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The Rider

By: Draggin



He rode just beneath the crest of the hill, so he could look over but not be seen easily. It was a habit he had picked up from his outlaw days spent on the run. He stopped before crossing the trail that led down to the lake, there were fresh tracks he recognized. He wondered what Kate could be doing in these hills all alone. He tied his horse and walked through the woods. Just before reaching a small clearing he heard a soft moan, stopping in his tracks he carefully looked around, seeing nothing he moved on.

At a gap in the trees he saw Kate in the small meadow, she was slowly rubbing her right breast under her shirt. Suddenly she stopped, damn he thought she has heard me. But she moved to where her horse was tied and removed a blanket from behind the saddle, and something from the saddlebag. She walked back to the clearing and spread out the blanket.

Then to his surprise and delight removed her shirt, spreading oil from the saddle bag on her large 40DD breasts, he could hear her moans even from where he was hidden in the forest. Then she sat down and removed her boots and jeans. Stopping to oil on her legs, after a few moments she removed her panties to reveal he beautiful dark haired pussy, she poured oil on it And began caressing her clit with one hand And her tits with the other.

Moving her left hand down to her cunt she slowly inserted two fingers then three while still rubbing her clit with the right. He could hear her moaning mmmm oohhhh. He thought she would cum soon, but then she stopped and inserted the large dildo she had gotten from the saddle bag. She shoved it all the way in her hot wet cunt, and started pumping it in and out as she moaned aaaahhh yyyeess!!!!!

By this time the rider had a raging hard on which he was stroking as fast as he could. Kate removed the dildo to lick her juices from it. She turned over and got on her hands and knees to do this.

Bill thought now's my chance, carefully he walked up behind Kate and shoved his cock all the way into her burning pussy. Kate said it's about time and humped back to his thrust, as she began rubbing her clit. Bill reached up and grabbed her large tits.

Harder she said harder Bill started thrusting for all he was worth. Now stick it in my ass Kate begged, Pulling out Bill put the tip of his cock in. Now shove it all in Kate pleaded, with that he shoved all 9 inches in her, aaagghh!!! She screamed, yes fffuuucckk mmmeeeee!!!!

Her ass was so tight Bill couldn't hold back I'm cumming he said And pumped so much cum in her ass, it started running down the back of her legs. Then he pulled out and Kate still hadn't reached her orgasm. He said it's getting late we had better head for home. So they got dressed and hit the trail.

The Rider



Have you ever been riding? 
Sitting atop a beautiful horse. 
Seeing his withers shudder when my hand passes over him. 
I like the way he feels under me..

all that strength..power

And I have a tenous control over that. 
My hair whipping around my face,his tail flicking from flank to flank.

Riding as one creature, one being..giving commands with thigh and heel.

Oh, to ride you like that horse.

Feeling the breadth of you against my mons, riding you bare, as I hold
tight with my thighs, not to tight as to 
wrestle control from you...
oh

but to dig my heels in..
squeezing my thighs together to send vibrations along my cunt. 
Yes..as I press into you...
pushing you to run
faster,faster..riding you hard..
my wetness starts to mix with the foam
and sweat building on your skin.

I urge you on with cries and kicks.
Do you feel my shudders as I take
you over, to get you to  move the way I want?

Your muscles tense,
twitch
and I sense a readiness to run ahead

to leap without me

but I pull hard on you...easing you to a slower canter..your nostrils flaring..
eyes rolling..

ohhh my love, my best mount..
stroking your
quaking muscles...
slowing you...slow...easy...easy....

holding you back...then, with a call of your name, pushing hard into you..

driving you on..yesyesyes...

I cry out as you arc your body to take that leap..go..go..ohhhgod yesss..
the power of that jump...

spreads through me..hot and fast..
burning embers all over my body..

we both pant..

trying to find air..as we slowly come back..
you toss that proud head, 
looking at me with knowing eyes

as I lean into you..

petting you

hearing you softly murmur

I towel the sweat from you and give you sugar kisses.



The Rider



Prologue

Let's face it. There's nothing new under the sun, is there? My kind of story will have been told a hundred times before. Probably better, hopefully worse.

But I'd like to tell you anyway.

Imagine: Moscow, a bar. It's smoky, dimly lit. In the far corner, just over there, you can see two men playing pool. That one on the left, he's Mr. Salvastor. Very rich merchant banker. Foreign. I don't quite recall the other one's name, but he's likewise rich. The music is just a touch too loud, and it's all about 7 years old. But, the atmosphere is good, and drink is cheap and of decent quality, and - this may be something to do with the condition of the exterior - there was never any hassle from roving groups of young delinquents with precious little to do, except smoke crack and cause trouble.

If you look over to where I'm sitting, you'll see a tall, slightly melancholy looking man, propping up a double Vodka, staring idly yet pensively around the other customers in the bar. A nod and a raised eyebrow to the barman - I've been here many times - and another double Vodka makes its way to my table. I've been too lazy to get my hair cut, so it's getting nearly to my shoulders. It's jet black, and chronically on the verge of being uncontrollable. I'm not handsome in any way, just your average guy. Average in most respects too - let's face, no-one wants to read a story with someone with an 11 inch penis, do they? A little taste of reality is nice, sometimes.

Oh yeah, and the last thing - I'm single. Almost widowed, in fact.

Almost, you say? Yep, almost widowed. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to say maybe widowed.

It's been a while since I've seen anyone - lately I'm finding it hard to attach to anyone, to let myself go. The women, they're all nice enough, don't get me wrong. I'm fortunate, I know. But they always ask me what's behind the melancholy, and from there on, the memories get in the way of the reality.

I guess, really, I'm just trying to get this off my chest.

Chapter One

Imagine: same old bar. In the corner, playing pool, Mr Salvastor and another of his rich friends. Music is still slightly too loud and out of date. The prices - well, they're a few roubles cheaper, but this is a few years ago. The sign outside is slightly less run-down, but not by much.

Same old corner, same old me. Hair still longish and unkempt. Double Vodka as usual, only this time I've got a roll-up perched between my fingers too. Bad habit. I gave it up.

Like every other night of mine, really. I wasn't - in fact, I'm not - an alcoholic. Teetering on the brink, though. Went through a rough patch back when... well, you'll hear about that.

So, same old night. Except it wasn't, in the end. Now, let me just remember... ah yes, it's coming back now...

"...ting here?" The woman standing over my table was evidently expecting a response. Shit, I thought. What the hell did she say?

"I'm sorry, what was that you asked?"

She smiled at me, not condescendingly, but cheerily, and said again, "Anyone sitting here?"

I shook my head and motioned for her to sit down, which she did. Leaning back, she took a large swallow of her double Vodka, deftly acquired my roll-up, took a draw, grimaced, and stubbed it out. "Filthy habit, mate. You should stop."

"I know," I said. "Periodically I try, but the demons in my need some respite, you know?"

"Oh, I know all about that, mate," she chuckled. "Excuse my manners - what's your name? Mine's - well, sod it, I'll tell you - it's Rose. I don't know why!"

"Rose? That's lovely. Mine's Pete - Peter. What brings you here? You don't usually get non-locals in this particular pit."

"Ach, I just got into town, picked the first spot I could find, which was here. Seems I made the right choice!" She smiled again, and I felt a warmth down to my toes. Involuntarily, I smiled back at her, a proper wide one, and for a moment we both sat there, grinning like idiots.

Perhaps I should take this little moment to tell you about her. She was not short, but not tall - 5'6" at a guess I'd say. Slight, though - with a sort of elongated hourglass figure. She wasn't particularly large in the chest, just, well, in proportion. Her face could probably be described as unexceptional, but looking at her left you with a faint feeling that, if you caught her off balance, in the right light, at the right angle, she could be beautiful enough to make you cry. But that never quite happened with her. Still, she was cheerful, and friendly, and my heart inexplicably warmed to her.

So there we were, grinning away like idiots at each other, until we simultaneously looked away bashfully. I defused the moment by discreetly beckoning the barman, who brought over two more glasses. "On my tab, John," I muttered. He nodded, as he always did, and withdrew.

We talked for hours, that night. About everything and nothing. I told her about my life - which didn't take long - and my job. Software designer, in case you're wondering. Even in Moscow people use computers, though I work for the government. Sounds incredibly brainy, but it isn't really. Pays well enough to fund my teetering. Her life was very different.

"I'm a rider," she said simply, when I asked her.

"A rider? That sounds... well, I don't know what you mean here. Explain!"

"I drive the highways. I drive them fast. Late at night, through the night, early in the morning. Never in the day. I sleep in the day. The only reason I'm here is that my car needs it's gearbox and clutch replacing. Big job - else I'd do it myself."

"Why only at night? Given this is Moscow, I wouldn't have thought it would be that safe for you, being female and all!"

"It's still safer than day time - with the idiots on the roads - and the police, who would sooner pull me over and rape me than issue a ticket," she elaborated, rolling her eyes. "Men. All the same! Except maybe you..." she added, running a finger round the rim of my nearly empty glass.

Chapter Two

I know, I know. You probably wanted me to take her back to my apartment and fuck her all night long. Isn't that what happens? With all the stuff about frenzied kissing, tongues clashing, people moaning and getting wet, writhing on the bed? I don't know, maybe it does. But that didn't happen to me.

No. Instead, I went home alone. I don't know where she went, we barely said goodbye. I was at the bar the next night, as usual. A nod to the barman, and another drink wended its way over.

And then, there she was. I looked up from rolling a smoke, and she was sitting there, opposite me, not looking at me. She saw my movement out the corner of her eye and swivelled round in her seat, extending a hand. "We meet again," she said, a broad smile breaking out. I shook her hand, enjoying the simple touch of her cool palm. "How's the car?" I asked. She shrugged. "Surviving. It's fixed, or at least the monkey-fingered idiots at the garage say so. I'll have to re-tune it when I get a moment. But at least I've got it back."

"Well, I've no real compulsion to stay here - if you want, we could go fix your car. I know a couple of things about engines..." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "And hell, it's cheaper than sitting here, getting drunk." She laughed at me, but not unpleasantly. "I know more about cars than the people who build them. I won't need your help. But - I like you. So let's go."

We left the bar, heading through the snow-covered back streets of Moscow. And no, we didn't hold hands, or have 'urgent passion' like you read about.

We arrived at a garage. There, round the side of the decrepit building that passed as the workshop, was her car. Looking out of place in such an environment of disuse as this, it gleamed. Black bodywork swept sensually over from the long bonnet, sweeping back over the doors and roof, curving into an unobtrusive spoiler, cradling large wheels with gleaming alloy spokes. Yet, far from looking contrived, the car exuded purpose and workmanship, every line of it speaking of power and fluidity.

I loved it.

Rose stopped for a second, a fond look coming over her face, and said, "There's my life, Peter. It's all I have, all I know." I was silent, looking at her radiant face. She caught me looking and flashed me a charming smile before deftly sliding under the car. I watched her legs make small movements as she inspected the mechanic's handiwork, until she wriggled back out, sitting up and wiping grease off her hands onto the sparse grass beneath her.

"Hmm, looks like they did a good job. Shall we take her for a spin?" I could only nod.

We rode for hours. I think I drifted off, I'm not sure. The highways passed in a 120 mph blur. The hands of the clocked ticked past, unrealistically fast. 2am, 3am, 4am passed in an exhilarating tide of speed. Until, around 6, she pushed the clutch in and let the car roll to a halt. It took a while, from over 100 mph, but it did, eventually.

We were far outside Moscow, far from anywhere. I shook myself out of my reverie and twisted round to look at her. She was lit from behind by the sun as it rose over the snow-covered desolation that surrounded us. In that light, she looked like an angel.

"This is why I drive. Because of the beauty." She looked at me, something deep in her eyes, something pleading. "And I'm glad I shared it with you."

I kissed her then. Gently, lovingly. Tongues slid over each other, teasing, exploring. She moved into my arms, though with a small awkwardness - kissing in a car's not all it's cracked up to be - and I ran my fingers up her spine. She moaned slightly, breaking the kiss and burying her face in my shoulder. In silence we held each other.

After a time she moved away and opened her door. I followed suit, and we stood, embracing, to watch the dawn. As we moved back to the car I whispered three words I've never said to anyone but her, and she looked at me again, that same vulnerable look in her eyes, and traced my jawbone with her finger as she nodded. "I know," she whispered back at me.

We drove back in silence.

Chapter Three

I was alone again that night, and the next after that. I met her in the bar again, the next two nights. The first night, we just talked til closing time and beyond, sitting outside the bar, cradling her against the cold with the snow bejewelling her hair like fragile diamonds. The next night we went riding again, this time out into the Tundra, the Russian wilderness that can be as desolate, some say, as the moon. We kissed again as the sun came up, and I told her again those three precious words, and she nodded and swallowed hard and whispered back the same.

I didn't see her for nearly two weeks after that. I stopped going to the bar after a week. Instead, I drank at home, burying the memory of those two kisses and those three words. At least, I tried to.

Day ten: a knock at the door. I looked out the spyhole - fat lot of use that was. It's so greasy you wouldn't see anything if it held up a neon sign. Opening doors to strangers in Moscow isn't particularly wise, but I was drunk and lonely.

It was Rose.

My brain scrabbled in vain through the alcohol fog to find words, failed, and offered a disbelieving grunt instead. She shut the door with her foot, took my hand, and pulled me back to the sofa. "I asked the barman - John? - where you lived. He said in this block. You're the fourth door I tried. Two were locked, and the third knew where you were. So here I am."

Brain still scrabbling, I managed to ask, "Where've you been? I've - I've missed you, Rose."

"South. I went to Volgograd. I wasn't planning on coming back. But - I missed you too, Peter. Normally I don't even get attached to anyone I meet, but you - you are different." She looked at me again, with sadness in her eyes. "I love you, Peter. But I can't be around for you always. Riding's in my blood. My parents were both from the clans. I chose to be lone. But I can't let it go. You must trust me."

I could only nod. Leaning forward, just before her lips, I whispered, "I love you, too," and leant in and kissed her. She kissed me back, hard, her fingers tugging at my shirt buttons, opening them one by one. Stepping back, she pushed it off my shoulders, and placed her hands on my chest with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. I looked at her, and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom.

We undressed each other in silence, running our hands over each other's bodies until she found my aching need and knelt before me, taking it into her delicate hands, caressing. For long moments I held my breath as she slowly slid me into her mouth, exhaling with a gasp as her tongue ran over it, teasing me. She looked up at me with an almost-innocence, running her fingernails up the back of my thighs. 

I stood there, at the foot the bed, her kneeling before me with my fingers twined in her hair, until at last I felt that I could take no more. Raising her gently, I pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs, taking in the sight of her sex with its light covering of downy hair. Circling her thighs with my arms, I closed my eyes and leant in, tasting her. As my tongue made contact she gave a tiny gasp and her hips shuddered just slightly. Encouraged, I made long sweeps with my tongue over her lips, tasting her wetness, alternating long strokes with short, circling one that slid round her clitoris until she moaned aloud and clutched at my hair.

After many long minutes, she dug her fingers into my shoulders and wrapped her legs over my back, holding my head where it was, as her hips bucked and she gasped as waves of pleasure overtook her. She came for what seemed like forever, until at last her legs and fingers relaxed, and she leant down and pulled me up to lie on top of her, my hardness lying along her open lips. Her hands slid to my hips and she pulled, urging me to fill her.

Pulling back to allow access, I moved my hips until the head of my penis was in line with her opening, and pushed in gently. In response, she pulled on my hips, pulling me deeper into her warmth. She felt incredible, and I told her so, moaning as I filled her completely, her warm wetness covering me. She shut her eyes, leaning her head back and running her nails gently up my back, before digging them in with a moan, opening her eyes to look into mine. "I want you, God I want you so much, you feel so good... I want you to cum for me, Peter..."

I could only nod as a buried my face in her shoulder, clutching onto her like a dying man clutches a straw. We rocked our hips together, grinding together, both gasping at the feelings. Nothing had ever felt this good. "God," I gasped, "You're amazing, Rose... you're perfect..." I pushed myself up on my hands, looking down at her, her hair framing a face that looked so beautiful, pulling out of her almost all the way and plunging slowly, deeply, back inside her welcoming warmth. She groaned and pushed her hips to meet mine, grabbing at my shoulders. I repeated the movements, gradually increasing in pace until we were fucking like animals, desperately, passionately.

After what felt like eternity, I slowed and looked at her questioningly; "You want to ride me Rose?" She only shook her head, pulling me in again, hard. I held myself on one elbow, still fucking her hard, my free hand roaming over her delicious body, unable to keep still as I massaged her breast, sliding down to grab her hips. Almost crying now with pleasure, she dug her nails into my back as hard as she could, her hips jumping at mine at every thrust. The painful pleasure of her nails only drove me to wilder heights, and I began to pant as my orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Peter, cum inside me... let me hear you," she gasped, opening her eyes again to look into mine, holding my gaze as the pressure inside me built until at last the floodgates broke and I came inside her in anguished streaks of pleasure, only just aware that she was moaning along with me, her hips going wild as an orgasm took her.

For interminable moments we came together, in a frenzied tangle of bounding hips and thrashing limbs, until at last we calmed and I lay on her, panting, feeling her heart pound inside her chest. I could feel my penis twitching inside her in the final throes of our orgasm, and I watched her breathe hard, her head flung back, her eyes shut, her face flushed.

After a time I pulled out, lying at her side, holding her. I kissed her face tenderly and she began to cry, soundlessly, gently, as I held her to me. "I can't ever leave you, Peter, I can't leave this, us..." I could only nod, holding her until her tears subsided and she drifted to sleep.

I lay awake a long time that night.

Chapter Four

In the morning, she was gone. Where she lay was a note: "I had to leave, Peter. Look for me in three days time, as the sun sets, on the east-bound highway, just were it leaves Moscow. I love you. Always, Rose." And after that, one kiss. For a long time I looked at that note, treasuring the simple script on it, the simple words that meant so much.

