0 comments/ 14379 views/ 0 favorites Under the Waterfall By: alias_words Dropping the black lace bra to the floor, fully exposing hard nipples, Alia could see in his eyes that he wasn't focused on her. Alia moved more in his view, stepping out of matching panties revealing the slender curves of her body. In full view of him she sucked on her finger provocatively and ran it across her bare breast, twisting the nipple ever so slightly. Desire filled her being, and with hungry eyes she stared intently at him. He saw her, but was looking through her, as if she wasn't there. Dishearten she persisted; she crept slowly toward him on hands and knees across the bed, letting her firm breasts rub against his legs. His foot touched her clit and she knew he could feel the wetness. She was in the mood, ready for him to take her and yet... He watched, but not hungrily, and as she reached his mouth to kiss him, he turned away. "You're blocking her view of the T.V." He said faintly irritated. Taken by surprise, she instantly sat up pressing that hot deprived pussy into his leg intentionally. His body didn't react to hers; he wasn't the slightly aroused by her seductive dance. Her heart sunk further in her stomach as she put on a playful pouty look with lip protruding out. "T.V.? But babe, I'm in the mood." She protested softly trying to get a rise out of him. He gently pushed her off without another word. She sat naked on the bed without a look or kiss from her beloved husband. "We're on vacation, we can watch T.V. anytime." She continued to protest. "If you don't want to have sex then let's go do something, like hiking. I hear there are beautiful waterfalls we could hike to and enjoy a nice swim." Thoughts of being naked in the water fluttered in her mind and she bit her lower lip anticipation a positive respond from him. "Then go for a hike so I can watch T.V. in peace." He said, not even looking at her. Alia's eyes widen with surprise and just as hot as her clit so was her rage. But what could she do? He obviously didn't want her around. Hurt and disappointed she put on her bikini and cut off jean shorts and T-shirt over it and packed a light backpack and set off. Behind their beachfront cabin was a tropical forest paradise. Amongst the wild greenery was a single dirt trail leading to what the tour guide had promised was the most beautiful of waterfalls. The trail seemed easy enough at first, but soon became a monstrous climb. Sweat rolled off Alia's brow and down her face as dirt caked to her skin. With each passing step she felt stickier and dirty and couldn't wait to reach the waterfall and enjoy the taste of the cool water. The sound of the water pounding against the rocks grew closer and soon Alia could taste the freshness in the air. Mists of water rushed toward her tantalizing her already aroused. She shuddered at the stir. Trying to calm her self, she took a deep breath and continued forward. Wrestling through the shrubbery she finally reached the water's edge and let out a sigh of relief gladden to see the cool refreshing water. Hot, sweaty, and dirty the bluish green pond at the base of the beautiful waterfall, looked enticing. The waterfall was everything and more than what she had expected. With the tropical trees, the green bushes and the moss covered rocks took her breath away at first sight. She quickly dropped the pack and striped down to her bikini and dove into the water. It water was perfect, all that a hot dirty body needed. She swam around enjoying the freedom and invigorating water. It was nice and peaceful, but she could not forget her husband's rejection. It wasn't the first time she had been rejected by him, push off and told he was to busy for her needs. She suspected it wouldn't be the last time either. Alia felt an anger stir inside her and as she swam, she contemplated on what she could do to satisfy her needs. It seemed that she had tried everything and nothing was working. As different thoughts danced in her head, she swam up under the falls and found an open cave. It was beautiful, adding to the enchantment of the waterfall. Alia lifted her self up out of the water to have a better view of the cave. Water pounded on her head. she enjoyed the sensation of it cascading down her body. Not wanting to move from that very spot and with her body aware of every touch and sensation, she ran her hands up over her head, and then down to her breasts and on down to her waist and stomach. Eyes closed, enjoying the experience she seem to become more alive at the tease, and felt her body ache with agony. She toyed with the idea of striping off her swimsuit and lying upon the cool rocks and satisfying her desires under the spill of the waterfall. As she considered the idea she ran her hands back up her body, lingering at her breasts for just a second longer, rubbing them, feeling the nipples harden under her bikini top. Suddenly, a feeling washed over her that she wasn't alone. Alia opened her eyes and there before her was a man, tall with dark hair standing a few steps away bare chest, wearing only a pair of blue board shorts. Alia stepped slowly out of the water a little apprehensive of the stranger watching her at such a vulnerable tiher. "Hello." He said with a charming smile. She smiled bashfully back with no reply. He stepped closer letting her see that he was aroused; his shorts were tight around his cock. Alia's