped it falling away completely. Simon moved closer, waiting for more of the peach juice to find its target, and he didn't need to wait long. Julie bit deep into the peach and must have squeezed it as well, because a torrent of juice ran down her front and onto her breasts. "Oops" she giggled, "Can you do something about that for me, darling?" Simon didn't need asking twice as he lowered his head towards her and lapped the juice. He pulled the dress away to expose both breasts and licked all over them, under them, everywhere the juice had gone and much more! Julie had long given up trying to support herself on her arms, lying back onto the rug and dreamily feeling Simon's touch on her. She lightly held his head, running her fingers through his short hair and massaging his scalp. She ran her hands down his back, dragging her nails just enough so that she could feel his back being scratched. A hand eased its way into his loose waistband and she ran her fingers over a buttock – he wasn't wearing any shorts, as it had been ever since he got home. A finger delved into the crack, dragging a nail, and she felt him flinch – not with pain but excitement! As Simon continued with his task, his hand was carefully undoing each of the remaining buttons. As he passed over Julie's mound, his little finger strayed inside the dress and delighted at the realisation that she was again knickerless. He undid the last button and, as if under his mind control, the dress fell away to either side of Julie's body, exhibiting her beauty to him. He took the remains of the peach that Julie had placed beside her and squeezed more juice over her tummy and down over her parting lips. Then he was drinking greedily again, but this time the peach juice was supplemented by Julie's own nectar and he found himself wishing that all peaches tasted this good! While Julie was distracted by Simon's attention to her lower regions, he took the opportunity to reach over into the cool box and, after fumbling around for a short while, found what he was looking for. He brought his hand back and noted that the ice-cube had already started to melt and, as he raised his hand over her belly, a drop of water fell. As it splashed onto her skin, Julie yelped, "You swine!," but she felt him ease the shock by softly kissing where it had stemmed from, and she began to forgive him. Not for long though, as she felt the strange sensation of not knowing whether it was heat or cold that she felt on her tummy as Simon placed the tip of the ice-cube there. She felt the water trickle down into the pit of her navel and then, as Simon slowly slid it down towards her sex, the soft, warm glow as Simon's tongue followed. A trickle of water was now running down either side of her mound and between her legs, but nothing could have prepared for the next sensation. The ice-cube was gliding along the top, inner edges of her lips, and then, suddenly, it was inside her! Then she felt Simon's mouth encircling her and sucking the ice out, only to be followed by him dropping it back from where it had came. This was repeated countless times until, eventually, the ice had completely melted and all she could feel was a slight numbness below and Simon's hot breath on her skin. "Come on you, I want you inside me. I need warming up!" Julie urged, making a grab for the zip on his trousers. Simon stood up and removed his trousers so that he was completely naked – he loved the feeling of open air on his body. He stood between Julie's open legs and ran his eyes over her body, the sun glistening where his tongue had been. He knelt down and lowered himself on top of her. As he did, he felt Julie take his shaft in her hand and guide it towards her opening. He felt it butt against her lips and Julie easing its tip inside her. He slowly eased downwards and entered her fully, all the way, until his hips were touching hers. Then he kept quite still, feeling her chest rise and fall under his weight, her nipples pressing into his own chest. She squirmed beneath him, convincing him that it was time to move again, and he lifted his buttocks extracting from within her – not all the way, just to the point when he could feel her lips pursing around the bulbous end of his manhood, then he lowered again. He repeated this several times, each time Julie reached behind his back to make sure he didn't pull out all the way. Then he started rocking, leaving his penis deep inside her. She joined him, moving in unison with him, feeling his thick shaft rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Then she whispered into his ear, "wait." She rolled from under him, his shaft temporarily slipping out, the tip shining as the sun shone on the sticky fluid covering it. She pushed him so that he rolled onto his back, and then she climbed over him and eagerly pulled him back inside. She sat on him, her dress gaping open and falling from her left shoulder. She arched her back and it slipped off the other, down her arms, and onto the ground behind her, leaving her naked like Simon. The sun was hot on her back and she could feel a trickle of sweat run down and enter the crack of her bum. She rocked on her knees feeling him slide in and out of her. She was now in full control, when she was ready, she'd make him explode – but not yet. Her hips gyrated, grinding her mound against his pelvic bone, causing a delightful friction against her nub. She reached for the wine bottle and poured some of the contents over her breasts. Simon didn't need an invitation - he knew what she wanted. He sat up and drank the wine from her, and in doing so, increased the pressure on her clit. He mimicked her moves intensifying the sensations building inside the pit of her sex. He could hear her whimpering and moaning, could feel her growing more urgent in her moves. His own orgasm was not far away, but he concentrated on pleasuring Julie – his would start easily enough once hers had. And then she was bucking on him and it was obvious that she'd reach the point of no return. She let out a loud, deep sigh as her orgasm struck; she thrust a couple of times more and then fell forward onto his chest. She lay there for a few moments and then started rocking again, feeling him reaching with his hips to get the maximum movements of her lips over the length of his shaft. She rose up and down, as if impaling herself on a pole, a long and slippery pole. And then he lost it, all control had gone as he bucked and heaved beneath her, erupting into her. Finally, he relaxed, totally spent, his eyes closed and a smile of complete satisfaction on his face. She eased herself off him and sucked the remaining cum from the end of his penis. Then she snuggled down beside him, wrapped in his arm, and they fell into a peaceful sleep in the afternoon sun. Picnic in the Woods **This story comes by way of inspiration from Tatelou's frequently changing but always sexy avatars in the forum. Damn girl, keep those pictures coming! If you're looking for something else to read, check her stuff out, too!