Three days later, I waited as the sun sank beneath the snow-bound horizon, and Rose never came. I went to the bar and drank til the morning came, its brooding light turning the black snow to grey, and still she never came.

Two days later, as I scanned the papers, looking for any signs, I found a single column inch, near the back.

"Two days ago, a car was found on the east highway, around 13 miles outside Moscow. The car was badly burnt out, and the occupant, a woman of around 28 years, was subsequently found a few yards away. She had been raped, shot, and her body set alight. Damages were, however, small, the fire presumably having been quenched by the snow-drift into which she had been flung. The police are continuing to investigate, though with scant hopes of finding her killer."

That was it. Was that Rose? I can only hope so. In a way, her death is easier than tha alternative, that she left me.

Times went from bad to worse after that. The alcohol took over - what else was there for me? - and I was virtually fired from my job. A word with my boss made him slightly more understanding, but it was made clear that I had better sort myself out, or I was out of a job. So I cut down on the vodka - quit smoking while I was at it too, I know she wanted me too - and tried to get myself back on the rails. And, in time, the pain lessened slightly, and I took a slight interest in other women. But nothing could satisfy, nothing could fill the hole, nothing ever came of it.

I can only hope that, one day, I'll see her again, wherever that may be. But, until, I sit in this run-down bar where I met her, sitting at this table, and if I look hard enough, through the haze of unshed tears, she's sitting there again, looking at me, and smiling. 



The Rider in the Night



The smell of the room was of numerous types of intoxicating alcohols, he was able to tell the difference of a few of them, them being the lager that he would normally drink, to a sweet smell of his favourite liqueur Southern Comfort. He glimpsed across the dimly lit room from where he was sitting to notice a strikingly tall woman, dressed in a black full length dress. He thought to himself that he'd not seen this woman in this public house before; she stood out mainly due to her clothing and the length of her hair. He could only see the back of this woman, but still made his fuck pole feel firm, was it because of her extensive black hair, her figure or that long tight black dress. He glanced at her, looking up and down her body, he looked at her firm buttocks and his fuck pole pulsed once again. Now knowing what it was that made her stand out he thought to himself that he should at least introduce himself to her.

Mac was a shy man, normally keeping to himself most of the time, only to socialise when he came to his local public house The Tavern, but even then he would always try to find a quiet spot amongst the many loud people talking to reflect on his day. Mac worked as a systems analyst for a large software company, he did well for himself, owning his own house, as well as a new motorbike every year. Yes Mac was a biker at night and systems analyst by day. He adored his life, but found it hard to meet new people due to the hours he worked, and due to his sometimes unshared passion for motorbikes.

Mac stood up slowly from his table, and looked down at his empty glass; he saw this as an opportunity to get closer to this woman. He walked over to the bar where she was sitting and stood next to her, he turned his head quickly to get a better glance at her, not wishing to impose of her space, but still wanting to make his presence known to her. The barman walked over to Mac and asked what he would like to drink, to which he replied "the usual please Tim". He came most nights to The Tavern, he liked the fact that it was a busy place but had little corner tables where the noise drowned away and left the ambiance more suited to the smaller and quieter places that he once used to go. 

Tim put the cold fresh larger in front of Mac who then handed over the money and waited for his change. As Tim returned back with his change, the woman asked for a southern comfort and coke with ice, Mac thought to himself he could do with the same right now, but where he'd just ordered a fresh pint of lager he would wait until he had finished it. Mac was about to place his change back into his pocket when at the same time Tim returned with the woman's drink and knocked Mac's arm making the money spill out of his large masculine hands and on to the wooden floor below. Tim quickly expressed regret for his lack of judgement to Mac and then the woman turned to help collect the rolling coins from the floor. 

As Mac returned to his standing position the woman also stood up both banging their heads together. Mac quickly said in an apologetic voice "Sorry about that" and was followed by "Thank you for your help" to the woman. The woman laughed at their misfortune and replied "that's ok". Mac could not help but notice her deep green eyes, he felt his fuck pole respond to the pleasure he saw from her eyes. In a brief daze Mac recalled the mental pictures he had seen from the table that he had sat at, and added the new images he just seen from the bar; he liked what he saw, but knew he would also need to know her mind as well as her looks. Mac passed his recently dropped change to Tim as a way to thank the woman, the woman spoke in a gentle clear voice thanking Mac for the drink, and introduced herself as Ella. 

They glanced into each other's eyes and Mac broke the silence by asking if she would like to join him at his table. Ella was a self-assured woman, in her early 30's and very aware of her looks, she could easily have picked up anyone in the Tavern, but she saw something in Mac that others did not have. It was not the fact he was well dressed, not the normal for this type of place nor was it the way he talked with a posh gentle voice, but there was something that she could not put her finger on, that captivated her. She replied back "I would be glad to", and followed Mac to his table in the corner. 

Mac being the type of man that respected women, pulled out a chair for Ella to sit at, slowly pushing it back in as she sat down, he then moved around to the opposite side of the table where he sat down himself. They talked for what seemed like hours about general pleasantries, but Mac wanted to know more, he dug deep into himself trying to be more confident and started to ask about Ella's personal life, where she was from, to what she did for a living and many more questions probing her mind for information like she was a computer. 

The evening was getting late and Mac who had come to The Tavern straight from work had not yet consumed any food. He asked Ella in his gentle caring voice if she would like to join him for a meal. Ella thought about his offer, he was a stranger though she reminded herself, but agreed to his offer, thinking that they would be eating there in The Tavern. Mac stood up from the table putting on his leather bike jacket, and collecting his items and then walked round to where Ella was sitting, placing his hand onto the back of her chair as to politely ask her to stand. Ella was then unsure of his request now, but could see he was not pushing things. Ella did not want another man in her life right now, as she'd just broken up with her last partner a few months ago, but she saw no harm in a selfless one night of passion that could come from this meeting of this stranger. Ella stood up from her seat and Mac placed her jacket on her shoulders and asked if she had all her items. Ella was ready and replied confirming this. They started to walk out of the Tavern where Tim said goodbye to Mac. Tim always made an effort to say goodbye to his customers, especially ones that where regulars like Mac. Mac waved at Tim, as he closed the taverns door behind him.

The evening air was fresh outside with a slight mist in place. Ella proceeded to do the remainder of her coat buttons up to stop the cold getting to her supple and sensual skin. The gentle gusts of wind moved Ella's hair around like it was fire dancing in the night, Mac noticed this and stood for a moment enjoying the sight and the erotic feeling that it gave to him. He wanted to be more upfront with Ella but did not wish to scare her away as they had just met. He turned to face Ella and said that he knew a great Indian restaurant a few miles from where they were now. And wanted to know if that would be ok for her, Ella loved Indian meals and her eyes lit up thinking how the hot and spicy food always made her moist down below. 

She contemplated to herself on how they would get there, and without thinking further replied with a gentle "Yes Mac, that sounds wonderful." Mac thought to himself would this be a good time to fetch his motorbike or should he leave that behind and use one of the taxi cabs that where parked just around the corner from The Tavern. Mac asked Ella her opinion on motorbikes, and would she be ok to ride to the restaurant. Ella had only been on a motorbike a few times in her life time and each time was when she was younger and on the back of a small scooter type machine. She looked down at her long dress thinking if she would be able to sit on a bike with no issues, and thought also that how she would have to trust Mac implicitly to do this, but the thought of Mac taking charge and the bike made her excited, and with that came arousal. Her eyes glistened and she said "Yes, that sounds fun". She did not know what type of bike it was let alone the fact if he would have a spare crash helmet, but then she came out of her day dream and her sexual fantasies and thought that he would not have suggested it if he was not prepared himself. 

Mac started to walk around to the back of the Tavern to where his motorbike was parked. Ella followed a few steps behind him and once they reached the car park she could see two motorbikes parked there. She wondered to herself which one would be Mac's. There was a smaller red bike that looked like it might struggle with two people on it, and a large black monster of a bike, with blue and chrome trims. As Mac walked towards the larger of the bikes she noticed more details of this beautiful bike, twin exhaust pipes, 1000cc engine, and the wording V-Twin along the side. The bike looked like it was new, and very powerful, and that made her even more excited down below.

A beep came from the bike, as Mac push a button on his key fob to disable the alarm system. He then passed a spare crash helmet to Ella. While inserting the keys into the ignition, Ella prepared herself for the ride. She hitched up her long black dress a little so that she was able to mount the huge machine. Mac notice her silky-smooth legs and his fuck pole pulsated again from the sight of this new delight.

His thoughts changed from the meal, and onto the erotic thoughts he was having of taking Ella to a discreet woodland area to tear her clothes off and do delightful wickedly naughty things to her. He shook his head as to awaken from his frame of mind as he then placed the keys in the ignition of the bike, and started its engine.

A huge loud rumble came from the bike exhausts and Ella stumbled in shock from the sound. She was astonished at the noise that came from this machine. It sounded like the bikes that she seen in films but ten times better, Harley Davidsons are so dreary compared to this sports bike she thought. She could feel the pulsing of the engine as she sat on the back of the bike. She knew she would be in for a real ride, perhaps even a wet ride. She was not the slightest bit prepared from past rides to what was ahead for her and the many pleasures she may get along the way.

Ella wrapped her arms tightly around Mac's waist as they pulled out of the car park, she could feel the vibrations of the engine through her seat even more, she thought to herself how this felt like one of the sex toys she owned, and in particular the one that always did it's job so well. She pulled herself tighter to Mac as he accelerated onto the road. Mac could feel Ella's arms gripping more, and felt very much in control of the situation, Mac has been riding bikes for many years and was very safety conscious. 

Ella could feel her hair moving as the wind rushed past her head, she was feeling so vulnerable right now with no control of anything, but she liked that, it was a great feeling and was just making her more excited and wet. They headed through the misty dark night, Mac shouted to Ella "Are you ok there? " but Ella was having so much fun, that her reply of "yes thank you" sounded like a girl fresh out of school who just had their first orgasm.

Twisting though the small roads he could feel Ella's arms grip him more as he took the narrow tight corners. Was she having fun he thought to himself or was she more scared, but her previous reply seemed to be more enjoyment than worry so he continued on. He loved the closeness of Ella's arms around his body, and wanted more of it and wondered how well she knew the area as they were close to the restaurant. He thought to himself that there was a detour he could take that would make it last at least another ten minutes but would she notice that a few miles trip would take so long, or would her excitement make her forget how far the trip was really meant to be. He decided to turn down a narrow road to his right knowing it added more time to his trip. Ella did know the area quiet well, and wondered where this place would be as she did not know of another Indian restaurant out this way, but she didn't care right now, the vibrations of the bike where really kicking in as he changed gear to a lower one, making the pulses more intense than ever before. She never had a feeling like this before and did not want it to end, so she just sat back with her arms round Mac's chest while lapping up every moment of the vibrations of this new found sex toy of a bike. 

They finally arrived at a small Indian restaurant, Ella was glowing from the fun and excitement of the bike ride, she could not believe how much it turned her on, her love nest felt like it was dripping and she felt a drop of moisture running down between her voluptuous breasts, that was just for starters; she was about to have an Indian meal which she knew would kick her into over drive for more gratification. She did not know what to do, as the rate the evening was going she would be pleading for some of Mac's fuck pole but she only just met him and was not sure what his intentions would be let alone if he would be game for a one night of shameless passion. She told herself to just go with the flow the night is young, reciting to herself "go with the flow".

Mac pulled open the door to the restaurant for Ella. She walked though the open door thanking and smiling at Mac on the way. How she wanted him now, a gentle man in his own right, and a body to match his mind, she could not help but dampen at his fuck pole that she caught a glimpse of out the corner of her green now glistening eyes. 

They were then approached by a tall fat man smelling of curry wearing a cheap brown suit, who asked if he could help. Mac asked if they had a table for two spare, to which the man replied that he did have one and asked for them to follow him. They were led to a small round table with a window view which looks upon a nearby river, the table had been well presented with red roses in the centre, napkins and cutlery in front of each seat with and an empty glass. The man held one of the chairs for Ella to sit down, and then followed by one for Mac. They looked at each other from opposite side of the table, with a glazed look in their eyes both trying to read each other's thoughts both longing to know what the other felt.

A few moments later a waiter returned with the menus and asked if they would like a drink while they browsed though the menus. Mac quickly but firmly in his gentle masculine voice replied "Two southern comforts and coke please with ice" looking at Ella, to which she nodded in agreement. She was impressed that her stranger remembered what she had drunk at The Tavern. She longed to tell him of her wild and hot-blooded sexual thoughts that where racing through her mind right there in the restaurant but restrained herself from a possible humiliating moment.

As they waited for the waiter to return with their drinks, Ella asked where the restroom was she needed to freshen herself up, and dry her now dripping pussy before it started to show. Mac stood up and then pointed the direction she would need to go, Ella stood up and walked toward the direction that Mac indicated, he could not help but noticed her buttocks again and her long flowing black hair that fell down her back and slightly across her face, once again his fuck pole was shuddering alive and throbbed in his pants pulsing to the thought of Ella's naked body. Mac knew that his now growing member wanted some action tonight, and started to think how he could make things happen, little did he know though that Ella was also thinking the same in the restroom, as her most pleasing trip on the motorbike kicked her fantasies into action once more, she was planning her way to seduce her stranger, a way to take him to the dark side of her fantasies.

Ella returned from the restroom glowing from her erotic thoughts. She must have freshened herself while she was in there Mac thought to himself not knowing Ella's desires of lust and passion. She took her seat back at the table and the waiter returned with their drinks order that they placed. He put them onto the table and asked if they would like to place their meal order yet, Mac was not quite ready yet and asked if the waiter could come back in a few minutes. 

Ella decided that she would make herself more comfortable and removed her shoes, and then let out a sigh of relief as one would expect wearing high heel shoes all day long. Mac took his cold glass of drink and raised it towards Ella as an attempt for her to join in the traditional way to celebrate a new meeting, Ella took hold of her glass and gently knocked it against Mac's glass saying "To new meetings" Mac smiled and repeated Ella's words "To new meetings". If only they could read each other's minds, they would know how the night would end.

The waiter returned again asking if they were ready to place their food order, this time they both knew what they wanted and it wasn't food on their mind! Lust, Passion and a night of fucking one another, but instead they both did say Yes at the same time, and then smiled at each other for both making the comment together. 

They both read their choice of meals from the menu to the waiter and then continued to look at one another again. Ella wanted to show some kind of sign to Mac but was uncertain how to do this, then she thought to herself how they meet just a few hours ago in The Tavern, an accident is what brought their paths together, maybe she could make one happen again where she could make more physical connection with Mac. She schemed in her mind ways to do this, but there where so many ways that she could think of. Which one of these ingenious plans would be the best, and give her the long anticipated touch she needed to further her current and anticipated erotic indulgence. Mac on the other hand was shyer than Ella, and was not ready to make his advance towards her, he had his own idea that he would wait till their trip home, and fake a bike issue. Would this really work he thought to himself, thinking of ways he could bring this devilish plan in to action without bringing Ella a warning light in her mind. A glimmer of hope flooded across him like the moon being covered by a solar eclipse.

The Waiter returned with their meals and both Ella and Mac thanked him, Ella knew she would enjoy this meal, knowing that she had selected a particular hot curry to make her pussy intensify ready for her growing lust for Mac's fuck pole to be thrust deep inside her. They both glanced at one another as they started to eat their meals, Mac's now almost fully hardened fuck pole was shouting to his master to give him some pleasure, every mouthful Ella took of her meal her lips glistened and shimmered with her saliva, Mac could see small beads of sweat rolling slowly down her forehead and working their way in to her ample supple breast. Mac's fuck pole was chocking in his suit trousers and wanted to be let out. 

Ella and Mac's hands met in the middle of the table where they both reached for their drink, Mac was now nervous as he rigid erect fuck pole was starting to control him, Mac's arm slipped and his glass went falling across the table top, spilling his drink onto the table cloth and on to Ella's Black dress. Ella was alive!, she knew this was her moment, she had planned for something like this to happen and it was not done by her. Mac was in a state, how he could resolve his accident and make things right towards Ella, he was seeing his chances of a passionate night dissolve before his very eyes. He quickly stood up with his napkin in his hand and proceeded to walk to Ella to help her clean up her dress and her side of the table. Ella was more aroused by the cold drink slowly making its way to her hot moist pussy, she needed cooling down, and this was a great way for it to happen, and had many erotic thoughts of Mac's tongue lapping it up like a dog, every ounce of drink and her pussy juices. Mac apologised for his misfortune. His hand pressed onto her black dress moistening up the small puddles of his once cold drink. Ella could feel his touch through her dress and she couldn't help but lick her lips from the thought she now had in her mind. Ella was fine about the accident that had happened. It was a great way for her to make things more obvious to Mac of her shameless wishes for this night. Mac's hand brushed past her erect nipple attempting to clean up the remnants of the drink from her dress. Ella's eyes widened as his hand made a final attempt to soak up the last few drops. Mac could not help but stare at Ella's breasts, her nipples now fully erect like mountain peaks through her tight black dress.




The Rider in the Night



Ella smiled as she spotted Mac's attention, she had her moment and decided she would utilize it. "Mac, do you like what you see" Ella asked, Mac was now thinking that the curry was not a good idea as he now increased in heat, and his face flushed a pale shade of red. Mac replied "Ella, sorry, you are a very charismatic woman, and who would not be interested in you". They looked into one another's eyes both wanting to read the others mind, did Ella want more?, Did Mac want more?, they thought to each other, and then the moment was then taken from them. 

The waiter returned to help with their accident, Mac knew he lost his moment, and returned back to his seat. The waiter asked if there was anything he could help with, or perhaps replace their meals, Mac answered quickly " no thank you, all Is ok now" trying to force the waiter away as he had other things on his mind now. The waiter nodded and walked away from the table, Ella was not going to let the moment go though, she stretched her foot under the table to run it along Mac's thigh. He held out his hand as to show the affection back to Ella, and their hands joined in a lustful grip that made both of them gasp for a breath of air. Their dinner was no longer an importance to either of them. They both wanted to enjoy the moment they lost and desperately wanting it back Ella's foot moved more towards Mac's fuck pole, it started to hurt from the constant lust he was receiving, he wanted Ella now. He said gasping in a new breath to Ella if she wanted to leave now. Ella was in the same frame of mind, she was no longer interested in her meal she no longer needed the hot curry to make her wet, she wanted Mac and she wanted him now. 