heartbeat quickened as she wondered what his intent was. "I came down here to swim. It's her last day here in paradise." He told her. "I leave tonight." She didn't reply but watch him carefully, craving a look at his raw cock wondering if it was already flowing with pre cum that she could suck on and enjoy. "I was wondering if I could swim with you, if you don't mind." "I'm done swimming for now." She replied. Her clit started to ache as a sexual ambiance ran through her body urging her to step toward him, to say more to him, to kiss him, to hold his cock in her mouth, to have it deep inside her cunt. Desire started to empower her thoughts and she felt her body flush with a fire that couldn't be stopped but by just thoughts alone. "Oh." He said with a hint of disappointment. "We can do other things together besides swim." She said immediately looking down at his shorts with a small smirk. He smiled pleased with the words and started to move even closer. His dark brown eyes sparkled with a hunger she knew reflected in her own. He grabbed her tight pulling her into him. She let out a small gasp of excitement knowing this was exactly what she wanted. She could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed into her hip. He gently laid her down on the cool rocks and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue in her mouth. Passion flared hot and ready. Kissing was aggressive and intense. She wrapped her arms around his neck surrendering to his all that he would give her. The rocks were cold against her back but she paid it no mind as the water toppled down upon them, losing her self as they became entangled in a heated desire for each other. He slowly pulled away from her ardent kisses and started down to her neck. He was searching with his lips and tongue... first it was the nape of her neck, then her collarbone, the edge of her bikini top. He stopped; slightly panting, he looked up at her. "Are you sure of this?" He asked. With her body aching for more, she could barely breathe out the word, "Yes." His eyes steady on hers he moved his hand down the side of her body and untied one side of her bikini bottoms. Moving it back up, he reached behind her and tied her top. His eyes ventured down to her breasts as he lifted the bikini to reveal her nipples, perked and ready for him. With eagerness he swooped down on it and took the whole of the nipple in his mouth, and bite it ever so slightly. Her mouth gapped open at the feel of his teeth and placed her hands on his head caressing his hair. He sucked harder and Alia gasped feeling her pussy swell for much needed attention. The water cascaded down their bodies making them slippery, but that did not stop him. As if he knew exactly what her body demanded he reached down with his hand and slipped two of his fingers into her pussy and started to thrust them in and out. Moving her legs further apart to let him go deeper inside she grunted softly with each thrust. He went deep, keeping them there for a moment, he wiggled his fingers, and she released instantly cumming. Crying loudly in gratification she arched her back. He released her nipple hard and pulled her close to him to kiss her on the mouth. He was zealous with every move and Alia felt a strong craving for more of his touch. The passion between them grew intense as they kissed harder, longer, deeper. He trusted his fingers more and more inside her not giving into her moans. He fucked her hard with his powerful hands, lifting her small frame off the rock several times. Quickly he pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed them lightly against her clit. Alia let out a small gasp as her body tensed and she cummed for a second time. She was ripened with desire and was painfully aware of every move he made. Her body reacted to every touch. It was a thrill for her deprived body. He smiled pleased with the reaction and slipped his shorts off. She never saw his cock, but felt it as he slipped it into her wet pussy. He started to grind her hard and her body started to rub against the rocks. Pain started to shoot across her body as he moved harder and deeper inside her. He pulled her up lifting her up and away from the hard course surface. His strong arms wrapped around her slender waist as his cock hit deep and hard inside her cunt. She heard him breathing in her ear, panting hard with each movement that was made. Alia nipped at his lip and playfully sucked on it as he pressed his hips harder into her. She felt the heat of his penis deep inside her. It swelled even more and she knew he was about to explode. She kissed him hard. At the same time she reached down and started to rub her own clit as he moved his hips back and forth. A powerful stir surged through her body and she knew both of them were about to cum soon. Alia closed her eyes and arched her back and released her tension as he pulled her long and hard into him one last time. All at once, under the waterfall, a heat filled her being satisfying her yearning desire. They both had cummed hard. He let out a long breath and relaxed his hold on her and she fell against his chest panting. She could hear his heart racing, and knew her own could match his, beat for beat at that very moment. Needless to say the walk back to the cabin was a pleasant one and she seemed to sing all the way back. When she entered the door Alia was greeted with a quick