** The warm afternoon sun begged to be basked in. The light filtered through the grayness of the light fog that had settled in the woods, it's heat not enough to burn away the haze, but warm enough to caress bare skin with a soothing eroticism. Sister Mary of St. Catherine's decided to take advantage of the rare afternoon and have a picnic in the woods near the Lake. She also managed to convince her three closest friends at the monastery, Sisters Louise, Margaret, and Catherine, to venture out into the woods with her. It didn't take much convincing, as long as they'd be back by Mass, of course. The quartet went walking through the familiar woods, Sister Mary had the picnic basket slung over her arm, the other three falling in loose rank behind her. The air was sweet with the smell of blooming honey suckle and the richness of life that comes with the first warm breaths of fresh spring air. It was a delightful switch from the musky convent, its ancient stones seeming to mildew from the inside out. The path they took wasn't questioned as they marched lazily to the lake. The water was pure and clean, the lake deep, but not deep enough to be too cold to swim in at this time of the year; the sun warmed the water quickly, as well as the slate and shale that formed its shores and basin. After a short and lovely march, the sisters arrived at their destination. The picnic basket was sat down, a red checked ground cloth was unfolded and the sisters sat in the sun, enjoying the feeling on their faces and hands; everything else was covered by their habits. "I don't know why we have to wear these things," Sister Louise said flatly. The others turned their concerned expressions to their distressed sister. This was not the first time she had expressed discomfort while wearing her habit, but they at least understood what she was talking about. Their dress was designed for simplicity, complacency, and obedience, as well as not a little sacrifice of comfort. It was not designed to be loose, open, airy, or easy to wear; they were Nuns, not whores, and they had pointed this out to Louise several times in the past. Margaret was the first to point it out this time. "We wear these habits to keep our minds pure and free from concern over material things like clothes and to keep our bodies chaste," she said, nodding. The other two followed along, with a patronizing smile warping their faces. "What are we keeping chaste out here? There are no men present to gaze upon us! We are alone in God's creation, why should we not experience it with the bodies that God gave us?" Louise said and pulled her hair free of its confines, its dark, loose curls shaking free down past her shoulders. Margaret gasped at the brazenness of her friend. Louise shook her hair out, glad to have it open and flowing in the wind. Every breeze and every breath of air flowed through it unrestricted, the feeling making Louise warm in her center. "She has a point," Sister Mary said, standing up and taking her hair out as well. Her red locks fell loosely about her shoulders, just a little shorter than those of Louise, but burning bright as copper in the sun light. She, too, reveled in the feeling of the warmth of the sun and the breeze through her hair. Sister Catherine followed suit, her light brown hair shaking out to the middle of her back, hanging straight from her head. She tucked it behind her ears and tucked her knees up to her chin. Three sets of eyes moved to Sister Margaret. Margaret sighed deeply and let her hair down as well, shaking her thick blonde hair out, letting it hang wildly about her shoulders. All four let out a happy sigh, all four letting the sun warm their bodies, taking rapture in the almost forbidden joy of being not completely in their uniforms. They sunned themselves like kittens for a few moments before Louise broke the silence. "I feel like swimming," Sister Louise said and stood up. "I do, too, but we didn't bring our..." Sister Catherine began, her words fading to a mumble while she watched Louise strip quickly out of her habit. She was bare beneath, her alabaster skin shining lightly in the sun. Three pair of eyes were devouring Louise's body like hungry lions at a feast, and all three pairs were drawn to her freshly shorn pubic hair. "Sister!" Margaret exclaimed dreadfully, pointing at the bald mound of Louise's pussy. Louise looked down, separating her delectable bosom, taking the opportunity to thumb her nipples as she did so. "What?" she asked innocently. "Reverend Mother has explicitly explained that we are not to shave our pubic hair; that is a mark of harlots and harlots have no business being in convents!" Margaret half-shouted, her voice gone shrill from excitement and anger. "Reverend Mother also caught me fucking Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady," Louise said, sticking out her tongue. "She said if we're going to have whores in St. Catherine's, they will look the part and I was instructed to shave my pussy at the beginning of each day as punishment. God doesn't hear the prayers of whores, but she feels that it will ease my place in Hell." "Sister Louise!" screamed Margaret. Louise was sure that if she was any louder, they'd hear her five miles away the Monastery. "When we return I shall tell the Reverend Mother of your blasphemy!" "What about it? She's the one that caught me fucking them. Or is it blasphemy you're going to try to get me in trouble for?" Louise asked, rolling her eyes. "Yes," hissed Margaret. "For the blasphemy, you, you....harlot!" "I've already been punished, and apparently I'm going to Hell, so don't you presume..." Louise said, threateningly. Sister Catherine stood abruptly, cutting Louise off. "I want to swim, too," Catherine said, and she started stripping as well. Margaret was flabbergast and her eyes turned to face Sister Mary, who, not to be left out of her own party also stood up and began to take her habit off. After a few moments, all three were naked, their clothes piled neatly on the warm rocks. Margaret was so furious she had turned bright red, and much to the enjoyment of the rest of the girls, was seemingly unable to speak. "We are going swimming," Sister Mary said, her self-assurance and defiance of Margaret was loud and clear. Margaret managed to shut her mouth but still said nothing. The three girls turned toward the lake and headed for the shallows, each of them starting to talk among themselves and giggling. Margaret sat still, still lying on the rocks, her black robes taking in the heat, but she noticed as she watched her 3 sisters walk away, she was also getting warm some place else. Rather warm indeed, as a matter of fact, and not a little moist. The three asses swinging and jiggling in front of her was having an effect on her that she hadn't anticipated; it sure didn't do this to her in the showers when the girls were all together. When she was on night-rounds and door checks, she never had the inkling at all to do anything or think anything about any of the Sisters. However, right at that instant she wanted to do nothing more than lay down beside each of them and softly caress and rub every inch of their skin and massage every muscle. Especially those which the eye cannot see.... "What am I thinking?" Sister Margaret mumbled to herself. She rolled over in the sun and noticed