Mac raised his arm, waving it around like it was no longer connected to his body to get the attention of the waiter, he wanted out of this place, he had so much more important things on his mind now... ELLA. The waiter walked over and asked if everything was ok, Mac said "Yes but may we have the cheque now", the waiter left to get the bill, and returned quickly with a payment machine, Mac handed his card to him and typed in his pin code into the machine the waiter was holding. Mac made a mistake in his eagerness to type his pin code, he was desperate to leave. Ella was putting her coat on while Mac was dealing with the bill. Mac finished with the bill and placed his own jacket back on. He looked at Ella and asked "bike ride somewhere". She replied "Yes my rider in the night." Mac smiles at the name she had given to him, she liked the bike and it showed clearly to him as they first arrived at the restaurant.

Outside was now unblemished, the mist seeming to have been obliterated by the now recognizable full moon gleaming down on them both. In the surroundings they could hear the small river trickling that they had recognized from the window where they once sat at their table inside, but no other noises could be heard. 

What a total blissful evening Ella thought to herself. Mac was preparing his motorbike for their next trip. Where would he take her, his place.....? No that was too customary, and at that moment he recollected a quiet inconspicuous wood nearby. Mac started his motorbike engine once again and the roar from the V-Twin sparked into life startling some once nearby quiet birds into a frenzy of flight and chirps. Ella arranged her dress so she could mount the motorbike, and then grasped her arms around Mac tightly knowing she would need to for the power of the beast she was on. They set off into the night, to the place they both desired, a one way ticket to Pleasure Island. Mac could feel Ella's hand slide down from his chest and move towards his fuck pole, his arms tingled and his grips on the throttle tightened to focus on his riding. Ella started to unzip his suit trousers and pushed her hand into the open hole that she had made. Ella's hands where bitterly cold from the wind that blown by so furiously. Mac's fuck pole could not contain itself and forced it way out of its restraints and made its way into Ella's hands. Mac's reflexes kicked in and the throttle opened fully, pulling Ella's hand from his fuck pole back to his chest where she started, she then worked her way back down to the erect monster that was now unleashed and calling her name.

They were getting close to their destination, Mac slowed down the motorbike so he could make a clear view of his last turn he would need to make. Ahead there were small concealed tracks that lead to a near impenetrable woodland one of which they needed to take. Mac slowly pulled into it and parked up slightly into the woodland. Ella hand was by then back on his fuck pole and she was stroking it as if it was a little puppy asking for her help to escape. Ella slowly swung her silky smooth legs over the seat onto the floor, and moved forward to Mac. Mac cocked his leg over like that little puppy and they faced each other. The night was really about to intensify. 

Ella grabbed again at his throbbing fuck pole, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, she could feel the wet soaked floor that was mud sink around her point on contact, she could now see Mac's engorged fuck pole, and slowly she placed her saturated watery mouth over its now purple head, she could taste that salty pre-cum that showed how horny Mac really was, Ella opened her lips wider apart to allow the full thickness of his shaft to enter her mouth, and slowly started to suck at it. Mac attempted to put his hands down Ella's back to feel her sensual body, and fondled with her lacy white bra straps, in a quick flick of his wrists he released the clasp, and moved his hand round to the front of her body, stroking past her now sharpened nipples that stood out like daggers. Ella moved her arms to undo his trouser button and popped it from its partner hole; his trousers slide down his tanned hairy legs. She tugged at his shorts leaving his lower half naked and exposed to the outdoor elements and giving Ella full access to his pulsating testicles. Mac placed his masculine arms down around Ella and lifted her to her feet. He slowly unzipped the back of her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor along with her bra that he'd previously undone. She was now slowing her naked body and her perking round breast to the moonlight, and his mouth drooled as he took one nipple into his teeth, and gently started to bite it, he slowly kneaded her breast with his wet slippery tongue making sure every part was caressed. Ella's pussy was soaking, far wetter than she'd known before; she was longing for her rider to show her what else he could ride. 

Ella moved towards the back of Mac's bike and sat back onto her seating area once again, Mac staggered towards her and then mounted the bike (and her) guiding his fuck pole into her drenched wet pussy, Ella opened her legs wide apart to give Mac full access to her and Mac took advantage of this, his pole was now in reach of its goal, and no one was there to stop it. Mac slid his fuck pole into Ella and she let out a whimper of disbelief from how enormous it felt inside her. They both slid on the leather seat due the wetness from Ella's pussy, Ella grabbed hold of the grab rail to force herself not to move so that Mac could give her all his penetration, she moaned with delight as every thrust brought her closer to such an immense orgasm.

Ella could see Mac's face knowing he was close, she whispered to him "come over my breasts my rider", he knew he had a few moments left before it was at the point of no return, his hot seeds would soon climb their way out of his pole, he pushed harder and deeper than ever before, Ella screamed, she was there at the peak of her climax she was past her point of no return and every thrust from Mac gave her a sensation of heaven, her voice now deafening with delight, she let out a final scream of pleasure that she had now reached her goal. Mac quickly slid his fuck-pole out of her and allowed his now hot and throbbing pole to ejaculate all over Ella's pert breasts. Streams of cum flooded down her breasts, and finally came to rest on her stomach, forming a pool of milky semen in her tummy button. The full moon was so bright, that it reflected on the milky pool of cum in her navel and on the droplets dripping from her nipples. As Mac got his breath back he said "That's one ride I never forget" Ella Smiled back at him and replied "time to take me home my rider of the night".



The Ridge



The plane, a twenty four year old, twin propellered Sentinel was two hours late in taking off from Tutuila International Airport, more affectionately known as Pago Pago Café, Samoa. It had been a radio fault that caused the delay and with the control tower's permission had begun to roll down the apron preparatory to lining up at the far end of the runway for takeoff. Rain, that had been forecast, had just began to fall and the co-pilot was advised over the fixed radio, that they were now more than likely to hit heavy weather south west of Fiji on the flight to Brisbane.

But for that radio fault, the aircraft would have missed the storm and not be heading into it and this story would not have been written. The plane, on charter to the Samoan Council, carried a pilot and a co-pilot, both Australians and two stewardesses, one an Australian and the other was a Kiwi from New Zealand. Maximum passengers would be eighty six, though on this flight, they had fourteen empty seats so seventy six souls took to the air for the city of Brisbane. Also, the aircraft carried ten pallets of tuna fish from the cannery of Pago Pago for the Australian market.

The emergency drill patter had been performed and all were seated as the plane took to the air to swing on its course for Australia.

'Welcome aboard flight Sam two one four,' the small speakers throughout the cabin crackled. 'This is your Captain speaking, name of Chris Jones and my co-pilot is Dennis Raymond. We apologise for the late take off, but we've got to have a radio that works. We'll be flying at approximately thirty five thousand feet and arrive at Brisbane at approximately midnight. Dinner will be served shortly and we hope you will enjoy the flight.' He clicked off the speaker.

'You didn't mention the bad weather ahead,' Raymond said from his seat on the right.

'No. Let them have their dinner in peace,' Jones replied. 'We might just be able to avoid it.'

In the main cabin, the stewardesses had unclipped their seat belts and went to the miniscule galley and pulled out the drinks trolley and began to serve everyone who wanted a drink before their meal. The seat belt sign and no smoking lights went off and the passengers began to relax. Being a chartered plane, they didn't quite follow the rules of the larger airlines by banning the smoking of cigarettes on their flight, though it was a question asked when the seats were allocated so as to have the smokers towards the rear end of the plane. Most of these lit up when the sign went off.

Debra, the Australian stewardess served the drinks off to the port side passengers, while Tiki, the New Zealander, served those on the starboard side. The same as on a ship, the port side is on the left as you look forward and starboard is to the right, and, though not visible from the cabin, the wing tips carry a red light for port and green for starboard and a white light shining forward beneath the belly of the aircraft.

This is to advise any person from seeing these lights at any angle can tell in which direction the ship or aircraft is travelling in the darkness.

The galley was also equipped with a locker that was really a large microwave oven, switched on earlier for heating the pre-cooked dinners and with the drinks served, these sealed meals were then doled out. The choice was either chicken, Australian style, or a Samoan rice dish. The forward passengers all had a choice but sometimes the rear end ones had to take whatever was left if the rest all opted for one only. The captain and co-pilot always had a different one each, for like all airlines, they were not allowed to both have the same meal at the same time. It was a safeguard against food poisoning, though neither of these two had ever experienced this, they still followed this rule.

Just over an hour out from Tutuila the pilot picked up the tower of Nandi airport at Tuva, Fiji and got a confirmed fix and knew they were still on course. Also, they would definitely hit the storm which had really built up in the last hour.

'We have just been advised,' the captain said into his handset that let the passengers hear him, 'that we will experience some turbulent weather very shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten the belts.' 

As he clicked off, Raymond pressed the button to illuminate the seat belt sign that was above each seat.

'No smoking sign?' He queried of the captain.

'Not yet,' was the answer as he tightened his own belt and concentrated on his flying.

Three minutes later they hit the outer edge of the predicted storm. At first it was just a sickening drop of two hundred feet as the air disappeared from beneath them, it being sucked into the tempestuously violent winds. These latter then began to toss them from side to side as it battled to fight against this intruder into its own airspace.

Heavy rain bombarded the windscreen making it impossible to see out, though this really made no difference for it being night and that they were already flying on instruments. The pilot began to lift the aeroplane higher, hoping to get above the storm as they saw the lightning flash across the sky ahead of them.

The aircraft shook and shuddered the first time it was hit by one such bolt, but after sustaining four in quick succession, all the instruments went haywire. 

'Christ!' exclaimed Jones at the quick sudden shocks as he struggled to hold the wheel in his hands firm.

'We've lost instrumentation,' Raymond cried out as the needles of various dials went either round and round or oscillated from one side to another. He too was grimly hanging onto his yoke to try and help the captain keep the aircraft stable.

What they didn't know was that they were very quickly being pushed further north by the very strong winds as they were still being hit by lightning.

'Get on to Nandi and tell them what we've hit, to warn others and give us a navigational fix,' Jones said to Raymond, his teeth chattering as he spoke. Not from fear but from the sheer buffeting they were getting.

Just as Raymond began to speak, the radio behind him seemed to explode as a lightning strike came down through and shorted out the whole panel.

'Radio's gone,' he shouted to the captain, the noise from outside rising in crescendo as they were now being hit by hail. Hail in the Pacific? But it was fact as they could see large chunks of white ice shatter on the screen in a relentless stream, hoping that the glass would hold up to this constant battering.

In spite of the seat belt sign, both Debra and Tiki were moving up and down the aisle, hanging onto the backs of seats as they collected sick bags and gave out fresh ones.

Jones and Raymond, for nearly an hour, fought the controls of the plane until the final straw came. Only it wasn't a straw but another bolt of lightning that hit the portside engine and blew it to pieces and at the same time, split the wing's fuel tanks.

Passengers began to scream at the sight of this trailing flame from the wing and the sudden lurch, not the first, but a more sickening one, to this side, making the flame actually begin to lick at the outside of the small windows on that side.

With superhuman effort, both Jones and Raymond managed to bring the plane onto a level flight path, much lower than before but were at least being able to keep it stabilised as the aircraft began to slowly lose height with only one engine for power.

Even though he knew the radio was out, Raymond kept sending out a mayday call in the faint hope that he could be heard though they couldn't receive. He'd already activated the engine fire extinguisher and it had lessened the flames, but not put the fire out completely.

'We going to ditch?' Raymond asked as he struggled with his yoke.

'It looks like it. The altimeter has gone mad so we've got to go down to see where we are and try and set her down on land if we can see any, if not, the water. I'd best prepare them,' and he triggered the speaker for the passenger cabin.

'Attention please. Do not be alarmed about the fire to the port side engine. I am about to put the plane into a dive to put out the bloody flames and I'm afraid that I'm going to have to land. Either on land or in the water. So please recheck your seat belts and brace yourself when I call out to brace. You've had the emergency drill told to you. You have a few minutes to refresh yourselves of this by looking at the card in the pocket of the seat in front of you. This applies to the two stewardesses as well. Good luck to us all,' he said and clicked off his hand set and helped his co-pilot in getting the aircraft lower in a shallow dive and was successful in extinguishing the flames to the port engine and wing.

'Christ! We're fucking low Chris,' Dennis exclaimed, using his captain's Christian name whilst in the cockpit which was not a normal practice. Off duty was a different matter.

'Not low enough yet. The fire's out this side but I still can't see the water. We've got to go lower,' and so the pair of them while keeping the aircraft level, dropped slowly down until Raymond cried out.

'Land! I'm sure of it!'

They were more into squalls now than the actual storm but with his controls beginning to feel sluggish, the captain knew that he had to land the damn thing. In between the intermittent gaps in the rain, he too saw that the land was indeed there and that it looked more of an island.

It was ahead and slightly off to the left and this made it easier for them to veer the plane that way.

'Look for a clear stretch of land or beach,' Jones called out as he strained his own eyes for somewhere to land.

'I can't see anything now from my side,' he complained as the plane banked to port.

'Well I can see a beach, so I'm going to go right round and level off for it,' he said. Dropping down to about five hundred feet, they were below the storm and just had the rain to contend with and now Raymond could see the phosphorescence of the water breaking on the shore.

'Yes, yes,' he cried. 'About half a mile ahead. Well done Chris. Now just get the bugger down.'

'Undercarriage down,' Jones ordered, 'half flaps,' and then concentrated on that faint strip that was dead ahead of him. He flicked the switch for the speaker.

'There's a beach below where I'm going to land so, brace, brace, brace!' and flicked the switch off and watched the beach come closer and closer to him as he let the plane down to meet it. He felt the thump as the landing gear came down and locked.

'I'm aiming to put down as close to the water as possible. The sand will be much firmer there and maybe we can run along it and hope to stop before it runs out,' he said to Raymond through gritted teeth as he throttled back to just above stalling speed as they dropped closer and closer to the beach.

'What's that black line that runs from the trees to the water?' Raymond asked as they began to drop the last few feet.

'I don't.....oh fuck!' and pulled with all his strength at the yoke to try and lift the aircraft but didn't have a third hand to increase the power, and also tried to turn the plane to starboard towards the sea.

They hadn't known that this was a volcanic island that they were trying to land on and that this black thing that ran from the trees across the beach and into the water was a ridge of solid lava.

 * 

In the cabin when the captain announced that he was going to get 

the plane down, Both stewardesses, in spite of the motions of the aircraft, still checked that each passenger had their safety belts properly secured before taking to their own seats. Debra had her fold up seat at the front, her back to the cockpit wall while Tiki had hers at the rear end by the toilet door.

From where they both sat, buckled up, they saw all the heads disappear onto their folded arms when they heard the voice of the captain telling them to brace. They too then followed suit and they could hear the sudden murmuring of most of the passengers saying their prayers to God.

There were a few screams as the plane suddenly appeared to lurch to the right and then came the horrendous noise as several hundred tons of aircraft being brought to an almost immediate stop from a speed of about one hundred and fifty miles an hour.

Captain Chris Jones had failed to clear the ridge and the under-carriage struck and was savagely torn from the fuselage. The nose wheel had made it across but the power wasn't there to lift the rest of the plane high enough to get the main landing wheels over. As these ripped away, this fragmentary pause caused the nose of the plane to dip and bury itself into the sand at the water's edge. Simultaneously, in trying to turn to starboard, the wing tip caught the ridge too, twisting the aircraft as it began to stand on its crumbling nose.

The weight of ten tons of tinned tuna snapped their restraints and at the apogee of the aircraft's somersault, shifted with alarming speed towards and through the forward bulkhead. On its passage downwards, the tops of the pallets began shearing the bolts that held the passenger seats, releasing them too.

From about the middle section of the passenger cabin, these seats with the occupants strapped in, hurled down to crush those sitting there into the backs of the seats in front of them, which in turn then smashed into the next and so on like a domino effect.

Debra had not the time to scream as these seats and passengers crushed her as they all then smashed through into the tilted cockpit burying both Jones and Raymond. This all took a fraction of a second as the plane stood on its nose and most of the planes occupants died at that point.

The forward momentum continued as the plane carried on its somersault, twisting as it landed on its back, having a whip lash effect on the tail section which sheered away from the main fuselage to bounce and finish in the upright position in a depth of about six foot of sea water.

The noise had been horrendous with the screeching of metal being torn apart that would have drowned the screams, if any, of the dying passengers as the plane came to rest in a welter of spray with those passengers whose seats were still bolted to the floor, upside down with their upper bodies underwater. They drowned if they hadn't suffered broken necks before they could release their seat belts.

The rear section of the plane had landed over twenty feet away from the main fuselage and was in the upright position facing the gaping hole that it had once been attached to. The sudden silence was almost deafening to those that had survived and the only noise to be heard was the falling rain and the slap of waves.

In this section, the configuration of seating was a single fold up seat at the rear for a stewardess, two rows of two seats either side before it became three seats either side. It was just in front of the three seat row that the split had occurred though with the whip of its parting, had taken the legs off the three passengers seated on the starboard side. One was already dead and the other two were rapidly losing the fight and died within a few minutes.

Then came the groans of those twelve survivors as they felt their bruised thighs and aching heads and muscles, trying to comprehend what had just happened. From point of impact until they finished up in this position took just two seconds. They had been in the braced position and with the cabin lights on, staring at the carpeted floor and now they were in darkness and could feel the rain blowing in on them.

'What the fuck happened?' came an American voice from the, what was now the front row seat by the window.

'I think we have just crashed,' came the dry reply from the back row. Now came the sobs and crying from the female passengers.

'Oh my God,' cried one sobbing voice.

'We crashed?' came a bewildered voice.