hello from her husband who hadn't moved from off the bed. "How was the hike?" He asked. With a smile of happiness, she replied, "Satisfying." Under the Waterfall "Here?" My wife shook her mass of wet curls, tendrils of hair hiding her tanned face. "No, no, not here." This time, not a question. Her eyes were wild with fear - or was it excitement? I knew her well enough to know that her resistance was real, but not firm. All the years we have been married, we seem to take turns pushing each other's boundaries. Fitting, perhaps, that we first made out playing truth or dare the very first night we had met in college. Neither of us had been prepared to quit first, right through the seven minutes in heaven. Even when our friends locked us together in that frat house closet, where we could simply have done nothing and waited, or nervously kissed, hands fondling hips and sides only outside clothes, we continued escalating the moment. At each stage, before moving boldly forward, she had sighed a breathy "no..." No, don't nibble her earlobe. No, don't gently squeeze that finely toned swimmer's ass. No, don't slide my hands up under her sweater. No, don't unclasp her bra. Yet it was she that sighed as I licked down the side of her neck, lifting my mouth to her waiting lips, thrusting her tongue past my teeth. Grabbed my waist and pulled my hips tightly against hers even though she must have known that my twenty year old cock would be fully engorged. She simply wriggled her hips in response, and then sighed as my hands automatically slid down her back. The "no" as they reached her ass was subtle, just enough to make me pause, followed by her giggle, no doubt entertaining any party goers listening outside the door. She declared her true desire by releasing my body, her hands sliding over top of mine, showing me just how she liked to be held. Once that task was completed, she fumbled with the button at my waist, loosening my jeans. It was hard to believe the "no" when my hands moved up, following her curves along her torso, because by then, her hand was inside my pants, caressing my swollen cock. Her breathing settled into a slow, rhythmic mode, confirming the effect of the alcohol in releasing her inhibitions, softening her mood, yet not making her so drunk that I felt like I was taking advantage, or that she would try to forget it in the morning. I was hardly more experienced than she was then - her hands were much more expert at their tasks than mine - but I understood true passion. Afterwards, she admitted she must have meant "no, this can't be happening" not "no, stop." Lots of "no" but not one "stop". She must have known it was risky, grasping my steely hard shaft, my tighty whities sinking below my root, containing only my roiling ball sac. Neither of us could have known how much time had passed. Someone might open that closet door any moment, yet still, her well manicured fingertips traced the swollen vein; her thumb grazed the slit; her palm cupped the head, rubbing in a soft slow circular motion. She slid her fist down my shaft until her fingernails scraped gently against my scrotum. It had been a long time since anyone except me had touched me like that and it sent shivers up my spine, where they exploded like fireworks in my brain. She drew her palm up my swollen rod shaft and twisted her hand around the girth, my silky outer sheath rubbing against the fullness within. I was in her hand. My cock grew thicker in this strange girl's hand. I realized that I was holding my breath as she flicked her thumb across the drop of precum leaking out of the tip of my cock. Her free hand cupped behind my neck, holding my face to hers. She pressed her chest against mine, kissing me hungrily. When she pulled back just enough to breathe that last "no", I felt the air carrying the sound more than I heard it. That time, I instinctively obeyed, leaving the bra in place. Instead, I rolled my hands around under her arms, discovering that I could easily slide my fingers up under the bra, palming her firm B cup mounds. "Oh my, wow," she breathed in her unaffected Mid-Western accent. My fingers found her nipples, hard rubbery points of excitement. Later, I would learn how rough she liked them tugged and teased, but on that first night, I simply raked my fingernails along the very tips. She shuddered into a teeny tiny wave of pre-orgasmic bliss, her hand releasing my cock as she ground her pelvis against my erection. Then the door burst open, light seeming to burst in, though the room actually was very dimly lit. Our fellow players clustered around, reactions ranging from nervous giggles to faux sophisticated guffaws. To this day, I am uncertain whether I had time to fasten my pants and stuff my cock inside before she grabbed my hand, shouted "enough party for us," and scooted me out of the frat house, leading across the quad to her dorm. Giggling, kissing, groping, we danced our way all around the building, rattling each door. All were locked. There was no way she was going to ring the night bell. The security guard would not allow me in after midnight. We ended up in an alcove between a pillar and a drain spout, where no light shone. Her back against the brick, she drew me close, mashing her lips to mine, a palm cupping each side of my face. In that position, it would have been simple to undo the button on her jeans and shove them around her