that her nipples were slightly tenting her habit, regardless of how warm the sun was. She felt herself open as her thighs parted and she wanted to do nothing more than touch herself until the warmth went away. "No, I must not!" she whispered harshly. She quickly rolled over to her knees and began to pray for strength and forgiveness for even thinking such thoughts. Through her prayers, however, she could hear the girls splashing in the lake not 100 feet away, and their naked bodies kept prancing across her otherwise clear mind, inviting Margaret to do all manner of unspeakable things to them. She prayed harder. ****** The other 3 sisters, in the meantime, had begun swimming and splashing each other, playing in the pristine water like teenagers. "Did you really let Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady....you know..." Catherine said with a hushed voice, her embarrassment in even talking about it made her blush beet red. Louise smiled coyly. "Yes I did, and it was....wonderful," she said, getting lost in the thoughts as the last word poured from her throat like honey. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip softly as she recalled that day. Both Grady and O'Malley were easy targets, and Louise hadn't been properly fucked since she'd been at the monastery. She'd fooled around with some of the other sisters, but a slow diddling with their fingers didn't compare with the feeling of a fat cock stroking in and out of Louise's drenched pussy. She could almost feel the slapping of O'Malley's sack on her clit from when he fucked her from behind and Grady's hairy balls rocking against her chin as he slammed his long thin rod down her throat at the same time. Just thinking about it made her want to cum again, it made her want to finger herself, right here, right now. All she had to do was reach down and... "Hey, you okay?" interrupted a voice. It took Louise a second to realize it belonged to Catherine. Louise half-way opened her eyes, their usual clearness replaced with a glazed over dreaminess. Catherine laughed and pushed Louise on the shoulder. Electricity burst from her fingers to Louise's nipples and to her pussy, riding her cunt like a bucking bronco, teasing her clit enough she shivered. "Yeah, hon, I'm fine," Louise said, coming out of her dream. She realized that she felt fingers sliding down her side around to her shaven snatch and a split second later she realized they were hers. "It must have been good," Catherine said, giggling. "Oh, how I wish I could know the touch of a man," she said and started swimming on her back. Louise got a good look at her curly brown pubes, the water that was captured in them glistening in the sun light for an instant before her hips sank back below the surface of the water. But for that instant, Louise saw her sweet, delicious, undefiled pussy and could think of nothing better than to pull her to shore and eat her out, preferably right in front of Margaret. "That'd show that prudish twat," Louise said, a little louder than she thought. Catherine swung her feet under her immediately and waded back over to her friend standing chest deep in the water. "What did you just say?" Catherine asked, knowing that her friend would be honest with her. "I said 'that'd show that prudish twat,'" Louise said, making a note to stare at Catherine's breasts under the water. She hadn't noticed that they were larger than her own before, and it made her jealous and hornier at the same time. Her pussy was leaking cum into the water at a slow, maddening pace, and she knew if she were back in the monastery she'd almost hear herself dripping on the flagstone floors. "What would you show who?" Catherine asked, face twisted into a mask of confusion. Silence filled the air between them, the only sounds around them were nature and Sister Mary, swimming up to them. ***** Sister Margaret could hear the girls splashing around. She hated being the responsible one and she wanted to join them, but she couldn't throw caution to the wind and go naked. It certainly wasn't against God to do so, but it was just so dirty to enjoy being nude the way the other sisters did. She finished her prayers, completing her Hail Mary's and she stood, her knees popping slightly as she inhaled the fresh outside air deeply. She opted to not look at the lake, and especially not the hussy who had...how had she put it? Fucked Father O'Malley and Cardinal Grady. "Dear God! What succubus have we allowed into your house!" Margaret said in a whisper. She walked along the tree line, skirting the expansive beach and staying on the broken shale, enjoying the feeling of it under her feet. A sound caught her attention: a giggle, and not from the lake. Her sharp eyes flashed to the trees and she scanned through them, attempting to pin-point the source. She heard it again, this time to her right, near the picnic basket. "Who's out here, show yourself!" Margaret said, her fists going to her hips and her back straightening defiantly. The giggle was heard again; but this time it was quieted by distance and way to her left. "Nothing can move that fast," Margaret said. "At least not one of God's creatures," she added, her brow knitting. Her face suddenly lit up in fear and surprise and her head snapping back square on her shoulders. "Nymphs!" she croaked out in a whisper what was intended to be a scream of warning. The sound barely reached her own ears before she saw an extremely beautiful woman walk out of the woods. She had skin the color of rich honey, her hair was blonde, and almost white, hanging in loose curls down past her shapely hips. Her eyes were intense, both friendly and hungry at the same time, and they were locked on Sister Margaret's; the Sister unable to look away, the nymph staring with intent. She smiled brightly, her white pearls showing between as the pink flesh parted. The Nymph looked up and down at Sister Margaret, seemingly staring through her habit as if it were made of nothing more substantial than the air itself. The effect was intoxicating, and Margaret felt the warmth return to her body like a thunderbolt; the lightening accompanied it a split second later as her whole body became ticklish and excited all at once. Even the wind seemed to caress her body and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. Every bit of exposed flesh she had broke out in waves of goose bumps, each assaulting her senses and sending her higher while making her hotter. As the Nymph's eyes returned to Margaret's, Margaret felt the intense compulsion to drink in the beauty before her. She traveled down from the creatures' almond eyes, which as she approached Margaret was able to discern that they were a silver color, reflective and dazzling in the sun of the afternoon. Her thin neck swelled out to her shoulders, the proportions more perfect than any Greek or Roman sculptor could ever hope to mimic. Her whole body flowed like water, from her shoulders to her thin arms, from her collar bones to her generous, firm, and unnaturally youthful breasts. Her nipples were the only distraction on her flawless body, capping her honeyed mounds with small, coin sized areola and nipples which