'Well we're not in the bloody air for there's water just in front of me,' came another American voice with a sarcastic tone.

'Get me out of here,' came the high pitched scream of a female which was followed up by the sound of a heavy slap that cut off the screaming.

'We'd better get out,' came the dry voice again which had the modulated tone of being English. He was in the rear seat, portside, next to the window and he put his arm round the shoulders of the girl sitting next to him who was gently sobbing.

'You're safe now. Buck up and let's get out shall we.' If things had been normal, she would have slapped him for his hand was fumbling near her groin as he tried with one hand to release her belt buckle, but it went un-noticed in the circumstances. He could hear other seat belts being undone and as he tried to help her to get up, another pair of hands came out of the gloom to pull her up. In the near darkness, he saw that it was Tiki, the stewardess who was helping her out into the now very short aisle. They moved back to allow him to get out too. The back two rows were now getting to their feet but of the three living at the open end stayed seated for there wasn't any floor for them to stand on.

'Oh shit!' said the man nearest the aisle, looking across at the other three. 'They've lost their fucking legs!'

The Englishman moved past those now out in the small aisle and bent over the backs of these three seats and felt the necks of all three but couldn't find any pulse.

'They've gone,' he said quietly, and then looked out at the main body of the aircraft but couldn't see anything move for he was really looking into the belly of the plane not really comprehending that it was upside down. This was only apparent when they were out on the sand and could see it properly. He could see that they were about fifteen feet from the water's edge and the sand beyond.

'I'll see how deep it is,' he said to those at the rear end, now all standing up. 'Get ready to follow me if it's okay.' With that, he went to the end of the aisle and jumped out into the water. No sooner had his head gone under, he felt the sand beneath his feet. He came up and then pushed himself down again to guess that with him being six foot exactly, the water depth was about seven to eight feet.

'Okay,' he called up. 'Eight feet. Start jumping down and I'll catch you.' The first to comply were the three Americans in the front seats, jumping down almost at the same time, one of them landing right on top of the Englishman. He spluttered out sea water when he surfaced to remonstrate, but the three were already wading ashore.

'One at a time please,' he cried out. 'They nearly drowned me.'

'I'll give you a hand,' a male voice called out from above, his accent was that of an Australian and he landed in the water. So they trod water as the females began to drop down for their arms to be caught as they splashed into the sea. It only took a few swimming strokes to be able to stand and then wade ashore. Second to last was Tiki, followed by the last person who was another male.

'Thanks buddy,' he said as he surfaced, betraying the fact that he too was an American. The three men now swam those few strokes and soon waded ashore to find the others sitting on the sand watching them come ashore.

It was still raining but not very heavy and there was just enough night light to be able to recognise faces of those who had been sitting at the rear end of the plane. Two of the girls were still crying and being comforted by another, huddling together for warmth too.

'Another fine mess you've got me into Stanley,' one of the American's quipped in a shaky voice.

'Oh shut up Drew,' the biggest of them all said. He too was an American and stood about six four and looked like he might have been a football forward judging by his size. 'Let's get up to the trees now we're all off and get ourselves sorted out,' he said, and not waiting to see if anyone had heard, began to trudge up the sand towards the tree line. The Englishman noted that he had been one of the three in the front seat who had jumped out first and that the other two knew him for they followed at once.




The Ridge



The Englishman whose name was Robert Carlton, as he introduced himself later, saw the girl who had been sitting next to him, struggling to get up from the sand, went to help her.

'Thanks,' she said, as he pulled her up. 'Sorry about that back in the plane.' He gave a laugh.

'Don't worry about that. I was nearly sobbing myself with relief,' and they walked up the sand together with the others straggling along.

'My name is Judy. Judy Latimer,' she said and he told her his. They, with the others joined the three Americans under the trees where all they got were a few drips but otherwise, the leaves kept most of the rain off them. The big man was still standing, the other two having sat down beside him like two sycophants at the feet of their master. We're going to have trouble with this one, Carlton thought as they grouped together before him.

'Well it looks like we're the only ones to get out of the crash alive,' he said, 'so let's get ourselves acquainted for we're going to be here for a few days at least.'

'Where are we?' the man he'd called Drew asked.

'How the fuck do I know! I wasn't the bloody pilot.'

As they didn't know, it had better be said that due to the force of the storm, they had been driven nearly five hundred miles north of their flight path and were now on a small island in the New Hebrides.

'My name is King. George King and this here,' indicating the man to his left, 'is Drew Krowanski, a Pollack. The other one is Liam Doughtey, third generation Irish and we all hail from the grandest state in the Union, Texas.'

'Hurrah for you,' said the fourth American somewhat sarcastically.

'I'm James Smith from Chicago.'

'John Rembok. Sydney.'

'Robert Carlton, London. England.'

'Ha! A limey. I thought so,' King said with an almost sneer. Carlton ignored this, knowing that the time wasn't right for a confrontation but knew, that they would have a coming together later in their stay on the island. As if knowing that he might react, Judy had taken his arm to restrain him from doing anything rash.

'Judy Latimer, from Sydney,' she said, still holding his arm.

'Carol Winters, Colorado.'

'Pearl White, Atlanta, Georgia.'

'Not the right name for you is it?' King said. 'It should be Black.' 

This was definitely an insult for Pearl was a negress and Carlton couldn't let that go.

'Another insult like that,' he said, shaking off Judy's arm, 'and I'll deck you.'

'Oh, the Limey's got balls. Just try it,' King sneered as his two cohorts got up to stand beside him. Judy took his arm again and gave it a pull.

'Leave it for now,' she hissed at him, feeling him tremble with rage.

'Stacey Chalmers of Adelaide.'

'Toni Dent. Born in Alice but live in Brisbane.'

They all looked at the forlorn figure of the stewardess who had the most grief for having lost her travelling companions.

'Oh,' she started coming out of her reverie, 'Er, my name is Tiki. Tiki Newcombe. I was born in Rotorua but live in Auckland,' and dropped her head back down onto her arms as she sat with her knees up.

'Well there's not much we can do till daylight,' King said, 'so we might as well make ourselves as comfortable as we can in the circumstances till then.'

'I think we should all say a prayer for our deliverance,' Carol Winters said.

'We're not in Colorado now,' snorted King, 'and he didn't do the others any favours,' he said, waving his hand towards the broken aircraft. 'I'm going to get some sleep,' and he turned away and went a bit further into the trees followed by the other two.

'Well I'm going to say one,' she said and bowed her head and silently whispered to herself. Those still standing looked sheepishly at one another and slowly sat down and bowed their heads and closed their eyes.

 * 

It had been a restless night for most of them, one of the girls' waking up with a scream during the night before realising that she had been dreaming of the flight prior to the crash and the terror she had been in at the last few moments before it happened.

They were all awake before that short interlude between night and day when the sun started to show itself rising up to their left. They all slowly started to gather at the edge of the beach and looked at the wreckage of the plane that they had nearly died in and gave some thought to those that we still inside.

The sky was still full of clouds and the sun only shone through intermittently but it was warm enough for the men to take of their damp shirts to get what warmth they could from the sun.

Judy, with a shy smile at Robert Carlton, was the first female to take off her blouse to try and dry it. She was wearing a bra and when Carol Winters began to remonstrate with her for exposing herself, replied that a bra was just the top half of a bikini and asked if she went swimming fully clothed?

Tiki had already taken off her uniform jacket but now she too, took off her blue blouse and hung both of them over a bush on the edge of the beach to catch what sun there was. Carol was the only one who kept hers on.

'I like what I see,' Robert said to Judy, pointedly look at her covered breasts, 'but I would advise you to have a few words with the other girls to keep together or at least be in pairs and keep away from those Americans.' The last being spoken in a low voice.

'And you?' she smiled, frankly admiring his tanned and muscled upper naked torso.

'Oh I'm relatively harmless unless I'm aroused,' he smiled back at her.

'You were getting aroused last night with King?'

'That was anger, for he annoyed me the way he spoke to Pearl.' He wanted to continue but they were interrupted by Toni.

'Has anyone got a cigarette? I'm dying for a smoke,' she asked.

'Anyone got anything to drink?' Stacey chipped in, joining them.

'There's some on the plane,' Tiki said as she too joined the group and they all turned and looked at what was left of it.

'I think we'd better start thinking of salvaging what we can before the 

salt water gets to it,' Robert said. 'Who can swim?' he asked. Both Stacey and Judy said they could and volunteered to help him at the wreck.

'Any of you men want to come for a swim?' he asked of the others as he walked out onto the sand. If they'd been standing on a wooden floor instead of sand, you would have been able to hear the shuffling of feet, which they nearly all looked down at.

'Okay,' he said accepting the silence as a definite answer of no. He turned his back on them and went down to the water's edge with Judy and Stacey behind him. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers before sitting down and taking off his shoes and socks before pulling his trousers off completely.

He stood up and turned round and even though he was wearing a pair of white underpants, both girls eyes automatically looked down at the bulge inside them. Judy also noticed the flat stomach and strong thighs and thought that he looked a fine figure of man as he stood in front of them with his hands on his hips. The girls still had on their bras which were nicely filled and were both wearing shorts but were bare footed.

'It's up to you but your shorts will take some time to dry out apart from being a drag in the water,' he said as he turned and began to wade out into the sea. He glanced back over his shoulder as he reached waist high water and saw that they had left their shorts on the beach. He grinned to himself as he took the few strokes to reach the main fuselage of the plane and held onto the jutting framework. He waited until they had swum out and trod water next to him.

'Well the damn thing is upside down so what we can see now is the cargo hold. We'll check this out first for I don't want you to go into the other part underneath.'

'Why?' asked Stacey, pushing her hair from her eyes as she too hung onto the side of the plane.

'Some of the passengers are still going to be in their seats, and I don't think it will be a pretty sight.' He turned then and getting a hold on what would have been the top part of the hold and heaved himself up onto his knees to find that the water level was only half way up his calves.

'Here,' he said to Judy, holding out his hand which she grasped and with one quick heave, pulled her up out of the water to find her footing. She noted the strength of him to be able to lift her up like that and noticed that he eyed her body at the same time. She suddenly remembered that her bra and panties were of nylon and that the material became almost opaque when wet. She was a liberated female and quite proud of her body so made no attempt to cover what could now be seen so clearly. 

His eye had only lingered on her for a second or two but he had observed what he would liked to have seen in private. He turned and gave his hand to Stacey and pulled her up with the same ease and like Judy, all she had was clearly visible beneath the wet wisps she was wearing.

He turned abruptly for his thoughts were ranging far ahead of what they had to do for his body had started to respond to what he had just seen. He led the way forward into the dim interior to where there was just a mass of jammed wooden cases making any further passage forward impossible. There were many of them split open and the floor, or what had been the ceiling, was littered with cans, their labels slowly peeling off. He picked one up and read what were the contents.

'I hope everyone likes tuna,' he laughed as he tossed the can in the air to catch it as it fell. 'Though if we get through this lot, we'll never eat the stuff again.' He picked up one undamaged case and walked back to the opening and threw it into the sea to see if it floated. It did, but only just. There was just about an inch or two of the top of the wooden box above the surface.

'Okay, it floats. Now throw out as many as you can while I go down below to see what's down there,' he said, and jumped into the water to come to the surface and take in a lungful of air before pushing himself down and under and into the submerged section of the plane.

It was eerie to swim among the debris and see the drowned people still in their seats, hanging upside down, held there by their seat belts, eyes open in death and with shock on their faces. Small fish were already swimming about in little schools, darting away from their feeding as he approached them. There were only three rows still attached to what had been the floor, the rest, like the cargo hold, jammed pack tight against the forward part of the plane. An arm sticking out from between the mashed seats, moving slightly in the eddy he was causing as though beckoning him to join them.

There was no way he was going to get any further forward to where the galley was and so he swam back out for some fresh air. He could see floating boxes as he came out and nearly got brained as one landed next him as he broke the surface.

'Sorry,' came the voice of Stacey as he shook his head to clear the water from his eyes. He grinned up at her, liking to see the nipples standing out quite clearly through her still wet bra. 'Find any cigarettes?'

'No but if I do, you can have them, though I doubt if you'll be able to smoke them,' he said as he laughed.

'Look out below,' Judy called as she heaved another box into the water, it landing with a big splash. She started to turn but stopped and looked to the shore. 'I think Tiki wants a word,' she called down to him. He glanced towards the shore and saw the arm waving with a come on motion.

'Okay. Keep throwing them out. I'll push a couple ashore and see what she wants.' He turned and began jostling the barely floating boxes towards the shore and when he was able to stand, pushed two up to the water's edge. 'Get someone to start pulling these out of the water can you. Well, what did you want?' 

He stood there, ankle deep in water, hands on hips and got the same kind of body appraisal that he'd previously got from Judy.

'Er,' she stammered, lifting her eyes up from where she had been looking. 'I...I'm not a good swimmer, but if you can help me up into that after part. I might be able to find some things we might need in there. It's like a spare cupboard if you know what I mean.' He looked at her slender light brown upper body, guessing that she had Maori blood in her somewhere, seeing her still wearing the tight pale blue skirt.

'Are you wearing panties?' he asked, keeping the smile off his face as he asked the question.

'Er, er, yes, why?'

'Well you won't be able to swim in that skirt. Get it off and we'll manage,' he said, now letting loose his smile.

At least it was not a lascivious grin that she quite often got in her job and quite liked the way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled. She half turned towards the others up on the beach, 'Come and get these boxes someone,' she called out as she undid the clips at the side of her waist and let the skirt fall to the sand. Even her panties must have been issued by the airline he thought, for they were of the same light blue colour as the rest of her uniform.

She smiled at him as she saw his eyes quickly rove over her body and took his proffered hand and walked out into the water with him. She waded out as far as she could before letting go and began to swim using the dog paddle method.

'Don't swim with your mouth open,' he said looking at her as he gently propelled himself backwards towards the rear end of the plane. Almost laughing at the way she tried to swim with her mouth closed, her cheeks bulging with the air she was holding in, but they made it, and she hung to the edge, gasping with the exertion. He inspected both sides of the fuselage and decided on the side she was hanging onto.

The deck was about a foot higher than his head and so he found himself a flat piece to put his foot on without cutting himself before talking to her.

'Now I want you to climb up me and onto the floor of the cabin. I'll hang on here to support you. Now, don't be alarmed when my hand comes up under your bum, for it's the only way to get you up there.' He smiled as he said this. 'Though under different circumstances, well....' Leaving the rest unsaid, she smiled at him, thinking of those unspoken words. She pulled herself round his body and reaching up one hand, with his help, got a hold of the floor and lifting her leg, found his bent knee. She felt her toes touch what she'd seen hidden inside his pants and smiled as she lifted herself up and felt his hand come up under her bum, his fingers almost touching what she wanted him to touch. He then strained his arm from that awkward angle and heaved her up so that her top half went over the edge and was then able to pull herself up clear. She turned round on her knees to reach out her arm but he told that he was okay and quickly pulled himself up and onto the floor of the rear cabin floor.

Though he didn't need it, she put her hand under his arm and helped him to stand which was an awkward position because the aisles of an aircraft are not that wide. 

'Oh Christ!' she screamed and clung to him like a limpet at having just noticed the three bodies still strapped in their seats, their faces dead white from the blood that had drained out from the severed stumps of their legs. She was shaking violently and began to cry as he pushed her backwards towards the rear.

He tried to get her to sit down on what had been her seat but she still clung on, pressing her wet body up tight to him, almost sick with the horror that she had just seen, but needing his strong arms about her still shaking body. He kept making soothing noises into her ear until she stopped crying, her head still laying into the join between his neck and shoulder. He tried hard but couldn't stop his body from reacting to the one that was still pressing itself hard up against him. Her face then left his neck and she began to kiss his lips, rubbing her crotch against his tumescence. They clung to each other for several minutes as they kissed before she moved slightly and got her hand down between their bodies and put it inside his underpants and pulled his hardness out and began to give it a rub.

Suddenly letting go of it, she lifted her left leg high and pulling aside the gusset of her panties, lifted herself even higher and pulled his erection down to the entrance of her sex and then, hanging onto his neck, lifted the other leg up and put both legs round his waist as she sank down on him.

He gave out a gasp as he slid up inside her, now having her weight held up by the bulkhead she had her back to and her arms round his neck as he found that he was fully up inside her as she locked the ankles of her long legs at the back of his waist.

'Oh Christ! I've wanted this ever since I saw you get on the plane,' she gasped, wriggling slightly, feeling and loving his hardness where it was. Nature took over above reason and he placed his hands flat on the wall and bounced her up and down on him as they fucked. He felt her thighs tighten as she reached an orgasm and instead of screaming out as she writhed on him, bit into his neck instead. He came too, shuddering as he did so, his legs trembling at his own release but also from supporting the now dead weight of her body as she began to slump.

'Oh God I loved that,' she cried as her limp legs came down from around his waist and stood on her toes for he was nearly splitting her because he was still up inside. She held his face and covered it in kisses as he began to bend his knees to let her stand on the floor properly. He was still throbbing when he pulled out and she quickly went down onto her knees and sucked on his hard and hot organ. 

He was still panting hard from the exertion and could only place his hands on her head as it moved as she sucked him. She eventually stood up and put him back into his pants and kissed him again.

'If there's a next time,' he said when he had the breath back, 'let's do it lying down, it's less exhausting.'

'Oh yes please!' she said breathlessly, still kissing his face.

'Have you forgotten why we came up here?' he asked when he got the chance.

'No. I got what I came for. What else is there?' she asked, her eyes really shining, flecks of light being reflected from the sunlight outside.

'The extra cupboard at the back here?' he asked mildly.

'Oh Robert! Or can I call you Bob? Trust you to think of mundane things at a time like this,' she pouted.

'Well we've got to come up with something,' he smiled.

'It did come up and I got it!' and laughed at her own joke but reluctantly let go of him and turned and opened the door to the small space that was sometimes used for excess items that some passengers brought on as hand luggage.

The room, if it could be called that, wasn't big enough for the two of them to get inside so he stood outside and waited for her to pass out what she could find.