knees. If the panties did not slide with the pants, well, I was horny enough to just tear them off. That is what I imagined as we kissed, a gentle rain starting to fall, creating a sense that we were hidden behind a curtain in our nook. She would whisper another "no", but it would be her hands first freeing my hardness and then guiding it toward her honey pot. I was all set to bump her repeatedly against the roughness of the brick, raising one hand to shield her skull from harm, while she locked her ankles behind me knees to urge me deeper. Then reality intervened. There was no murmuring "any" as I undid her jeans. Instead, she quickly broke off the kiss. At that moment, I felt the chill of the morning for the first time. Thoughts cascaded in a jumble through my overheated mind - she was so hot, she must have a boyfriend who she suddenly remembered; she was a virgin saving it for marriage; or I just wasn't hot enough for her. None of the above. What she whispered as the raindrops beat their cadence around us was "Do you have a rubber?" My heart sank. This angel was prepared to fuck me, if only I had come prepared. If only I had thought to scoop one of the dusty packets out of my roommate's twelve pack before heading to the party. I had done it so often that he was complaining about the wastage, since they never seemed to get used, but ended up crumpled in my pocket, often forgotten until they turned up weeks later in the laundry. Speechless in my disappointment, I simply shook my head, letting my pout speak for me. I was shocked when her response was a girly giggle, which eased into a deep throaty growl. "Well, then as much as I love the thought of being pounded against this wall until we achieve mutual orgasm that will have to wait until another night." It was possibly the longest she had spoken to me up to that point in our brief relationship. Not a "no". A "next time". My weight shifted back to my heels, my body automatically preparing to step away, allow her to go around the corner and enter her dorm alone. I realized that I did not know her room number, and was not all together sure I knew her first name let alone her last. She must have seen my disappointed, because she filled the silence. "I can't send you across the quad with this swollen meat. It will never fit back in your pants. My excitement won't be obvious, and I only have to stay far enough away from the security guard so that she doesn't smell my musk."Another pause, another chuckle. "That dyke would probably try to rape me if she knew how horny I am right now." "Can I..." I wasn't even sure how I would have finished the question. Luckily, she placed a finger across my lip; her curls shaking side to side as she silently said "no". "Another time," she said. My heart beat faster at the prospect, which made my cock throb in her fist. For a moment I had forgotten that she was still holding me. "Then what?" If I had waited another instant, the question would have been redundant. Before the last consonant echoed off the brick, she was dropping to her knees in the cramped space. "I'm just going to take care of your little problem," she breathed across my cockhead, swollen larger by the constriction of her fist around the top of my shaft. "Not that it is very small. Rather the opposite, in fact," she continued, chuckling as she spoke. Much later, I would learn that mine was only the sixth cock she had seen, the third she had touched, and at that moment, was about to become the second she had sucked. Though what she did was more fucking it with her mouth than sucking. If I ever meet that high school flame she kissed off before leaving for college by giving him head, I must thank him. Her technique may have owed more to watching porn, and playful contests deep throating veggies with gal pals than to him, but, as she later told the story, his impressive stamina gave her lots of time to practice a variety of tactics before he exploded in her mouth, his great gobs of goo so plentiful that they gushed out of her lips, dribbled down her chin, and dripped onto her chest, which he had stripped bare earlier as they were making out in his car. When she told me the story, she had vividly recalled how glad she was for that, since she was wearing her best blouse. Going off to school with cum stains on her clothing was not part of her plan. But I knew none of that history as she settled on her haunches and leaned forward and licked my lance from the purple head, down to the base, and then back up the underside, only then pausing to taste the pre cum as she swirled her tongue around the gaping slit. She fondled and stroked my turgid balls as she licked her way back down again to explore my scrotum with the tip of her talented oral organ. Taking my shaft in her hand, she pumped me slowly before claiming her prize, taking my helmet fully within that beautiful mouth. A tiny voice deep inside me screamed at the danger of what was happening, another part urged that voice to just shut up, to give in to desire, to accept and enjoy the moment. She looked up at me, and despite the conflicted thoughts churning in my brain I saw no doubt in her eyes. I knew that if I stopped her, spoiling the moment, I might never get another chance. So I reached out with trembling fingers, stroking the blonde mass of curls, keeping her head against my groin. I could feel her mouth stretching to accommodate