were three things; small in diameter, long, and very erect, all of which making Margaret have a compulsion to put them between her lips, bite them and suck until the creature's lust was sated. Her eyes tore themselves from those perfect breasts on top of those perfect nipples and traveled lower to her taut abdomen, not marred by a single freckle or mole, and not even a belly button. Perfectly smooth skin and toned muscles made the Sister uneasy; it wasn't natural to not have a belly button. The thought flitted through her mind in less than a thundering heart beat and her eyes moved along their path to the generous swelling of the creature's hips and then back along her pelvic ridges to her small, perfectly formed bush which was just a tear drop around her wanton sex. The straight, short fur was the same color of blonde as her hair, almost hypnotically white in the sun's light. Margaret noticed that she walked with her willowy but muscular thighs slightly parted, flashing the distended lips of her sex as they barely peaked out from under that snowy nest of fur. Margaret's view lower down this forbidden beauty's figure was cut short by her hand reaching out and touching Margaret's chin and lifting it back to look her in the eyes. Her body exploded in orgasm. Every sensation, every heart beat only intensified the fire in her belly and the wetness seeping from her core. The wind blowing across her cheeks was giving her micro quakes in her pussy and she could feel her uncovered sex throbbing, aching desperately to be touched so she could ride the feeling faster and higher. What felt like hours, but could have only been seconds past and she forced her eyes back open against the powerful feelings rippling inside her. "You're a Nymph," Margaret said, forcing the words out right before biting her lip. The sensation almost sent her to her knees, imagining that her teeth were the teeth of the creature in front of her. Margaret never wanted the feeling to end, but a very small part of her was screaming "You're consorting with a creature of the devil!" That very small voice was growing more and more feint with every delicious quake and every delirious pulse of her pussy, squeezing her hot cum down her trembling thighs. The Nymph laughed. "Yes," she said, her voice sounding like the tinkling of a thousand tiny bells. The sound sent shivers up Margaret's spine and she tried to suck in enough breath to talk again. "What? How?" she managed to choke out. The Nymph stroked the cheek of Sister Margaret and then let her go, walking around her. Margaret collapsed, barely catching herself as she fell to her knees, landing in an obscenely penitent position as she panted to catch her breath. She could feel the air cooling her sweat-soaked habit and she was only wishing that it was cooling something else. The thought of the wind tickling across her needful pussy lips sent her off again. Another pulse of her girl cum rushed from her quim, joining the rest of her honey as it ran down her thighs. "500 years ago, your Church elders decided to build a temple here. They found our standing stones and that we were here. They brought in powerful elders and invoked power enough to bind us in the standing stones of our site," the Nymph said, her sexy little voice fluttering against Margaret's ears and senses like velvet. "The stones were chained with iron to the bottom of the lake, trapping us there for all eternity until something special happened," the Nymph said, coming around in front of Margaret again. "And what was that something special?" Margaret breathed out, her lungs on fire and her body still betraying her. "We needed the cum of a Nun in the act of committing adultery," the Nymph said, bending at the knees to get on Margaret's level. "Your companion, Sister Louise, came in the Lake only moments ago, setting me and my two sisters free," the Nymph said with a giggle. "But how?" Margaret said, looking up from the ground, straight into the ready pussy lips of the Nymph squatting before her. They looked so good, so delicious, all she had to do was... The Nymph laughed, and Margaret's head snapped up to look her in her captivating silver eyes. "She was thinking of having sex with some of your church elders. Your own religion spells out two things; elders remain chaste, married only to their religion, and any thought of a sinful act is the same as doing that act. Your friend was imagining 'fucking,' as she so delightfully puts it, two men married to the church," "That adulterous little twat!" Margaret said, her voice back to a whisper. She pounded the ground with both of her fists, her head slamming down with them, her chin landing on her chest. She looked up again and it was not the Nymph that was squatting before her, it was Sister Louise. Everything was perfect; every freckle was in place, every muscle of her cat-like frame, even the breasts were those she had dreamt about not 20 minutes ago. And then there was that shaved pussy, still open wantonly with beads of her dew gathering in small droplets. "What did I do?" Louise said, looking hurt. "How long have you been here? We saw you hit your head and we were worried!" Picnic in the Woods "What....but....how?" Margaret stammered, confused. She didn't even feel the moisture on her legs and her previously swampy pussy was dry as a bone. "You sure you're okay, Sister Margaret?" Louise said again, standing up before her potentially hurt friend. Her arm extended down courteously, offering help to the fallen Nun. Margaret took it and stood up. "Yeah, I think I'm fine," Margaret said. "Thanks," she added quietly. Her eyes caught Sister Louise's, and instead of seeing a look of concern, she saw the smiling silver eyes of the Nymph. "You!" she half-shouted. "You tricked me!" "No, I offered to help you," Louise's voice came from the Nymph. She giggled again. "This is the body you really want, the body of your one of your Sisters. Take it and free yourself from your desire for her, do to me what you want to do with her, let me make you feel things you've never even imagined and only tasted of the merest bite," the Nymph coaxed, still not changing from Louise's body. "No, I can't....I...." Margaret stammered, the fires in her body becoming infernos of heat before she even knew what hit her. "Yes, you can, and you will," the Nymph said with a smile as she bent forward and kissed Sister Margaret with a perfect copy of Louise's soft, warm lips. **** "I'd lick and kiss your pussy in front of Sister Margaret to shut her up," Louise said playfully, splashing a little water at her friend. Catherine figured, and secretly hoped, that's what she was talking about, but wanted to hear it. Besides, hearing her friend say it was so much more exciting that only thinking it; it gave her a warm feeling of security inside and it made her skin tingle in the places she wanted to be touched. "You would?" Sister Catherine said in mock surprise. She forced a blush and smiled coyly. "Only to shut up Sister Margaret, or did you have something else in mind?" "Well Cath," Louise said, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "I'd like to anyway. You've never been with anyone, have