'A medical chest! I forgot that was kept here, we might need that,' she exclaimed, passing it out. 'Cigarettes. Ten cartons.' These came out, Carlton knowing who would be grateful for these. 'A case of vodka.'

'Only two bottles,' he said. 'We can only carry so much the first trip. Leave the rest till later. Any food in there, that's more important?'

'No, it doesn't look like it. Souvenirs and such like, otherwise zilch.'

'Sunglasses, flight bag?'

'Oh yes. How many pairs?'

'Well how many people are there do you think on the island?'

'Okay, okay, twelve pair of glasses,' she said, passing them out, 'and one flight bag. That's about it,' she said as she backed out. He couldn't help but admire the backside view he was being given as she came out.

So with these items stowed in the bag, they went to go out when she suddenly stopped.

'Can't you do something about, about, them up front,' she said in a whisper as if they could hear her.

He went on to the open end and saw that some of the others had started to help by carrying cases of tuna up beyond the waterline. He noted that King and his henchmen were staying in the shade of the trees.




The Ridge



'I'm going to get them into the water and then jump in and move them out of sight. When I've done so I'll give you a shout. Drop me the bag and then jump in yourself, okay?'

'Yes Bob,' she said meekly, not moving from where she was standing. He then turned to the gruesome task of getting the seat buckles unclipped, trying not to look at the truncated corpses sitting there. With all three undone, it was just a matter of giving the upper parts a push for them to fall into the sea. He didn't want to jump in amongst these three floating bodies but he had no choice and so he did.

He quickly dragged them one by one round to the seaward side, out of sight for them to be collected later for burial.

'It's okay now Tiki,' he called out and she slowly came into view, casting a wary glance at the seats that the bodies had once occupied. She was carrying the flight bag which she carefully dropped into his waiting hands, his head briefly going below the surface as he did so, but kept the bag up and clear.

'Now you jump,' he said, which she did, landing with a big splash and a flurry of arms and quickly surfaced and clung to him, her arms round his neck. Even with her weight, he was able to keep the bag up as he kicked himself towards the shore and was glad when he was able to stand up and tell her to let go.

At a glance he saw that there were at least fifty cases of tuna up on the beach.

'Okay Judy, Stacey!' he called out. 'That's enough. Come ashore yourselves now,' he shouted out. Even though he'd just had Tiki, he still felt a stirring in his loins as he watched the two young women, whose ages he put at about twenty two or three, jump into the water and swim that little bit before wading ashore. He thought as they waded ashore that they looked even better than the woman in that James Bond film.

They were quick to pick up their shorts and put them on though he'd forgotten about his trousers and things as he carried the flight bag up the beach.

'Carol and I went and looked at that ridge that runs down the beach,' James Smith said. 'It's bloody solid rock and the wheels of the plane are still on the other side. That's what caused us to crash like we did. Come and see.' So leaving the flight bag with Tiki, telling her not to open it, went with James and Carol, followed by Judy, to see this ridge that had possibly saved their lives.

It was solid alright, but it was actually solidified lava that had come out of some long extinct volcano as a river of molten rock, flowing to the sea. It was nearly five foot high by about two wide and came from out of the trees cutting the beach into two halves, though the side they were on, the east side, was about two thirds of the beaches total length. It had run almost due south and had come out from the trees that had since grown up round it. The beach itself, he surmised had once been a carpet of volcanic ash that had slowly been eroded and washed away leaving this ridge dividing the beach. He decided that in a few days time he would back track the ridge to see where it went.

The ridge itself wasn't smooth but very rough and it was easy to climb up onto and see the other side, and as James had said, there was the mangled twisted metal that once had been the undercarriage of their plane. He walked along the top to where it was and found that it had embedded itself into this ridge and there was no way that they were going to be able to salvage any of it.

He jumped down and went back to the others to find that King and Co, had already opened some cans and were gorging themselves on the contents. So someone had a penknife set that had a tin opener amongst the many blades.

Pearl, the negress, handed Robert an open tin of tuna.

'No forks, jus' fingers man,' she laughed showing teeth that lived up to her name by being pearly white in her dark skinned face. He accepted the tin with a smile and did as the others and ate the contents with his fingers.

'We found these too,' Toni said, passing across a can of Coke. 'We collected about forty of them floating near the water's edge.'

'Thank you Toni,' he said, popping the can and taking one long drink that half emptied the can. He gave out a burp and laughed and then went over to the flight bag.

'I've got something for you too,' he said, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and tossing them over to her. She caught them and squealed with delight and jumped up and ran over and threw her arms round his neck and kissed him.

'You darling man!' she cried. 'I'll even carry your babies for this.'

'That you might do,' he murmured, 'if we stay here too long.'

'Anybody got a light?' she cried as she ripped the carton apart and opened up a packet and pulling one cigarette out. There was a lot of shaking heads. 'No matches, no lighter!' and she burst into tears as she crushed the cigarette in her hand.

Robert was glad that he'd only given her the one carton for he thought that she might have gone ape shit if she knew they had ten cartons and not one match.

'Toni!' King called out. 'Come over here a minute,' and patted the ground next to where he sat. She stifled her tears and got up and went and sat down beside him. He put his arm round her shoulder and pulled her towards him as he bent his head and whispered in her ear. Her eyes came alight and she nodded her head and got up. So did he and led her off into the trees.

'I've got what you want,' he had whispered, showing her his lighter, 'and you've got what I want. So how about us getting together to both get what we want?'

He didn't go far into the trees and stopped at a convenient spot and pulled her round and took her into his arms and kissed her. She could feel his erection inside his trousers and moved her front across his to let him know that she knew he was up and ready.

'Okay King,' she said, breaking off the kiss. 'Light me up first.'

'Oh no sweet pea. Suck and fuck first before you can light up,' he said as he put his hands onto her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees in front of him. 'A little suck first,' and he pulled his erect penis out of his trousers and pushed the head up against her lips. She didn't really want to suck on him but her craving for a cigarette was too much, and so she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. 

It wasn't the first cock she'd sucked on so it wasn't too bad she thought, using her tongue and giving the head a gently scrape with her teeth as she sucked.

'That's enough,' he said, pulling himself out and pushing her onto the ground. 'Get those panties down and let's fuck.'

She wiggled her backside as she pulled them down and off from her feet and he got down between her open legs and was quickly pushing himself up inside her.

'Just what I need to relieve the tension from the crash,' he said as he moved himself in and out of her vagina. 'Don't you get any pleasure from having a man fuck you?'

'Yes,' she replied through gritted teeth, wishing it had been any other of the men but this cretin on top and fucking her, but it wasn't long of having his body on top hers, thrusting away for he soon came inside her.

'Now you can say you've had a real man fuck you,' he panted as he let his full weight down onto her. She suffered this for a minute or two before trying to push him off.

'What about that light then?' she gasped, her craving now really bad for the taste of nicotine.

'Okay,' he said, lifting himself up off of her, much to her relief and felt his cock slide out and watched him put it away as she got her panties back on and pulled a cigarette out of the packet she was still holding. She put it to her lips as he brought out his lighter and flicked the wheel to make the wick ignite. The flame gave off a red colour and he gave out a chuckle.

'Now put your brown end to my red end and suck in slowly,' and laughed at his joke as she bent her head and got the end of her cigarette alight and took in one enormous amount of the smoke that she had been dying for. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few minutes before letting the smoke slowly curl out from her mouth and nose, giving out a great sigh as she did so.

 *

They came back about ten minutes later, him with a big smile on his face and her puffing on a cigarette. The others were not that stupid to understand what it had cost her for that light. She tossed her hair back with a defiant look on her face as she sat back down and smoked her cigarette.

 * 

It was not yet midday but the sky very quickly began to get dark as clouds suddenly seemed to have raced up to cover the sun and the wind started to pick up.

'I think it's going to rain again,' said Pearl.

'Well done for that weather forecast!' King cried, 'Give Miss Black or White, though I never could tell the difference, they all look the same to me, a coconut!'

Liam coughed as he laughed for he too was smoking a cigarette. Robin made to get up but was held back once again by Judy and also by Tiki who was sitting the other side of him. She knew about racial slurs only too well herself and of the trouble it could cause.

'Leave it be,' she said in a fierce low voice, 'he's not worth it. Now Pearl is right, it's going to rain so let's think about making some kind of shelter.'

There wasn't anything tangible that anybody could put their finger on but it was at this point that the twelve survivors split into two groups.

Everybody having eaten at least one tin of tuna and drunk a can of coke, set about finding the broadest leaves they could for cover. It wasn't really an unconscious grouping for some had a motive. Robert, it appeared, was the focal point for one group while King of the other. Robert had Tiki bring her leaves to where he had been sitting. She'd had him once and was hungry for him again. Judy and Stacey, after their swim and seeing him in his pants, wanted him too. Pearl came because she didn't like King full stop for obvious reasons. The surprise to Robert was that James Smith elected to share their shelter and not with his fellow countrymen. The rest went to King.

When it was judged that they had enough leaves, they set about finding saplings or any type of small trees or branches that could be used. Also tree creepers to be used to tie the bits together to make some form of rude shelter. One long slender branch had been found and Carlton and Smith stayed to begin erecting their shelter. They carried it to where there were two trees close enough together for the branch to reach both and as Smith held it up, Carlton lashed an end round the trunk of one and went over and lashed the other end having it about four feet from the ground.

It was only rudely tied but when Smith was able to let go for it to stay in place, they made the lashings more secure. They went and found two more such branches to used as side supports and lashed them to each end of the cross pole close to the tree trunk and let them slope down to the earth. As saplings and other branches were brought in by the girls, these were crisscrossed over the basic frame using up all the creepers and having to find more.

As it began to rain, the girls stopped foraging to collect their blouses and things that had dried and Tiki took them and put them in the flight bag, before they carried on. It would be better to have something dry to put on afterwards it was reasoned. 

To the sloping lattice work, leaves were now placed over it, some weaved in and out to keep them in place. They had started from the bottom and worked their way to the top, the flight bag being put under the first bit of shelter. Carlton stopped the girls from collecting any more leaves when he saw that they had enough and set them to helping get them on to the almost finished shelter.

The light rain was now getting heavier as they finished and with a look of satisfaction on all their faces, moved in underneath. Though it was only four foot high at the front and twelve across the front, it sloped down for another twelve feet giving them enough room to be comfortable. Even though the sides were open, bushes on the windward side stopped the rain from coming in that way.

With them out of the rain, they could see that the other group and copied Carlton's idea but were still trying to get the leaves up onto the roof as the rain became heavier.

'I'll go and give them a hand,' Smith said and went over to help.

'Damn!' Carlton exclaimed. 'I left my things out on the beach.'

'No you didn't,' Tiki said. 'I picked them up. They're in the flight bag.' He crawled to the back and dragged the bag forward and delving in, pulled out his shirt.

'Here,' he said it to Tiki. 'Dry yourself and pass it round.'

'What about yourself?' she asked.

'Well someone's got to go out and get some tins of food and Coke, it might as well be me,' he said. He went out and brought back a case of tuna and a dozen cans of drink. 'We'd better save a can each for the morning. Then we'll see if we can find any more and more importantly, find water.' Smith came back into the shelter, hair sopping wet and Stacey passed across Carlton's shirt for him to get the worst off.

'Thanks,' he said and as he rubbed his head, 'I see you've brought some food, good. Here you'll need this to open the tins,' and he produced a knife very similar to the Swiss army type.

'Where did you get this from?' Judy asked, taking it off him to open the tin opener blade.

'Stole it,' he grinned. 'I noticed earlier that they had two knives over there so I have relieved them of one for us to use.' Judy was opening cans of tuna and Pearl passed them round with a can of Coke each.

'I could get to like tuna,' Judy said as they were all eating from their cans with their fingers, 'but,' eyeing the cases piled up in the middle of the clearing, 'I think I will come to hate the stuff.' The others laughed.

'At least we're better off than those poor people still out there,' Stacey said.

'Oh shit!' Carlton exclaimed. 'I've got three bodies floating out there that have to be buried.'

'Well I'll give you a hand,' Smith said, 'but I think it would be best to leave it till the morning now. This rain is turning into a storm.' 

Which indeed it was for it had now turned very dark and the rain was getting heavier and through it they could only just see one portion of the wrecked plane.

'The search planes are definitely not going to find us in this,' Tiki declared. 'We should have arrived in Brisbane, what, fourteen hours ago? We're well overdue, so they would have been sent out first thing this morning.'

'Did the pilot send off a distress signal?' Pearl asked, her teeth shining very clear in the dim light.

'I hope so,' Tiki replied.

'The storm might have driven us off course,' Smith put in.

'True, in which case it might take them days to find us,' Tiki said gloomily.

'Or not at all,' said Carlton in a low voice. 'Which is a possibility that we must take into consideration. So I think our first priority is to look for water. Then food, fruit, nuts, that kind of thing. I don't know if there are any animals here, but if there are, we'll have to start setting traps.'

'I'd like to find a sewing kit,' Judy said. 'I snapped my bra strap and tore my shorts out there. They all looked at her but she had already put her blouse on as had the other girls. Though Pearl was wearing a T shirt that she must have bought at a garage sale for it had an old sixties logo on the front. Make Love Not War. 

'You'll probably end up dressed like me,' Carlton said with a laugh, for he was still only wearing underpants.

'Topless?' Stacey cried out.

'It might come to that,' he laughed, 'if we don't find a clothing store.'

'You could always try the overhead lockers in the cabin,' Tiki suggested. 'Passengers carry some weird things on board some-times.'

'Good idea,' Carlton said. 'We'll do that tomorrow too.'

Then came a blinding flash of lightning that lit the whole place up followed instantaneously by a massive clap of thunder that made their ears sing. Pearl had screamed and clapped her hands to the side of her head.

'Christ! That was fucking close,' Smith said in awe of the intensity of the light and the power that had just been unleashed from the sky.

'I think it hit the plane,' Carlton said. 'It's the only metal round here and it's certainly wet enough to attract the bolt.'

Now the deluge really began and they found that they had to start using what leaves they had left which was to have been their beds, to patch up the roof from the inside.

It was also black as night though it was only late afternoon and they could hardly make themselves heard from the constant drumming of the rain.

'I think we should all try and get some sleep while were relatively dry,' Carlton suggested.

'Sleep? With all this noise?' Stacey asked.

'Well if you're as tired as I am,' Carlton answered her, 'you'll be surprised what you can sleep through.' He gave out a yawn and laid himself back where he was sitting. 

'Good idea,' Judy said who was sitting next to him and lay back herself. Tiki quickly got herself on the other side of him, hustling Stacey to move. Smith then found himself with Stacey on one side and Pearl on the other. What with Carlton stretching his legs out and then Tiki doing the same, didn't give the others room, so they all settled down in that order, heads to the open end and feet touching the lower part of the roof.

They couldn't see what the other group were doing and assumed they too had settled down for it was getting quite impossible to speak and be heard with the drumming rain. Smith had Pearl clutch him every time there came a clap of thunder and he found it easier to hold her in his arms and smell her distinctive body odour which wasn't bad, musky and slightly sensuous. Stacey had curled her body up to him too for them both to share their body warmth.

Judy had rolled on her side to Carlton and she must have undone the front of her blouse for he felt her bare breast against his arm.

'You had Tiki in the plane this morning, didn't you?' she whispered into his ear.

'What makes you say that?' he asked, turning his head to face her, though he could only really see the vague outlines in the dark.

'You were in there a long time and only came out with one bag, well two if you count her. Besides, she bit you on the neck. You didn't have teeth marks when you went into the sea but had them when you came out. I'm a nurse as well as a woman and I know that she bit you to stop herself from screaming out whilst having an orgasm.' Her right arm had come up and was stroking his almost hairless chest. 

'You don't deny it then?' she continued as he hadn't said anything.

'What can I say? You are a nurse and a woman so you should know what you are talking about,' he replied in a low voice. He could have spoken in a normal tone for the noise of the rain would have drowned it out to anyone not as close as his face was to Judy's.

'You beast,' she said, thumping him lightly on the chest. 'Why couldn't you have waited? I saw your eyes looking at me on the beach and I knew that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. Can you feel this?' she asked as she moved her upper body so that her breast moved on his arm and he could feel the hard nipple moving against it.

'Yes, and it feels nice,' he said.

'You do want me, don't you?'

'Yes,' he said hoarsely, 'but we can't here. Not now.'

'I want you too, but at least I can do something to help you,' she said. 

Her hand moved slowly down over his underpants and felt the erection he had gotten since he first felt her bare breast touch his arm. She moved her hand slowly over it, making him give out a low groan at this teasing and began breathing heavily as her fingers slid under the top and found what they had been seeking.

She then grasped him in her hand and pulled him out of his pants, easing his balls out too. After gently feeling the weight of them, put her hand back round his throbbing shaft and began to slowly move her hand up and down on it. He felt as strong as he looked she thought, as she moved the soft silky skin over the solid muscle beneath. She could feel the foreskin tighten at the head at every downward movement of her hand, wishing that she could see it.




The Riding Academy



Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living.

He kind of liked living in the big city and the variety of women it offered. He had trouble envisioning running a computer consulting business, an hour and a half away from Philadelphia, or trying to find suitable dates and excitement here in the country. The decision to put the farm up for sale was an easy one.

Bobby's parents had died several years ago in an auto accident and he was the only survivor when Grandma died recently from a stroke. She was a robust seventy-nine and had outlived Grandpa by about fifteen years. 

A tear came to his eye thinking about her, and how she had lovingly cared for Gramps during his long illness when Bobby was a teenager. His grandfather always liked to kid about "robbing the cradle", whenever the subject of their age difference came up at family gatherings. 

Gramp's first wife had died many years ago, before Bobby was born, and he had remarried a much younger and very beautiful woman. In truth they had both adored each other and Grandma was a wonderful grandmother to Bobby. 

He would miss the old farm and the sentiments attached to it, but it just didn't fit in with his current lifestyle. Besides, he could really use the additional capital to get his consulting business to the next level. 