you...I mean, not like someone else. I know you finger that wet little cunt of yours almost every night..." "Ooooh Lou, I love it when you talk dirty. Keep doing it," Catherine said, almost feeling Louise's tongue lapping at her pussy already. "You want to hear it, don't you, Cath. You are a dirty little twat, aren't you. You want to be eaten, licked, sucked, and fucked by your own friend! You, a Sister of St. Catherine's! And you want it from another Sister! You kinky little nun-pussy eating bitch!" Louise kept feeling herself getting hotter as she continued. She was only expressing her own wanton lust, knowing that it was paralleled, if not surpassed, by the virgin before her. She could feel her own sex seeming to move on its own in the water, her lips separating and the water caressing her drenched pussy like a lover's hand. "What are you two talking about?" Mary asked, having heard every word. "I'm talking about carrying this horny nun up to the shore and eating her pussy out before Sister Margaret. Sound like fun, Mare?" Louise said, watching Catherine shiver as she considered the possibilities. Mary and Louise laughed. "I'd love to, but you know full well I only eat shaved cunt," Mary said. Her words shocked Catherine wonderfully; she hadn't ever heard Mary say a mean word or cuss in her whole time at the convent, and it only excited her more. "Looks like she's about to get off on us just talking about licking her little brown box. What do you think, Mary, should we keep teasing her, or should we..." Louise started, but was interrupted by a feeling in her own super-heating pussy. She swore she could feel a finger enter her and start stroking her g-spot with reckless abandon. She started to almost convulse in the water a split second before Catherine began as well. "Oh my God!" screamed Louise, her voice echoing off the trees on the shore. She'd never felt anything like this: the perfect finger. It was soft, firm and yet yielding, and there was no nail; it was inches of pleasuring goodness, and she could only hope that her friend was having the same orgasm as she was. Their bodies rushed together, and they both came again with the touch their breasts and rock hard nipples against each other's and the contact of Catherine's thick bush against Louise's bare mound. They could both feel each other's pussies being manipulated, the motion rubbing their erect clits together, making a third powerful orgasm bring them to even higher sexual pleasure. Mary stared on in amazement for only a second before what felt like a pair of lips made of water latched onto her clit and she froze in orgasm, unable to scream, unable to move. She felt unseen fingers pet her coppery pubes and those lips, oh, those delightful lips kept sucking on her clit as she felt her pussy lips separate further with the invasion of an unseen intruder deep into her pink cavern. The three girls were cuming almost continuously, and then it just stopped. No watery lips, no fingers, no intrusions into their heated depths. They stood in the water, shaking and panting, Louise the first to find enough strength of body and mind to speak. "What...in the...name of...oh my God...was that?" she managed between deep panting breaths. She could still feel her pussy trying to contract around whatever was inside her, and she was deeply wanting it to return. "Oh my God," Mary said, regaining her breath as well, "Look at the shore." She pointed, two sets of eyes followed them to a spot 100 feet from the picnic basket, and all three eyes grew wider as they took in the scene. *** The kiss was electric. Sister Margaret felt a warmth and a tingle start from the base of her curling toes spread delightfully slowly up her legs, engulf her soaked pussy, and then roll upward to her nipples before turning into a fuzzy lust in her brain. The world turned upside down. Sister Margaret felt hands on her; she couldn't count, she didn't care to count, but it felt like more than two. The same electric warmth shot from them to her breasts and to the sensitive spots deep inside her cunt, making her cum and shiver uncontrollably. "This is what you want, isn't it," another voice said. It sounded familiar to Margaret, but the lust her body was oozing fogged her brain. It took an eternity of touching, groping, and kissing before she forced her eyes open and saw Sister Mary standing there, the curls of her red hair gone from swimming in the lake. Sister Mary licked her lips slowly and then stared into the eyes of Sister Margaret. They were not Sister Mary's eyes, but gold irises that stared back, filling her body with even more wanton desire. Her eyes fell and saw the nymph that had taken on Lou's form kissing softly down the chest of the Nymph under the guise of Sister Mary, her tongue snaking out longer than any human tongue possibly could, circling her erect nipples. "Ooh," Mary moaned, her voice a perfect match. "I think she likes that, what do you think, Sister?" The voice was starting to fade to a slutty, lust-filled huskiness, and Margaret could smell the already strong and unmistakable scent of pussy almost double. It had never turned Margaret on before, but just the smell made her body tremble in micro-orgasm and she fell. Blackness overtook Sister Margaret. "Oh, I think we broke her," Mary's clone said, sounding disappointed. "That's okay, Sisters, there's more," a clone of Sister Catherine said, licking her lips. "And Sisters, do they ever taste fine." Lou's and Mary's Nymphs stopped what they were doing and stood up, posing for the girls looking at them in the water, their lust practically steaming from their every pore. ** "Lou, what the hell?" Mary said, barely catching her breath. "I think we're in trouble," Catherine said, huddling close to the other two. They were all suddenly aware of how cold their skin was as the water evaporated from it and how uncomfortable they all were. Their body heat warmed each other, and rekindled their embers of lust. "What happened to Sister Margaret?" Lou demanded, the other two taking position behind her in the water. Her voice was determined, but still shaking from the little orgasms still lacing through her body. "She couldn't handle us, Sister Louise, we're just too much for her," Lou's clone giggled. The other two tittered behind her, taking positions in mock of the two nuns huddling behind Lou. "Why do you look like us?" Mary blurted out, almost all in one word. "Because it's what she wanted," Mary's double blurted out, mocking her further. "You never realized?" Lou's look-alike said, taunting them. "You never realized she wanted to eat all three of you cunts?" The three Nuns looked shocked, all of them subconsciously shaking their heads. Lou's double walked toward the water. "Oh, she did alright. I took your form, Lou, and she almost came on the spot. You should have seen the juice leaking from her slutty nun cunt." Lou's double hit the water, her legs not splashing as she walked toward them. "You want her, too, don't you Louise. You wanted to eat that black bushed cunt of hers, make her cum, and feel her pussy juice drip off your face like honey." It wasn't a question. Lou could only nod in response. "Maybe