As Bobby stood on the vast front porch of the stone farmhouse, a silver BMW pulled into his driveway. Bobby had received a call earlier from his cousin about a young lady that was interested in seeing the farm.

Since he planned on being there to take inventory anyway, he told Jimmy to send her over for a quick tour. Bobby watched as the Beemer came to a stop and the door opened. 

His eyes grew wide when two of the longest legs he'd ever seen came out of the driver's door followed by a five-foot nine raven-haired young woman. She was wearing a yellow sundress that accented the thick, black hair framing her face. Removing her stylish sunglasses, she smiled and waved to Bobby. 

Bobby started to descend the porch steps and meet the shapely brunette coming to meet him.

"Hi, you must be Mister Garfield," she said as she extended her hand. "Jimmy said you wouldn't mind showing me around, my name's Teresa."

("not mind showing her around") Bobby thought was the understatement of the year.

"Please, call me Bobby. No, I don't mind at all." Bobby replied as he shook her firm hand.

His eyes lingered a moment on the front of her sundress, which seemed to be straining the cloth covering her ample bosom. Teresa smiled to herself and looked up at the porch of the farmhouse. 

"Oh I love these old porches, just to sit out here with a cool drink on a hot summer day," she said cheerfully. She ascended the steps and Bobby followed and watched her well-muscled calves as she quickly walked up the three steps. "Do you mind if I go inside?' she inquired.

"Not at all. Just go wherever you like and I'll try to answer any questions you have." Bobby offered. 

Over the next twenty minutes, Teresa was thrilled with the quality and upkeep that his grandparents had bestowed on the hundred year-old farmhouse. They had a modern kitchen and bath installed, and several of bedrooms and living area had all been beautifully re-done.

During the tour, she told Bobby that she had recently inherited a substantial sum of money. Since her childhood she had been an avid rider, and she wanted to use the money to open a mini-riding academy. The two hundred-acre farm with the barn and stables attached would be the perfect location. 

She had already given notice to the law firm that she was quitting her job as a legal secretary. She had her fill of those old shysters and all their sexual innuendo. With her Aunt Sandy's inheritance, she could do something that she loved. Teach kids how to ride and care for a horse.

"Now, I've got to see your barn and the stables," Teresa announced dramatically. 

Bobby smiled at her contagious enthusiasm and showed her the way. Teresa took notice of the muscular physique that Bobby possessed and didn't know how that came from being a computer nerd. 

His blonde hair just touched the collar at the back of his sport shirt. She also smiled to herself as she watched his cute butt as he moved gracefully towards the barn. She thought he must have been a dancer at one time, or maybe an expert in the martial arts. 

As Bobby stopped at the door to the barn, she got her answer. Looking at the muscular forearm as he reached for the door, she got a good look at the small scars and calluses on the knuckles of his right hand. She had previously dated a Karate instructor and knew the telltale signs of the art, as well as a city cop knows the track marks of a junkie.

"Bobby, do you mind if I ask you if you study Karate?" she asked him. 

"As a matter of fact, I still teach it two nights a week. Our style is called shotokan, originally from Okinawa. Also used to compete years ago, but my business has me traveling too much for that anymore." Bobby informed her. 

Teresa just smiled at herself for solving that little puzzle. 

After looking around the main barn, Bobby took her to the lower level where the stables were kept. Teresa was practically bubbling with her ideas for converting the place into a riding academy.

As she inspected all the stalls for the horses she saw another wooden door located in the corner of the stable area.

"Where does that door lead to?" Teresa asked. 

"Well, that was Gramp's tack room and uhh-- his little workshop." Bobby replied with some hesitation.

The tone in his voice only piqued Teresa's interest even more. Bounding over to the corner. she tried the handle and door opened. Stepping inside, she was delighted as her senses were bathed by the natural sunlight streaming in from several small windows at eye level.

The sweet swell of leather and old wood wafted through the room causing her to wrinkle her nose at the pleasant aroma. Bobby's grandfather had used this area to repair saddles, old harnesses, leather belts, and the like. 

Teresa gazed at an assortment of other things she didn't recognize hanging on a large neat pegboard. There was also a some heavy overhead beams crossing the room at a fairly low height.

Teresa walked around the room in awe and while looking at the beams, she stubbed the toe of her shoe on a metal ring fastened to the floor. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" Bobby quickly inquired. 

"Oh no, just not watching where I'm going. What on earth did your Grandfather do with these rings?" Teresa asked, as she noticed that another ring sat four feet from the first one.

Bobby was a little slow in answering, "Well , Uh, Gramps said he used his workshop to keep both of his wives in line." Bobby made the statement and left it hang there for a few seconds.

"You see, my grandparents lived kind of a different lifestyle than most people. In their relationship, Gramps was a dominant husband and both his wives were submissive. And he lovingly disciplined them for any infractions to his rules." 

Teresa's eyes grew wide as saucers at Bobby's explanation. She had experimented with some light spanking with one of her former boyfriends, but he didn't share her enthusiasm and balked when she asked for harsher treatment.

Within seconds Teresa's eyes returned to all the strange looking objects hanging on the pegboard. Bobby watched her intently as she walked over to the board and picked out some of the leather cuffs hanging on display.

"Would you show me how they used these?" she stammered with her breathing quickening slightly. 

"Are you sure you want to see how they used them?" he asked as his own heartbeat quickened.

The beautiful brunette stood before him with her arms extended and made only a slight nod as her eyes were locked onto Bobby. Bobby slowly felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a half smile as took the restraints from her.

Teresa held out her hands towards Bobby with a determined look on her face. Bobby smiled to himself as he picked up four supple leather cuffs. 

He had shared his grandparents and parents love of the dominant/submissive relationships between a man and a woman. Walking towards the raven-haired beauty, he remembered how his father had shown him the dominant's roles and responsibilities in a loving relationship. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

(At fourteen he had been embarrassed initially to see his loving mother receive punishment for breaking one of Dad's rules. She spoke very openly to her teenage son to explain the deep love and admiration that she had for her husband, and that this training he was receiving was important to his future happiness.

She knew that the Garfield men for several generations on record had lived in this lifestyle, and all had very happy marriages. Before her punishment, she told Bobby not to be embarrassed by seeing her body without clothes. It was the way she had to be disciplined.

Bobby's parents had tried to cultivate openness about sexuality and the human body in their son almost from birth. He had seen Mom numerous times growing up totally nude. There was never anything remotely sexual about it, but rather just a part of everyday life in the Garfield household. 

That day many years back, Dad had walked into the basement where both Bobby and Mom waited for him. Dad motioned for Bobby to sit on the stool by his workbench and watch quietly. With just a look from his Dad, Mom started to unbutton her blouse. 

She never hesitated and quickly removed her blouse and bra. Bobby felt a slight twinge when Mom unashamedly bared her large breasts and then slipped her jeans down over her hips. Bobby knew from all his friends' comments that Mom was indeed a great looking woman. He never thought too much about it. Since he lusted after several of his buddies' mom's along with most of their sisters, fair was fair.

When his mother started to slip her panties down her firm legs, Bobby couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful mother. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and soft freckles on her nose and cheeks. 

As Bobby's Dad approached her she lowered her gaze and stood erect with her hands at her sides. His Dad slipped a simple rope loop around both her wrists and pulled her hands overhead by means of a rafter hook. Kneeling down, he placed a simple spreader bar between her ankles. The bar was cut out to fit Mom's ankles and secured them with a leather strap.

Bobby's throat had become a desert, watching his Mom submit to his Dad without complaint. Allowing his gaze to move over his mother, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lush blonde curls at the top of her spread legs. 

Dad lifted her head and told her the rule she had broken. Her punishment for the infraction would only be forty lashes, if she received them without crying out. When Dad selected a leather flogger from his workbench, Bobby started to squirm from the discomfort he was feeling in his now too-tight jeans.

Looking at mom, she was now breathing erratically causing her large titties to rise and fall with each ragged breath. With little warning Dad brought the multi tipped flogger down across her shapely ass. Mom's arms and legs tensed from the blow, but she didn't cry out.

Dad started to rake her whole back, legs and ass cheeks with several rapid-fire blows. His mom's eyes were closed as she breathed instinctively before each blow landed. After striping her ass with twenty blows, Dad stopped and told Bobby to come closer.

Bobby walked over to his nude mother with a throbbing hard-on and couldn't make eye contact with her. She smiled at his condition and reassured him that he was a normal Garfield man. Bobby was shocked when his Dad handed a smaller flogger than the one he had used, and told him that the last twenty strokes would come from him. 

Bobby didn't want to whip his Mom, but he didn't want to disobey Dad either. Mom again reassured him, that this was important to his training. And he should do as Dad instructed, or she would get another twenty on top of the promised forty she deserved. 

When Bobby's Dad moved him around to mom's front, he felt the sweat running down his hands onto the leather handle of the flogger. Dad then ordered Mom to arch her back making her soft belly and tits a better target. 

With much trepidation, Bobby tentatively lashed the fine tipped leather strands across Mom's belly. She flinched slightly and arched her back again. When Dad told him to pick up the intensity, he swung harder and left the whip ends strike Mom's large breasts. She almost cried out when the thirty little strands bit into her soft nipples and full breasts.

Bobby continued to move the little flogger up and down his mom's front on every stroke. After landing five straight blows on her beautiful blonde pussy, Mom gasped and seemed to be having some type of convulsion. Dad told him to give her five more quick blows to her cunt and his Mom had another bigger convulsion than before.

Bobby handed the flogger back to his Dad and helped to hold Mom upright as Dad undid her binds. Bobby and Dad both helped to hold her and Dad dried her tears.

Bobby wasn't sure if had really hurt her, but after a minute of holding his mother in his arms, she regained some composure and kissed her son and told him that she loved him.) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

As he proceeded to attach the leather cuffs to Teresa's wrists, he noticed that goose bumps had risen up on the downy hair of her arms. While attaching the cuffs, the silky touch of her skin was causing an erection to form in his tight jeans. 

Teresa could feel her own heart beat in her eardrums as this muscular man was attaching her wrists into the cuffs. When he pulled them tight, he then retrieved a length of rope from a cabinet and looped the rope through small metal rings on the backside of her cuffs.

Throwing the rope over the beam, he pulled both arms skyward and stretched her almost to her tiptoes. Tying the end of the rope to a post, Bobby walked over the Teresa to inspect his captive.

"What about my ankles?" Teresa asked with her eyes wide open. 

Bobby smiled a little broader and walked back to pegboard. The cuffs he selected were a little wider than the ones on her wrists. Returning to her, he knelt in back of her and slipped off the shoes she was wearing. 

Being a warm spring day, Teresa had not worn any stockings, and her calves absolutely tingled as his hands touched them lightly as he wrapped the leather around her ankles. Another length of rope was looped through the right ankle cuff and then to the iron ring in the floor.

By looping the rope across to the other heavy ring, he continued attaching the left ankle and the rope was brought back to the left side iron ring. 

With her arms suspended above her head, Teresa closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing as she felt Bobby pull the lower rope tighter which spread her legs almost two feet part apart. She felt the skin on her abdomen, thighs, and breasts tightening from the stretched position she was now in. 

"Is this what you had in mind?" Bobby whispered into her ear.

Teresa could only nod her head. Her throat and mouth were too dry to talk. However it seemed as if all of her moisture was currently soaking the cotton panties she had on under her thin summer dress. 

She looked back at the handsome man as his fingers unzipped the back to her dress. Her bound arms and legs prevented it from being removed any further. 

Bobby slowly slid his hands down the trembling woman's ribs and rested them on the swell of her hips. He heard her gasp when he slowly lowered the top of panties down over her hips.

He softly cupped her bare ass cheeks and squeezed them feeling the firm muscles she possessed. Her all-over tan beautifully complimented the long black hair hanging down her back. Moving the hair to one side, he lightly kissed her neck and felt her shiver. 

Teresa watched as Bobby stepped over to the wall and opened a beautiful oak cabinet. She saw him pick up some type of device from within the darkened cabinet. Her breath caught in her throat in mid-exhale when she saw the little flogger he now had in his hand.

Walking up to her, he left the short leather whip hang at his side. Teresa kept her eyes focused on the liquid blue color of Bobby's eyes. She shivered as he approached her.

"My dear, it seems that your beautiful summer dress will have to go," he said smoothly. 

As Teresa was thinking how he might have to untie her to do so, Bobby pulled a lock-knife from his jeans pocket. Before she could protest, he quickly sliced the dress at several locations and the cotton dress crumpled at her feet.

She tensed when the cool blade slid up her tanned belly and slipped under her the center of her bra. With three quick outward cuts, her firm tanned breasts were exposed to his view and soon to his touch. Only her partially lowered panties remained.

Once again the sharp blade found its way under the thin fabric and sliced them away. Teresa watched Bobby as he folded the knife and came up close to her nude bound body. The wetness between her legs was now starting to trickle down her thighs. She longed for the strong, callused hands to touch her. 

Bobby saw the deep yearning now evident in his "captive." He remembered the same look on his mother's face, when Dad had instructed him in the fine art of bondage years ago. He flicked the flogger gently over her left shoulder and left it rest there.

Reaching in back, he retrieved the thick black hair from her back and pulled it over her other shoulder. Laying it carefully down her front, the rich tresses covered her one large breast entirely, Without saying a word he walked around back and slowly pulled the flogger from her shoulder where it lay.

Her shapely ass curved outwardly from her lower back in two large mounds of tan flesh. His hands once again kneaded the round cheeks, and he left his strong fingers dig into the yielding flesh. Teresa moaned softly from the sudden touch of his hands.

The hands left her as quickly as they had appeared. Stepping back quickly, Bobby brought the flogger down sharply across both cheeks. The sudden sting caused her to yelp and pull tightly on her ropes. She tensed for a few seconds more, waiting for another blow.

As she finally relaxed the leather strands once again found their mark with more force. Biting her lip, Teresa was determined not to cry out and breathed deeply as more blows found her legs and back. After several more blows across her firm ass, she felt the heat starting to radiate from her inflamed nerve endings throughout her whole body. 

Bobby smiled to himself at the initial toughness she had displayed so far. Several reddened stripes crisscrossed her back, legs and ass cheeks. Stopping to touch them with his hand, he felt the heat emanating from her skin.

When he wrapped his arm around her stomach, she left her head roll back and the thick black hair spilled onto his other arm. His hand rubbed her taut belly and moved up to her hardened nipples. Rolling her nipple in his fingers, he felt it elongating from his touch. 

When she looked back into his eyes, his mouth clamped onto her open lips and probed deeply with his tongue. She met his hungry lips with resistance and offered her tongue in return. After a dizzying short time, he pulled back and kissed her neck with wet kisses. 

Teresa longed for more of the kisses that had felt as if they devouring her soul along with her body. The next touch from the handsome man were his hands caressing her hot ass cheeks. She almost willed the hands to travel lower, but to no avail.




The Riding Academy



Instead the callused palms struck her right ass cheek with terrific force. The fire spreading through her body was like 10,000 volts of electricity as more blows landed on her than she could count. Again the hands stopped to feel the heat of her skin. His palms felt like hot frying pans on her skin.

Bobby stepped close to her and moved his hands down the crack of her ass. His strong fingers moved between her legs and were greeted by a river of her dew seeping from her shaved cunt. Without hesitating, he slipped his two middle fingers into her spread pussy. The gasp coming from her was louder than any other previously.

Withdrawing his wet fingers, he rubbed her swollen bud and felt that she was very close. Before she could come, he pulled back and applied more of her moisture to his finger tips.

Moving to her he kissed her neck and traced the wet fingers across her lips. She licked and tasted her own wet desire from his fingers. As he continued to plant kisses down her neck, his strong fingers squeezed her breasts and pulled her swollen nipples roughly. She winced at the pleasure-pain racking her bound body. 

Trying to turn to her tormentor, she twisted her head in search of him. Bobby backed away as she started to kiss him. He raked his fingernails down her taut ribs, and she moaned deeply.

When his hands once again stopped on the swell of her hips, he ground his loins against her ass. He quickly unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. His cock was erect and almost as thick as her wrist.

He rubbed the head of his cock down the crack of her ass and felt the dampness leaking down her thighs. Teresa had closed her eyes and was swaying at the feel of the hot, fleshy tool touching her. She involuntarily tried to spread her legs even farther than the rings holding her ankles would allow.

Bobby felt the heat and wetness against his cock and slipped it between her legs. When the thick head touched her entrance, she looked back at him longingly. Without hesitation, he eased his thick cock into her slippery cunt. She gasped and arched her back against him. 

As Bobby started to slowly pull his cock out of her and then jam it back in with more force, Teresa's cunt opened even wider allowing him to penetrate her deeply. It wasn't long before the beautiful woman was moaning and urging him to fuck her harder. Bobby used his powerful thighs and back to drive his cock into her savagely.

In less than a minute, Teresa's body was wracked with several orgasms in quick succession. It was as if she couldn't control the intense pleasure overtaking her body, and she continued to come again and again.

The strong contractions milking his cock caused Bobby to have a dizzying orgasm himself shortly thereafter. As they both continued to stand in their embrace, Bobby's legs felt like jelly and he withdrew himself from her. Teresa missed the thickness inside her, but knew he would be there again soon as he kissed her lovingly and undid her binds. 

As she almost collapsed into his arms, he gently held her and helped her sit down on a nearby chair. Kneeling at her feet, he kissed them both and knew that he would be keeping the farm for his new bride.



The Riding Crop Lesson



This is dedicated to those of you who have left me such awesome feedback. A special thank you to the one who helped me work out the kinks . Ella.



Last night after we made love and you left me, I replayed our conversation in my head. We've known each other for a long time, so I admit that it surprised me to hear you say that sometimes you have a hard time telling me your desires. It seems like you're embarrassed, or ashamed. I don't ever want you to feel that way. You can trust me, you know. But I get it...I trust you unconditionally, but sometimes I'm unsure how to tell you what I want, too. In fact, there is something I really want to do with you, and I'm not sure how you'll react. I have been fantasizing about it for so long, though, that I really want to tell you about it.

This is going to be hard for you to do, I know, and it's probably going to take some practice. You're such a gentleman -- kind, thoughtful, caring, tender. I need you to pack all that away and give it the night off. I want to see what you're like in your most primal, lustful form. 

I want you to possess me. I want to be your whore. I want you to do things to me that will throw you right out of that little comfort zone where you spend all of your time. I want you to use me like a dirty slut. I want you to have complete control. I want you to make me do things to you that defy your imagination, and I want you to have confidence enough to punish me properly if I don't do what you tell me to do, exactly how you want me to do it. I want to see your raw power commanding me to do your bidding. 

But there's one more thing. There is a particular toy I want you to use on me, and although I can't tell you every single detail, I can give you some idea of what I'd like. It's been hidden under my bed for awhile now, and I really would like to you to use it on me. It's a beautiful red and black leather riding crop, and it's just begging to teach me a lesson.

So here's what I want you to do. I want you to come over and play. It will be like a game. But remember, if you're going to play with me, you're going to have be in charge. I mean REALLY be in charge. You have to make me do what you want me to do. MAKE ME. You make the rules. If you say I can't touch you, or that I can't say a word, then I must comply. That's the way it is. You're in control. 

Please understand that even though I write this as an example of what could happen, there's no way for me to know. I have to come to you when you call me, kneel if you tell me to kneel, succumb to any request, no matter how dirty or degrading. When you tell me to take off my clothes, I have to remove them however you tell me to do so: slowly, one button at a time, or quickly, just ripping them off. You make the choice, and I obey. (Except for the black high heels. They stay on. Because I know that's what you like.)

There might be a blindfold, too. Or even a stool. But not the bed. No, not yet. You want me to pose, standing there, on display for you. You might tell me to clasp my hands behind my neck, or behind my back, so I am standing before you, stripped and completely vulnerable. Or you might just tie my hands together. Or maybe you would tie my hands to the top of the four-poster bed frame, but not allow me enough room to sit or kneel. I am at your mercy.

This is where the riding crop comes in. I imagine you stroking my breasts with the tongue of the crop in a slow, up and down motion, then in circles, just lightly enough to make my skin tingle. Then, when you see how I respond to the light touch of the leather, you slap my nipples with the crop tongue. Oh, yes, you slap them, again and again, and alternately stroke them tenderly, until my nipples are rock hard; I cry out, and you tell me to be silent. But you aren't finished with my nipples. While they are still swollen and erect you lick them, and suck them, and bite them, oh, so hard, until I want to scream. (But you told me not to make a sound, so I won't. I moan until you tell me, again, to be quiet and still.) 

You slap my nipples with the crop over and over, sometimes stopping to rub them with your fingers. My hands are tied loosely in front of me, but I am unable to protect myself from your ministrations as you have pushed my arms to my sides and told me to be still. Occasionally you put your fingers in my mouth and wipe the moisture on my nipple, and then blow on it to make it even harder. Then you bring the crop down on it again, making me wince with pain. When you think I've had enough, you back away. You have also chosen the blindfold, so I can't see what you're doing. I can hear the hardware of your belt buckle, so I know you must be getting undressed. I hear your clothing being tossed aside, and guess that you are now naked, as I am naked before you. Time stands still as I try to guess what you are going to do next. I am straining to hear you, but somehow I miss your steps moving behind me.

I hear the air moving for a split second before the crop slams into my ass, hard, and then repeats. I cry out, and then stop myself. Too late. You scold me a third time for making a noise, and this time you make me pay with a hard spanking. You strike the tongue of the crop onto my ass, and then you realize that if you use the shaft, it works even better. Something inside you begins to shift, and you realize your power over me. You become mesmerized by the red welts that appear on my backside, and you move the crop to change the pattern. I wonder if you are aroused, if your cock is hard, if it is throbbing as much as my ass.

When you stop the spanking, you put your hand on my ass, feeling the heat from the marks you left there. You slowly move in front of me and trace the crop from my shoulder, to my cleavage, then down to my stomach -- oh, so very slowly, teasing me. And then you tell me to spread my legs. My body breaks out in gooseflesh with the anticipation of your crop play. I move my stiletto-heeled feet slightly apart, and you slide the crop between my legs and whisper for me to open them farther. You use the shaft to push my thighs apart, and before you pull it away, you grind the braided leather over my clit, making me gasp. When you are finally satisfied that you can easily reach my cunt, you tell me what a good girl I am. You lightly trace the crop up and down my inner thighs, while I struggle to stay standing, because I am absolutely quivering in eagerness. You draw the crop away from my thighs, and with precision, you slap it, hard, on the lips of my pussy. Once, twice, three times, inflicting my clit with intense pain, then abruptly stop. You stroke the inside of my thighs with it once more, teasing and playing. And then you slap the crop into me again. You repeat this process until my breathing becomes ragged and I am whimpering. I am wondering if the sound of my weakness is adding to the intensity of your arousal. I am imagining you, your naked body glistening with sweat, your breathing shallow with excitement, your cock stiff and hard as you reduce me a trembling and willing receptacle.

By now I am so wet that I can barely stand. My knees have buckled slightly from the assault on my clit, which makes your access to my pussy even easier, and you press the advantage by rubbing my engorged nub with the shaft of the crop before you pull back and slam the tongue of it against my dripping pussy again.

I am in agony from the pleasure and the pain. I am so slick and ready for you that I want to beg you to fuck me, but I am afraid that if I say anything, you'll stop. And I don't want you to stop. But you already know that. So I silently beg you: "Please, fuck me. Fuck me!"

But you aren't finished toying with me yet. You turn the crop over and tease my pussy with the grip. I suddenly realize that you're going to violate me with the handle of the crop, and I hold my breath. You move the handle up to my mouth and tell me to suck on it. I can already taste myself on the warm leather as I lick it tentatively. I open my mouth and you plunge the handle into me until it is wet with my saliva. You pull it out of my mouth and you spread the lips of my pussy with your fingers, and then you gently slide in the crop grip. I am being fucked by the warm braided leather in your hand. You slide it into me past the hilt of the grip and then pull it back out, slowly, before you slide it back in again. You are whispering perversions to me, but I can't hear you. All I can hear is the blood rushing through my body. You move away from me, so that you must be kneeling in front of me, and you position the crop so that as you fuck me with it, you can play with my clit, too. Everything is moving faster and faster, your fingers, the crop, until I can no longer control myself. My hips thrust forward and back, desperate for release. You tell me not to cum, and I freeze and hold my breath again, hoping that it will be enough to keep me from cumming all over the crop handle. You laugh as you watch me trying to hold back. You pull the crop from my body and slap my clit with the crop tongue a few more times, watching me jump and buck.

You tell me that I need to learn to be patient as you stand up and rip off my blindfold. You finally can't ignore your arousal any longer. Your thick cock is hard and throbbing, and you need to possess me. I look into your eyes and see the raw need, the power, and I am overwhelmed by your strength. You let the crop fall to the floor and you roughly turn me around, so my back is to you. Your fingers grab my long hair and pull it, hard, with one hand, while the other hand fondles my breast, all the while kissing and biting my neck. You whisper in my ear how much you love to play with your naughty slut. I want you so badly that I feel faint. You move your hands down and grip my hips, pressing into me so I can feel your swollen cock in the crack of my ass. You stroke your cock up and down in the crevice until I can feel your pre cum dripping onto my back. The welts on my ass are tingling every time you move your cock over me. You reach your hands around me and plunge your fingers into my cunt. You fuck me brutally with your fingers while you whisper into my ear about what a filthy, dirty whore I am, and you feel my body tense and tighten as my pussy clenches your fingers, my orgasm washing over me without warning.

You kiss my neck, and then you abruptly release me. When you pull away, the air on my back is so cold it's almost a shock. But I don't have time to think about it, because you are bending me over, spreading my soaking wet pussy lips and driving your cock into me. Oh, god, how you fill me! You whisper through gritted teeth how much you love to fuck me. You call me your dirty little girl. My body responds to your words as I feel myself getting close to a second orgasm. You grasp onto my hips and you ride me from behind, hard, hot and fast. You draw back your hand and slap my ass, and the sensation on my already raw flesh reels through my body. You lean over me and reach for my hair, and you wrap your fingers through it and pull as you slam your cock as deeply into me as you can. You cry out with a primitive grunt as you unleash your cum into me. When I feel you lose yourself inside me, the spasms of your orgasm drive me over the edge again and I cum, milking your cock with my pussy, and then I can scream. Oh, god. Oh, my fucking god.

When you are finished with me, you pull out and untie my hands. You turn me around and gently hold my jaw as you kiss me soundly, and then you scoop me up into your arms and carry me to the bed. We settle in under the covers, and you look into my eyes. You see that there is no pain or shame or regret there, just deep satisfaction. You kiss my forehead before we both drift off to sleep, with all the evidence from your first riding crop lesson drying on to our skin. I wonder, as I leave consciousness, whether or not I have opened Pandora's Box.

Have I shocked you, my love? Or does this appeal to you in some primitive way? I am hoping that you will step outside of the box and accept my invitation to play. I am also hoping that maybe this will make it easier for you to tell me how to please you. Trust me, please. You have nothing to lose but your inhibitions.



The Riding Lesson



Victoria sat at her bedroom window, her large green eyes fixed on the distant doors of the stables. Absentmindedly she twirled a strand of wavy auburn hair around her finger. At last there was movement and sitting up, she moved closer to the window, squinting to see better. Dawson was leading two horses out through the wide doorway.

She watched as he expertly handled the two animals, his large hands easily holding the reins. Victoria had been madly in love with him when she was younger, and even now at eighteen he could still cause her pulse to race. She quickly glanced over at him, taking in his tall, leanly muscled frame, his dark blond hair and warm brown eyes. Normally her eyes would be glued to him but not today. Her gaze skimmed over the two horses and she impatiently waited for him to go back inside. When she saw him send one of the young stable boys to the house to fetch her, her heart sank.

She flounced away from the window and without even bothering to double check her appearance she swept from the room.

"I know, he's ready for me," she sighed at the parlor maid sent to fetch her.

Striding across the yard that separated the house from the stables, Dawson could see from the look on her face that she wasn't happy.

"Where's the other horse?" she snapped at him.

"Only the two today, Miss Victoria," he replied patiently, handing her the reins to her horse.

"But I told you, I want to learn how to ride astride," she stated, her lush lips pouting.

"And I told you, your mother would have my hide if I did any such thing." With a grace that never failed to surprise her, he swung up into his saddle. "It's not ladylike," he said, looking down at her.

"Fiddlesticks," she muttered. She briefly considered dropping the reins and going back inside if he wasn't going to teach her, but decided against it. Perhaps she could talk him into letting her ride his horse. It was a large stallion with a notoriously bad disposition but that didn't scare her.

She demurely settled herself into her side saddle and they rode off into the fields. They returned half an hour later, both furious. Victoria had pestered him continuously about letting her ride his horse and he had adamantly refused, coming close to losing his temper more than once.

As they rode into the stable yard, she demanded, "The next time I want to go riding you are going to teach me how to ride astride."

"No, I'm not Miss Victoria," he replied with a patience he did not feel. "You know how your mother feels about it."

"I don't care," she pouted. With a superior smile, she continued, "Well, if you won't teach me, I'll just have to ask one of the other grooms. I think Mac would be more than willing to teach me."

Dawson had alighted from his horse and gripped the reins, his usually warm eyes dark with fury. "You are not going riding with him. You are only allowed to go out with me. Your parents don't even like that much, but they tolerate it. They will not allow you out with someone like Mac."

She alighted from her horse and stood facing him, her hands on her hips. "What they don't know won't hurt them," she retorted with a smug smile.

"You are not to go out riding with him. I won't allow it," he said in a low voice.

"What you don't know won't hurt you," she mocked before tossing him the reins and sauntering back into the house.

He was shaking with barely contained fury as he tended to the horses. She was a lovely girl, far more than she realized. He knew she had no idea the effect she had on men, especially men like Mac. Mac was a big man, not as tall as Dawson, but still big and stocky, with a large belly. He seldom bathed or shaved, his odor usually letting anyone know he was nearby. His surprisingly exceptional ability with horses was the only reason he was still employed by this family.

Dawson had overheard Mac talking about Miss Victoria many times. Heard him talking about the lewd things he would love to do to her. It made Dawson sick to his stomach to even think about someone like Mac touching her. She was meant for the touch of fine gentlemen, not rough stable hands like Mac, or even himself, he admitted.

He also had to admit, that he had often thought about what he would love to do to her. Not the way that Mac talked about it though. He would be slow and gentle with her, teasing her senses, awakening them to the erotic wonders he would show her. He shook his head, clearing away the sensuous thoughts. It will never happen.

The next morning as he entered the stables he noticed that her horse was gone. Turning about he quickly scanned the other stalls. A mild mare was also missing and so was Dakota. His blood ran cold when he recalled that Dakota was the stallion that Mac liked to ride. Quickly locating another groom, he anxiously asked where the horses were.

"Mac took Miss Victoria out with an additional horse, earlier this morning," the boy answered.

"When? How long ago?" he asked hurriedly, dread creeping through his veins.

"About half an hour ago. They headed east across the fields," he added.

Dawson had his own favorite horse saddled in record time and was thundering across the fields, hoping he wasn't too late.

"Now, Miss Victoria, put your weight on the leg in the stirrup and pull yourself up, swinging your other leg over the back of the horse. Just like you've seen others do it," Mac was instructing her. He was hoping she wouldn't get it right and that he'd have an excuse to touch her legs. Maybe even grab her behind.

Victoria wished he wasn't standing so close to her. She didn't want to even brush up against him, but she supposed that if she lost her balance, he would be there to catch her. A small shiver of revulsion, slid up her spine at the thought. I'd almost rather hit the ground, she thought.

Shaking her head and concentrating on the task at hand, she raised her foot into the stirrup and gripping the pommel of the saddle she tried to pull up and swing into the saddle. As she feared, she lost her balance and tumbled into Mac.

She felt his hands slide over her thighs and across her bottom and suspected that he had done it on purpose. He held her tightly in his arms even though it was quite clear she could stand on her own.

"Please Mr. MacIntosh, release me," she demanded, trying to wriggle out of his embrace.

"You sure are a pretty thing," he murmured staring down at her.

She didn't like the look in his eyes and she doubled her efforts. "Let me go this instant," she ordered.

"Oh come on, now. You should be nice to me. You don't want me to be telling your Ma how you sweet-talked me into teaching you how to ride astride, now do you?" he threatened.

"You wouldn't," she replied, a tremor in her voice. "You promised you wouldn't say anything."

"Well, if you're a little bit nice to me, I won't say anything," he said snidely, his wet lips turning up into a wicked smile.

"What do you want?" she asked fearfully.

"Just that you be a little more friendly," he said, before pressing his lips against hers.

Victoria thought she was going to be sick. She truly began to struggle as Mac's big hands began to maul her, squeezing her behind, trying to pull her up against him.

She suddenly heard the pounding of hooves as Mac quickly released her, roughly pushing her away from him causing her to tumble to the ground. He stood looking uncertain for a moment and then with a speed that surprised her, mounted his own horse and rode off, the other horse pursuing him only briefly.

The rider paused, letting Mac escape before returning to her. She wanted to escape as well when she saw that it was Dawson riding towards her, his face a mask of fury. She was still laying on the ground as he jumped from the horse to kneel next to her, his anger being quickly replaced by worry.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his fingers gently touching her forehead, brushing away a loose curl.

"Yes, I think so," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared up into his warm brown eyes. He was so close she could see flecks of gold highlighting the darker brown.

Sliding his arm beneath her shoulders, he helped her rise. He held her by the shoulders, and bending down, looked into her eyes. "You're sure you're alright?" he asked again.

"Yes, I am. Thank you," she said, suddenly embarrassed.

As they rode back to the house, Dawson noticed that Victoria seemed lost in thought and kept raising her fingers to her lips.

"Are you going to be sick?" he asked, thinking that perhaps her encounter with Mac had so disgusted her that she was going to throw up.

"Hmm? No, oh no," she answered distractedly.

They rode for a few moments in silence, however, she continued to press her fingers to her lips.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked once more.

"Yes, I am. I just..." she hesitated. "I just thought a kiss is supposed to be wonderful and magical. And that was anything but," she explained, with a shudder of revulsion.

Dawson couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "A kiss from the right person for the right reasons can be wonderful and magical. A kiss from someone like Mac for the reasons he kissed you is likely to be unpleasant," he explained.

"Wonderful. My first kiss and it was disgusting. And who knows how long it will be until I'm kissed again. Mother never lets me out of her sight at any balls or social gatherings, so I can't even tempt some dashing man to kiss me." She sighed heavily before continuing. "I'll probably have to wait until I'm married." Unless, she thought. Turning her eyes towards Dawson, she wondered what it would be like to have him kiss her.

"Dawson, will you kiss me?" she asked.

Pulling hard on the reins of his horse, he spun to look at her. "What?" he almost shouted.

"I asked if you would kiss me," she repeated. Now that she had said it, she had to go through with it. "I don't want to go for goodness knows how long with only the memory of Mac's kiss. I want to remember a wonderful kiss."

"I am not going to kiss you. I rather like my position with your family and am not in the mood to be sacked," he retorted, turning away from her.

How dare he refuse me, she thought, suddenly furious. Pulling on the reins of her own horse, she stopped. "I refuse to go any further until you kiss me," she challenged.

He turned his horse around and began to slowly approach her. Oh my, he's going to do it, she thought as he drew alongside her. Instead, he swiftly took the reins from her hands and began to lead her horse.

Refusing to let him win, she slid from the saddle and took a few steps away. "I'm not going back until you kiss me," she again stated.

"Get back on your horse, Miss Victoria," he growled at her.

"Make me," she taunted.

Dawson glared at her for a full minute before dismounting. She was not going to win this war of wills he vowed. If he had to ride back to the house with her over his saddle, then so be it. With a purposeful stride he began to approach her.