I should give that to you then," Lou's double said, her body shifting quickly to mimic Sister Margaret. "Is this better?" she asked, her voice a fading mixture of Lou's and a strengthening addition of Margaret's. "Is this the cunt you want to fuck, Lou, you whore?" Lou could only nod. "Then ask, Lou. Ask to suck the juice from my leaking pussy and you shall have it," the Nymph said, raising a leg out of the water, spreading her already glistening pink folds, parting the thick, untamed, black bush like a slice of heaven. It wasn't heaven Lou was interested at the time, it was pussy; wet, succulent pussy glistening in the mid-day sun and over flowing with sweet nectar. She could feel those teasing water invading her pussy once more, sliding in and out of her, the current swirling around her clit, slowly massaging it, caressing it, and teasing it. There was no urgency or love in the motions, only a long slow lust of pleasure fucking a complete stranger on a beach. Sister Louise's mouth went dry. She found her knees wanting to move, but her feet spread only farther apart, letting the water molest her as the Nymph in the guise of Sister Margaret stepped ever closer, her hips swinging sexily, giving little glimpses of day light between her thighs. The ridge of her clit was clearly visible in those momentary flashes, her dew already forming drops on her lips. "Why haven't you asked, Louise? Is this not what you wanted?" the Nymph said, stopping just out of Lou's reach. "Maybe you need further encouragement?" the Nymph said with Margaret's voice. Lou braced herself for the ministrations on her pussy to increase dramatically but she felt nothing. She realized that she had clenched her eyes tight, and she slowly forced them open. The sight before her was one she never expected to see; the Nymph had turned back into a copy of Louise. "Maybe this is what you want. Your mind is so hard to read, but maybe you're the type that has always wanted to fuck yourself," the Nymph said, taking another step closer. The watery intruder in her pussy throbbed thicker and rougher, stretching her twat and lighting up her pleasure centers like electric velvet. Lou shuddered, barely able to hold herself up, her knees had turned to jelly and every muscle in her body was shivering with the sensations she was receiving. "Oh my God," she croaked out, her voice quiet and hoarse. "God has nothing to do with us," came a voice from behind the Nymph in front of Sister Louise. Louise tore her gaze away from the Nymph in front of her, her eyes moving slowly, matching speed with the fuzzy fog filling her brain. She saw the other two Nymphs, one in the guise of Sister Catherine, the other an exact match for Sister Mary. "Oh...oh my God," Lou moaned out again, her voice gaining strength as her massive orgasm built up inside her. The Nymph before Lou just laughed, each boiling giggling cackle made Lou's pussy spasm harder, trying to grip the watery cock that was now pistoning in her pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" Lou panted, unable to do anything but stand. Her eyes clamped shut and her whole body shook harder, her tits bouncing with the recoil of her body in the mid-afternoon sun. "No, Sister Louise, fuck you," the Nymph before Lou said, stepping forward and kissing Lou softly on the lips while her orgasm sped to places of pleasure Louise had never been to before. * Sister Louise came to, she had no idea how much time had passed, but she saw the sun licking the top of the towering pines along the ridge of the convent and she knew it was getting close to supper time. She rolled her head the other direction, the warm numbness of post-colital bliss still washing over her in waves and making her shiver and shudder deliciously. Her tired, lazy eyes refused to focus for a few seconds on the new visage before her eyes. On her left, was Sister Margaret, still passed out on the beach. Lou turned her head and looked back toward the lake and saw the redheaded Sister Mary and Sister Catherine lazily enjoying each other's bodies, each standing in chest-deep water, there chests rubbing lightly together, each licking and sucking on the other's lips. Louise tried to stand, but her over-used twat was still fluttering and each attempt made her body shiver and gave her a micro orgasm. She was rapidly approaching the point of over-stimulation and her pussy was almost starting to hurt. It was a slow, delirious, delicious hurt, but her pussy was begging to be left alone, nonetheless. She managed to roll over able to look at the sensuous scene in the lake a little better. "Hey, you two," Lou said, her voice tired, but loud enough to echo across the lake. Mary broke the kiss first and started walking in toward shore. Catherine followed quickly. Mary giggled and looked back and sped up, Catherine met her jog and soon it was a race to the beach. They were laughing as they fell down next to Lou, Mary by her face and Catherine by her feet. Mary rolled up and knelt, her spreading pussy splitting her coppery fur was not a sight that was lost on Lou. "What happened?" Lou asked, her eyes wrenching themselves slowly from Mary's pussy. "Well, you were eating your own pussy for a while, Lou," Catherine said, her fingertips teasing slow circles around Lou's ankle. "Then you passed out, the Nymphs carried you to shore and put you here. After that they said they had what they wanted and they left. They said you and Margaret would be awake soon and Mary and I have been exploring each other since," Catherine continued, her finger tips drifting lazily up Louise's calf to her knee, still teasing in slow circles. "I'd never even heard of anyone cuming as hard as you did, Lou," Mary said, looking her friend in the eyes. Lou noticed for the first time that her eyes had shifted from their normal green to a brilliant gold. Instantly afraid, she looked Catherine in the eyes; they had shifted from brown to platinum. Panic shook Lou out of horniness and she scampered backward and away from her two Sisters. "Lou!" Mary shouted in surprise. "We know about our eyes, it's a side effect from being fucked by a Nymph. They should return to their normal colors in a few days." Lou's chest was heaving, her eyes wide, and it looked like she wanted to bolt into the woods, but Mary was a good friend and she knew her friends better than anyone else on Earth. She calmed down some and forced herself to her feet. "We'd better get back to St. Catherine's. It'll be supper time soon and then time for evening prayers," Lou said, walking back to her discarded clothing up the beach. "Wake up Margaret," she commanded. She heard them trying to rouse their sister and then she heard Margaret moan back to reality. Mary and Catherine were right behind Lou after a few seconds. Margaret stumbled up the beach to the sisters just as they were straightening their habits. "I don't think we should ever speak of this," Margaret said softly, unable to look her fellow Sisters in the eyes. She slowly pulled her clothes back on and they walked up to the Convent. Margaret was falling behind and Louise noticed before the other two that their elder sister was lagging, kicking rocks from the road into the woods, and overly distracted. "Margaret, we don't ever need to talk about what happened," Louise said softly after Margaret had caught up to her. Sister Margaret shifted her gaze to Louise's face and Louise stared deeply into her dark brown eyes. "But, I think..."Margaret started. Lou placed a finger to her lips and cut her off. She shook her head and Margaret nodded. She started shuffling off after the other two sisters. Lou waited a second or two before following, looking for something, her eyes darting along the forest floor and along the road. Her eyes locked onto what she was looking for and she shot off into the woods, jumping over fallen logs and dodging around trees and bushes with the agility of a jungle cat. Lou bent over, looking into the still surface of a forest pond. Her reflection was clearly seen in the dying light of the sun, the pond looking like silver from the road. Louise took a deep breath and looked onto the still surface of the pond. Her face looked back at her, her black hair messy and full of sand from the beach, her face flushed, her lips pale, and her eyes, still their natural light brown. Sister Mary's words echoed in her mind, "They should return to their normal colors in a few days..." Sister Louise felt panicked. She felt afraid, and she felt the danger of letting two Nymphs into the Convent. She was concerned for her Sisters, for any visitors, and for the lives of any men who came to St. Catherine's. More than any of that, she felt horny. Lou felt her abused pussy juice up deliciously, the heat spreading from her belly to her twat and breasts, tingling as it ebbed through her body. Sister Louise smiled devilishly, stood up, and caught up to her friends, both old and new, and they walked along the road to St. Catherine's, each of them enjoying the view as the sun set behind the ancient walls and forest before them. Picnic in the Woods The day was perfect, warm and comfortable enough for the pair to take a horseback excursion. The riders guided their mounts toward a beautiful section of the woods where very few went to visit. After a three-mile ride to the pond at the foot of a beautiful thirty-foot waterfall, Gabriel and Celina needed a rest. They dismounted their horses and tethered them to a nearby tree. The couple looked around the cool blue pond while they listened to the energetic sounds of the cascading water and the chirping of the birds. Gabriel watched his lovely companion spread a blanket on the ground a few yards from the pond. It was far enough from the edge of the pond to enjoy the complete panorama of the falls and pond. Celina set down their picnic lunch in the shade, out of the bright noon day sun. After finishing, she walked over to the edge of the pond to sit. Once comfortably seated on a large boulder, she took off her riding boots and socks to dip her warm feet in the cool water. For the past several hours, Gabriel had watched her and longed to taste her rosy lips. All that was on his mind right then was the need to take those lips and savor them. Watching from the blanket he saw how sexy she looked dipping her feet in the pond. He just could not wait a second longer; he put his sandwich down on the blanket and got up to walk over to Celina. She was now standing by the edge, of the water up to her knees, watching the waterfalls spill into the pond. He removed his pants to reveal a pair of swimming trunks. He joined her in the water and embraced her in his arms. Celina turned her body to offer her lips in a passionate kiss. Gabriel's kiss was powered by all the intensity that was bottled up inside him, and by what he felt for this woman. Their hands caressed each other's backs, feeling the tense back muscles start to relax. During their second kiss, his hands reached for her tushi. He found it very soft to his touch through her split skirt. Celina's hands found his tushi to be quite firm, yet very nice to squeeze. As she pinched the flesh of his bottom, she got the delightful surprise of his hardness growing against her body. Gabriel guided his partner back to the blanket; his muscular body moved smoothly and slowly to lay her down. Tenderly he began to kiss her delicious lips. His mouth traversed her neck and continued downwards to her breasts. He began to unbutton her blouse to uncover her chest as his kisses moved further down her breasts to the hardening nipples. The large round areolas started to grow tiny little bumps under her sexy bathing suit top. His fingers manipulated her breasts beneath her top, eventually drawing them out into the open air as he pushed the suit aside. The stiffening nipples were made full erect as his tongue flicked one then the other. Gabriel continued to play with her right breast nipple with his tongue, lips, and hand. Celina's head rolled against the blanket with moans of pleasure as his tongue sent thrills through her body. His other hand wandered over to the left breast making her gasp and take a deep breath of delightful surprise. Her moans became louder, stemming from the growing fulfillment in her groin. Celina began to pull on her lover's shirt, but kept losing her grip as he moved over her during his sexual enticement. Trying once again, this time she slowly managed to pull the shirt over his body. She itched to run her fingers over his chest hairs and the flames became stronger with each touch of his tongue. Celina's fingers danced on his back until they reached his sides. Gabriel moved his hands to her shoulders in a soft touch as he pushed her blouse off. They lay in each other embrace as they caressed each other's warm skin. Gabriel's reached behind her and his hands moved in a tickling motion up her spine in a soft and caring manner to the hook of her bathing suit top. As the hook became undone, the straps fell off her shoulders with the top being withdrawn to reveal the fullness of her breasts. Her large pink areolas highlighted the nipples, which were hardening further from his teasing and the cool air that surrounded them. Her soft ivory flesh ached for a more powerful touch of his fingers. The aroused couple shed their tops together as Gabriel rolled onto his back. Celina sat up and moved over him as her fingers slowly moved stealthily through the individual hairs on his firm chest, until the fingertips reached his nipples. Her long nails scratched circles on his tan areolas, causing them to become firm with her teasing. His nipples stood as erect as hers did. He pulled her closer to his lips to commence a long wet kiss. They panted together for a moment before her lips slowly moved in the same direction as his had earlier. She blazed a trail of wet kisses down his neck to his muscular shoulder, and down his chest to find a stiff, warm nipple, the warmth calling for a playful bite. Her left hand weaved a path across his chest to fondle his suntanned skin. Finally, her fingernails found his other nipple, to teasing him, then moving slowly to his stomach area, and at last playful going to the trunks waistband. Acting shyly, she withdrew her hand, moving it back up to his chest. Slow moans escaped his lips at her vivacious teasing. His manhood was getting