Victoria was wary of Dawson. She knew she had gone too far in her taunt to make her get back on her horse. He very well would force her back to the house without giving in. Knowing that she couldn't evade him, she decided to try another tack.

"Don't you want to kiss me, Dawson?" she said in a soft voice, hoping her instincts were correct. He proved her right when he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide.

"Don't you think I'm pretty enough to kiss?" she continued in the same low voice, this time moving closer to him. She noticed his breathing suddenly seemed labored, his chest heaving with deep gulps of air.

Dear God, what is she doing, he wondered. Her softly spoken words and her slow approach were the most tantalizing things he'd ever experienced. The sudden desire to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply and thoroughly surprised him.

"Well, don't you?" she asked again, stopping barely a foot away from him. Her hand reached out and she gently trailed her fingers down his cheek, over his jaw and throat.

Dawson's hands curled into fists at his sides as he closed his eyes, taking a deep shuddering breath as her touch enflamed his senses. His desire for her was almost more than he could control and as her hand slid around the back of his neck to tickle the fine hairs there, he snapped.

Drawing her quickly into his arms, he caught a quick glimpse of her startled eyes as his lips closed over hers. The passion of the kiss was instantaneous and Victoria melted in his arms, her innocent emotions suddenly overcome with a flame like intensity. He pulled her tightly to him as his lips moved deliberately over hers, breaking down her resistance, until she allowed him to part her lips and slide his tongue into her mouth.

She had never felt anything so erotic in her life and almost swooned with the sensations roaring through her body. Clutching Dawson to her, she reveled in the sparks of desire flooding her veins as the kiss deepened and her tongue willingly met his.

His hands were caressing her back and slid down to her bottom, squeezing her, pulling her even more tightly against him. She responded by pulling his head down, kissing him back, matching his intensity. Victoria's senses were out of control, her mind in a whirl as he continued to plunder her mouth, their tongues dancing.

His lips moved to her throat and she flung her head back, giving him full access. She barely noticed as his fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her bodice, pulling them open, his tongue following the path of exposed flesh. A small cry escaped her lips as his hand closed over her breast, and gently squeezed causing her back to arch against him.

He tumbled them both to the ground as he undid the last button at her waist and spread the fabric. A dark pink nipple peeked at him from above the edge of her chemise and gently tugging on the silky garment, took the sensitive nub into his mouth.

Victoria thought she was going to lose her mind as her legs thoughtlessly wound around Dawson, her fingers threading through his hair, holding his head to her breast as he suckled and nibbled at her nipple.

His hand reached back and wrapped around her ankle, his rough skin snagging and tearing the delicate silk stockings covering her legs until he reached the bare flesh of her thigh. He could feel himself growing rock hard in his trousers, his desire for her increasing with each moment. His hands squeezed and caressed the silky flesh of her thighs as she lay gasping and writhing beneath him, her hips surging up to him, pressing against the source of his torment.

With a loud groan, he wrenched his lips from her breast and slid down her trembling body. Keeping her legs spread, he kissed her inner thigh, his tongue slipping out to taste her sweet flesh. "Oh Victoria," he whispered as his kisses worked their way up the inside of her leg.

Victoria lay gasping on the grass, unsure of what was happening to her, the strength of her emotions scaring her but not wanting what has happening to stop. She knew it was wrong, knew she was being unbelievably wicked, but she was beyond caring, she only wanted Dawson to keep going, to not put a stop to the delicious sensations burning through her body.

Her fingers twined in his hair letting him do what he would with her. "Oh Dawson, Dawson," she murmured. "Please, oh please," she begged.

She didn't even know what she was begging for, she just felt a raw hunger in her, a hunger for what she was unsure, but she did know that he was the only one who could satisfy it.

She almost stopped him as he began to tug on her pantalets, but as his fingers gently touched her, she was again swept away on a cloud of intoxicating sensations.

Dawson knew he shouldn't be doing this, knew that the least of what was going to happen to him was getting fired; he'd be lucky if Victoria's father didn't shoot him. But he couldn't help himself, she was so decadently sweet, so irresistible, just the taste of her was worth whatever might happen to him. Her soft sighs and moans were driving him wild and it was all he could do to go slow with her, be gentle.

Victoria almost screamed when she felt his tongue slide between her soft pussy lips. She was more shocked and surprised than anything, until the most indescribable feelings washed over her, again swamping her senses. With a wanton groan, she swept her fingers through his thick blond hair, holding him in place. Nothing was going to make him stop what he was doing to her.

Dawson continued to softly lap at her, parting her lips with his tongue, savoring her musky flavor. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he swirled his tongue around her clit and gently sucked it into his mouth, delighting in her loud gasp. Sliding his tongue back down, he tentatively dipped the tip inside her and felt her tense, her fingers stilling in his hair. Stiffening his tongue, he again dipped it inside her, pushing in further and was rewarded with her hips surging upwards, demanding more, a wordless whimper slipping past her lips.

Victoria was beyond all sense, beyond all comprehension of what she was doing, of what she was enticing the man laying between her spread thighs to do. She only wanted it to continue, to keep going further and further. Being a complete innocent she had no idea what going further entailed, but she didn't care.

With a lusty cry, her back arched, her eyes flying open, seeing only blue sky as his finger slowly slid inside her. He was suckling her clit as his finger gently explored her, sliding into her hot, wet, insides. Groaning aloud, he could almost imagine what it would be like to make love to her, to have his cock deep inside her sweet tightness. Quickening his pace, he began sliding his finger in and out of her, his tongue massaging her clit.

Victoria could feel something building in her, could feel a heat coiling through her limbs, a tightness filling her body until at last it exploded, shooting sparks of euphoria through her veins. Crying out loudly, she pushed Dawson's face into her pussy, her hips grinding against him as her body shuddered, the climax conquering her senses, leaving her breathless and trembling on the grass.

Dawson sat up and gazed at her lovely face. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed, the thick lashes laying against her flushed cheeks. Her partially exposed chest was heaving with deep breaths as a soft moan slipped past her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and her deep green eyes settled on Dawson, kneeling between her spread thighs. The look in his eyes started the heat in her belly again.

Leaning forward, placing his palms on the grass on either side of her shoulders, he bent down and kissed her, long and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. As her lips parted for him, he felt as though his cock was going to burst.

Gently lowering himself onto her, he rolled them over so that she was on top.

"Sit up," he whispered.

Doing so, she straddled his hips, her hands resting on his chest. Reaching up he again spread the fabric of her bodice and gazed at her heaving breasts, the nipple he had suckled still peaking out from above her rumpled chemise. Pulling away the silky garment on the other side he exposed both nipples, his fingers gently pinching the hardened nubs, his hands caressing the lush mounds.

Letting her head tip back, she wallowed in the sensations emanating from her breasts. "Oh Dawson," she breathed, the low heat in her belly beginning to grow, slowly spreading through her limbs, clouding her mind.

"Move lower down, over my thighs," he told her, his voice low, husky with desire.

She did so and then looked up at him, wondering what is was he wanted her to do. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, his lust was so great his hands were trembling. Gently pushing his hands aside, Victoria undid the buttons and as Dawson raised his hips she tugged the trousers down. The tent in his drawers surprised her at first, but when he pulled them down as well, she gasped. Having never seen a naked man before, she didn't know what to expect, but not something so big, so raw.




The Riding Lesson



Let me start by telling you about me. I am the proud owner of a small riding academy located on a small farm on the outskirts of a large city. I am divorced, middle aged, but still in good shape. I have one employee to help with the stables, a big black farmhand called Frank who has been with me for a number of years. In the summer months, I normally have between 10 to 20 students a week, mostly young girls whose parents want to them to learn the basics of good riding. My students are quite happy to muck out stalls and groom their favourite rides.

One summer's morning it had rained very heavily and the students had decided to call it a day as the paddock had turned to mud. As my students packed up and left, I headed towards the office because I had a load of paperwork to catch up on. Frank was tending to the horses in their stalls, feeding them. As I passed him, I heard him whistle under his breath and mutter, "Dayum!"

I looked up and saw a lovely woman walking towards the office. To say she was not dressed for riding would be putting it mildly. She had black medium length hair, a tube top with her lovely full breasts spilling over the top, shorts so tight that showed off her long lovely legs and I could almost make out her mound through the material covering it. I would bet my farm she didn't wear panties. On her feet were just low heel shoes.

My eyes roamed over her, drinking her in. I rushed over and asked if I could help her and introduced myself. She said she would like to find out about starting her teen daughter on lessons. She had heard that I was good with teens. She indicated that her daughter was a bit wild and needed a firm hand. I explained I do give lessons and gave her the cost for private and group sessions. She acted as if cost would not be a problem.

She then asked me about my horses. I told her I had 10 mares for the students to ride and that I kept one stud for breeding. We walked out to the barn so she could see the stock. As she wondered along, I looked her over carefully. I noticed that Frank was also looking at her, and he smiled at me. I got his drift as I was thinking along the same lines.

She turned and asked, "Would it be ok if I rode one? I would like to make sure it's safe for my daughter." 

I replied "Sure, but in those clothes it might not be wise."

She laughed and said "Don't worry, it's fine."

I told Frank to saddle up 2 mares. He did and walked them out of the barn. She started to mount.

As she swing her leg over, I said "Here, let me help you up." I was holding her other leg, low on her thigh, to keep her from falling. My mind, however, was on her silky smooth skin a lot more than it was of her spilling off her mount!

I got on my horse and we set out. I lead the way, from the stables, down along a leafy path skirting nearby woods. Once on the path, I then dropped back behind her, a little to her left, watching to make sure she could stay on her horse even though she had said she could ride. I was also enjoying a great view of her lovely full tits bouncing up and down as we rode.

As we rode we chatted casually, but I was getting pretty turned on. My pants were getting a lot tighter as my erection grew. She, on the other hand, was rubbing on the saddle girth and it must have had a great effect on her pussy. I watched her as she would slide up, rub on it, then slid down a bit! Man, I was in heaven watching her. Her nipples started to poke out her tank top. 

She looked back at me and asked "Can we stop for a bit?" 

I said "Sure."

We dismounted and I held out my arms to steady her. She slid right into them. We looked at each other and it was then that I started to kiss her. She responded by sucking my tongue deep in her mouth, and grinding her body against me. My cock jumped up. I needed relief fast. I ran my hands down to her sweet big tits, and jerked her tube top down. She leaned back and cupped her hands on them, lifting them to my open mouth.

"Suck them." She demanded. I didn't wait. My mouth and hands were all over them. I sucked her nipples until they were rock hard. She was moaning "God that's so good." 

I would pinch one lightly as I sucked its mate. Her hand dropped down, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. I could hear her moan as I worked on her tits. Her hand found my zipper and pulled it down. Then I felt her hand go in my pants, finding its way to my hard cock!

She pulled back. Her eyes glazed over. "God I want that cock", she moaned and dropped to her knees.

I watched as her hands fumbled to undo my jeans. I helped her remove them, and my shorts. As they dropped, my rigid cock sprang out. She moaned and slid her warm hand over it. Her lips parted and she slid its thick head in her wet mouth. I felt her begin to suck and I was trying to pump it in her mouth. She rounded her mouth so I could fuck it. My cock was throbbing. She rubbed my balls and sucked it harder. I felt it building up. She sensed it cumming and sucked. My cock exploded, flooding her mouth. She didn't spill a drop sucking it all down. I gasped, pleasure running through me. She licked its head, pulled it from her mouth and said "I want more of this big sweet cock".

I nodded and replied "I want your pussy on this cock."

She stood and said "Not here. Let's go back to the office and fuck."

We mounted our horses and galloped back. 

On reaching the stables, I jumped off my horse and threw the reins to Frank. He looked surprised that we were back so soon. I helped her off her horse and excitedly dragged her in my office and stripped her clothes off. She stood there, lovely, erotic, her nipples hard, her lips wet as she licked them. She slid a hand down to play with her cunt as I got naked. Watching her, I was so hard. I wanted her right now. She smiled, laid down on the leather couch so one leg was over the arm-rest, exposing her cunt to me. I dropped down and ran my hands up her thighs. She pulled my head down. My eyes fixed on her pussy as I ran my tongue up and touched her cunt. She trembled. I licked it all over, tasting her pussy, my hands roaming. I slid a finger deep in her pussy as I sucked its soft folds. She bucked, her legs wrapped around my head holding me in place. I didn't need holding. I loved what I was doing. I slid another finger in her cunt. It seemed to flow even more wet, sticky, juice for my probing tongue to find. My mouth, fingers and tongue were all over it, kissing, licking, sucking, finger fucking it. Then she exploded. I felt her tighten her legs on my head, her body shook and she was cumming. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Fuck... Yes!" she cried, "That's it! Yessssssssss!"

She finally relaxed her hold on my head so I could stand, my hard cock bobbing up and down. I grabbed her legs, spreading her wide open, that lovely wet cunt before me. I plunged in. It was so wet I slid right in up to my balls. 

She moaned "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me good!" 

I started to fuck her. Pumping it deep in her. She was fucking me back. Riding my cock. We were locked in a hard, sweet fuck when my office door opened suddenly and in walked Frank. He stopped and stared. We continued to fuck. I was past caring whether anyone was watching. 

She didn't know Frank but she looked up at him and said "Do you want some of this pussy? Get it out...".

Frank simply nodded and dropped his pants. His monster cock leapt out. Her eyes widened. 

She said "God I have never seen a cock that big. Come here!"

He walked over to her. I was still fucking her hard while she started to try to get Frank's cock in her mouth, its head just managed to fit in between her lips. She licked it and did her best to suck him off. I was close to cumming. I leaned back and with my cock throbbing, I spurted cum deep inside her. I pumped a bit more, and then told Frank to move in and fuck her with his cock while I stood back to watch; cum leaking from my spent cock.

Frank replied "Ohhh yes!" and took my place. He was slow getting it all in her, due to its large size. She moaned and screamed as she felt him push his thick cock into her. Then he stopped, letting her get used to his size and then shoved again. She gave a small cry as she felt that long, thick pole stretching her cunt. Even though it was dripping wet with my cum, and her own cunt juices, it was slow going for Frank. He held her legs wide open and started to fuck in and out of her in earnest. She was moving her hips up, trying to get it all in. 

He said "Dayum." He plunged in deep and hard. I thought for a minute she had passed out, but then I heard her begging "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Frank did. His cock was a blur, pumping, fucking, ramming it in her cunt. She started to cum as I watched them. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her breath ragged. Her body trembled and she started to cum on his cock. Frank was right behind her, he groaned as he spilled his cum. He shot it out, flooding her cunt. I watched cum dripping down her thighs as he fucked her hard, still spitting gobs of hot cum in her before he collapsed on top of her.

With a smile on her face, she said "That's the best fuck I have ever had. You guys are great!" 

We helped her up and she said "I'm signing my daughter up for riding lessons but I want more like this one myself. Can you manage it?" 

Frank and I looked at each other and grinned. "Hell! Yes! We sure can!" we said.

She laughed and got dressed.

"I have to go now or we would fuck some more!" and with that, she dressed and left us.

I sat with Frank in the office contemplating what had just happened. I offered him a beer and as we sat there drinking I remarked "You know, Frank, this could be the start of something good!!!!"



The Riding Lesson



Dawson took her hand and gently wrapped it around his throbbing cock. It felt like him, soft skin over hardness. He sighed and guiding her, he showed her how to stroke him, a low moan slipping past his lips.

Victoria gazed at her hand, almost astonished at what she was doing as a devilish thought struck her. With a wicked smile she bent down and twirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

"What...How do you know to do that?" he gasped, his head jerking up.

With wide eyes, she gazed back at him. "Your tongue felt so good on me I thought mine would feel good on you. Doesn't it?" she asked, worried he didn't like what she had done.

"Yes, it does, you just surprised me. Keep going," he urged, letting his head fall back against the grass. As her tongue again began to explore him, he wondered how long he could keep from cumming. He was already so close, and her innocent desire to please him was driving him to the brink.

A loud growl rumbled from his throat as her lips parted and she slid him into her mouth, sucking him. "Oh yes, Victoria, oh yes," he breathed, his hand tangling in her thick auburn tresses.

Encouraged by his reaction, she continued, drawing him further into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth, sucking the length of him. Feeling a renewed wetness between her thighs, she slipped a hand between them, seeking the nub he had suckled earlier. Finding it, she tentatively rubbed, feeling a sudden surge of pleasure shooting through her.

With him still in her mouth, she moaned deep in her throat as she continued to stroke her pleasure center while sucking Dawson's cock. The pace of her stroking increased and so did the bobbing of her head.

Dawson was almost out of his mind when he raised his head and through half closed eyes gazed down at Victoria. When he saw her hand buried beneath her skirts the last of his resolve broke and clenching his hand in her hair, he managed to croak, " Oh God, Victoria, I'm cumming."

Not knowing what that meant, she continued sucking him and was surprised by the first shot of cum hitting the roof of her mouth. Instinctively she swallowed and pushing her head down, taking the full length of him she let him shoot his cum straight down her throat.

Just as the last of his cum slid down her throat, she suddenly sat upright, her hair flinging back as her own climax surged through her, her cum soaking her stroking fingers. With a wordless cry, she rode the waves of her orgasm before collapsing against Dawson.

His fingers threaded through her hair as they both lay silently, waiting for their senses to clear and their pulses to slow.

"Oh my," she whispered. "So, that's what a real kiss feels like."

Dawson glanced down at her, trying to gauge whether she was angry or not. She seemed to have wanted what had happened, at least in the heat of the moment. "Miss Victoria," he said, hesitating. "I'm sorry things got out of hand -"

"No, don't apologize," she interrupted. Tipping her head, she gazed up at him, her green eyes shining. "I asked for it, I wanted you to kiss me and I could have stopped you, but I didn't want you to stop, not once." Lowering her lashes, her cheeks coloring, she said softly, "I wouldn't even mind if it happened again." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked back up at him.

He couldn't help the smirk on his face as he thought, "Maybe I should teach her to ride astride...but not a horse."