disturbingly harder by the second, and when he could stand no more he sat up pushing her backwards. Carefully, he placed her head on the ground, making sure her neck was well supported before he started to nip at her breasts again. He ached to play with her, to suckle her, and to use more of his tongue against her ivory skin. His nibbling compelled her to shudder and chirp with pleasure from the erotic stimulation she was receiving. Gabriel's hardness grew within his swim trunks, making him uncomfortable, which made him speed up his own activities. His hands moved to her waistline to undo her split skirt button and zipper. She raised her bottom just enough to allow her split skirt and bathing suit bottom to be pulled down her legs and off. As the split skirt came off, he saw her love mound slowly being exposed to the light of day and to his eyes for the first time that day. He enjoyed the erotic sight that was solitarily his and his alone. For his consumption, her fully engorged lips, awaited his fingers manipulation. With her split skirt tossed aside Gabriel moved in-between her legs. He moved her legs just enough to get a great view of her Mount Venus. He anticipated the moment when his tongue would investigate her sweet juices. First, his fingers moved lightly over her outer lips, making her writhe at his feathery touch. He loved teasing her love knot as his fingers found the split between the lips, revealing the point of entry to her pleasure domain. He could smell her beckoning essence, admiring the wetness that started to leak out of the waiting love bud. His trunks became even tighter, to the point he could not take the rigidity any longer. The magnificence of his throbbing shaft demanded to be released. Not being able to stand the confinement any longer, he pushed his trunks out of the way, releasing the head of his shaft and working the trunks all the way off. He was getting hotter by the second, impatient for his desires to be fulfilled. Gabriel returned to a position where he could reach Celina's moist entrance once again. Sliding his fingers into the awaiting amusement cavern, he began to slowly circle and play with her clit. His fingers and tongue played too, making his partner thrash uncontrollably and squeak at his mere touch. After a short time, the couple repositioned themselves on the blanket with her legs over his shoulder. Their playing continued for what seemed like an eternity, as he fingered her soft flesh and in turn suckled and enjoyed her hot juices. She provided for all his enjoyment and delightful pleasure, with her moans of ecstasy and cries of encouragement. When Celina could not take his foreplay any longer, she begged him to enter her body. Gabriel started to push his figures inward as he smiled with great enjoyment at the squirming and loud chirping that she achieved. For several torturous minutes he played that way before pulling the fingers out to taunt her a little more. He reinserted his fingers to gather her flowing juices; rubbing them on his manhood. Then he lay back on the blanket making her come to his sexual center. Her mouth found its way to his hardness for a delightful torment of his pleasure center. She moved into a better position, of being able to see and touch his erection covered with her juices. With help, it stood straight up into the air, in the midst of her fingers grasping at the base of his cock. Her little fingers entwined in his pubic hair, simulating him further. She smiled to herself at the pleasurable sight, which she would soon appreciate even more when it was inside her. Celina slowly licked the outside of his cock, up and down the shaft. Concentrating her attentions around the head, she placed her tongue where his pre cum was glistening on the tip. Her lips slid down over the head and stem, taking it as deep as she could in her mouth. She moved up and down his hot rod several times before she placed a lingering kiss on the head. She moved down the side of his rod with her tongue before starting to kiss him up to his belly, then his lips. Once Celina placed a passionate kiss on Gabriel's lips, the combination of their juices were on both of their lips. The steamy couple wanted more then just this teasing that they were doing to each other. Gabriel rolled Celina on to back, playing with her awaiting bud while he prepared to enter her with his hardened manhood. He could not wait to feel the wet warmth of pleasure that awaited his manhood. He pushed himself into her love hole to start a slow rhythmic movement that worked its way up to a hard and furious pace. Their bodies gyrated together, pounding pelvis to pelvis. Picking up the pace allowed him to finally explode with great pleasure, releasing the gratifying emotions that had been pent up within him. He released his seed in total joy to mix with her hot juices. He gently lay down upon her body and encircled her with his arms. Kissing her passionately, he rolled their bodies onto their sides with her still in his arms. They slowly relaxed for a few moments, until their sexual desires began to arise once again. Gabriel cock was ready for more action, causing him to respond by entering her love cavern as they lay on their sides. Their legs were entangled, which gave her the ability to start riding his cock. Before they knew what was happening, she was riding hard and furiously on his cock. Her taut cavern clamped tighter around his cock until he exploded, sending her into a frenzy. Celina still continued to ride him, milking every ounce of sex fluid out of him. After reaching her own orgasm, she collapsed with her back on the blanket with her head on his arm. Gabriel and Celina laid there for a while, softly petting each others bodies. They fell asleep in each other's arms. They slept for a short time under the shade of trees, and then awoke to take a stroll to the water's edge. Playfully splashing water at him, he returned the splashing by tackling her into the water. Under the water they went in each other's arms. They were now swimming in their birthday suits in the pond. In the water, they cheerfully swam together until they reached the waterfall. Just under the falls, they sat beneath the cascading water, just enjoying the pleasure of the sound from the falls. Gabriel decided he wanted to have a little more fun with his pulsating cock. He pulled Celina behind the waterfall. There was a shelf under the waterfall where they were able to cuddle and embrace each other. Slowly, their bodies reawakened the arousal they induced in each other. His hands moved across her back teasingly, causing her to tease him back. They started to enjoy the pleasure of each other's sexy bodies anew. As they began to play and move around, the slippery surface under the waterfalls caused them to slide right into the water laughing. They swam for the surface, needing air. As they broke the surface of the water, they laughed at each other, while starting a splashing fight. The End ************* Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Please leave your comment, vote or send me your comments about the story. I will answer those with return email address. Copyright © 2003 & 2006