my tool. Later, she told me that though that earlier boyfriend's cock might have been a bit longer, mine was much fatter. At that moment I was too busy enjoying the waves of joy to worry about comparisons. "So delicious," she moaned coming up for air. "I love the saltiness of the pre cum, how you smell, how you taste." She ran her tongue down my shaft again, taking time to pay careful attention to my balls, rolling them attentively until my sack was damp with her spit. Deliberately and tenderly, she licked back up the shaft, exploring all the bumps and ridges with her tongue before feeding it deep into her throat. I gasped as she swallowed the head and took most of my length in one gulp. Her mouth was too full for her to speak, but she paused, her eyes flicking up to make sure that I was okay. I smiled, nodded, grasped her hair in my fingers, and eased the last inch of meat past her lips. She began to slowly bob her head along my member rhythmically. Her fingers continued to massage my balls, redoubling my excitement, driving me closer to climax. I began breathing quickly, panting shallowly as my inevitable orgasm approached. "I'm close," I warned, not knowing then whether she intended to have my seed blow deep into her belly. In response, she just moved more quickly. Small slurping sounds escaped her mouth as she moved along the full length of my cock. Her lust for meat was obvious, and, I later discovered, almost insatiable. That first time, she ensured her meal by easing down my pants just enough to reach inside my briefs and curl her finger around my scrotum, reaching up and back to stimulate my prostate, which triggered my climax, my own great gobs of goo exploding into her throat. She eased back, eagerly sucking until she got every last drop of my cum. She kept my cock in her mouth, until only the head was inside her lips, so that she was tasting the final spasms of sperm spilling onto the most sensitive taste buds on her tongue and palate. Delicately, she kissed the tip of my cock, and then ran her tongue around my empty organ cock, cleaning me. "Oh god you taste so sweet and salty all at once," she groaned. "That was amazing," was all I could respond. "You have a gorgeous cock," she added, rising from her squat, slipping my penis back into my pants, zipping me up smoothly. "I hope you are still hungry," she continued, because I expect you to meet me back here at 10:00, take me for brunch, and then you can return the favour." Brunch was a scene of mutual seduction, though she had the edge, displaying terrific talent teasing me, dancing bits of strawberry on the tip of her tongue; exploring her lips languidly with that flesh, pretending to search for pancake syrup; nibbling bacon meaningfully. We rushed back to her room, hands clasped tight together. We ended up spending that whole Sunday afternoon exploring sexual boundaries in her dorm room while her roomie tactfully studied at the library. There were many sighed or growled "no's", each meaning "not that way, try another way," as we learned how to please each other. Of course, I began by returning the favour of oral sex. Our clothes were a jumble on the floor, a trail beginning just inside the door and finishing with white lacy panties just beside the bed. We tumbled onto the bed. Well, she fell on her back on the mattress, legs over the edge, feet trailing toward the floor. I stood in between those feet, bent over, close to her, but still standing. "No," she said, meaning "don't stop". "Are you ticklish?" I breathed down at her. She looked up at me, confused by the question. I smiled, going for gentle, but probably achieving Big Bad Wolf. . "I want to see if you're ticklish." Without further warning, I danced the tips of my fingers along her ribs. As I trailed my hand across her shoulder toward her chest she shivered. "No..." She shook her mane. "You're beautiful," I whispered, "can I kiss you?" She hesitated, nodded. It seemed that stepping back and seducing her after jumping straight into passion was just right. I nuzzled her neck, starting just below her ear and running my tongue down below that bony ridge, and then along the taut muscle to her collar bone. She inhaled sharply. My fingers lightly grazed her nipple as I nibbled the point of her shoulder. She moaned my name, grabbed a handful of my hair, dragged my lips to her mouth, kissing me fiercely. I responded gently, softly. I pulled back a little and smiled at her. "I want to know what you like when I touch you. I want to cup your splendid tits and see those little nipples get hard. So far, it's all been fumbling in the dark" "Too late, they're already stiff," she observed. I decided then to avoid touching them for the moment. Running my tongue over her lips, sucking and nibbling at them, and then swirling my tongue around her neck, teasing her. Her chest heaved upward, seeking contact. She moaned softly. I could smell her excitement. Only then did I flick her nipple with my thumb, lower my head and take it in my mouth. My tongue swirled around her nubbin. My hand was exploring the contour of her other breast as I sucked her nipple in past my lips, giving it just a little teeth. "No..." Her sigh was surrender, relief, the anticipation of satisfaction. Her body relaxed as she enjoyed the sensation of my mouth on her body. I used my lips and tongue and even my teeth, kissing, licking, and occasionally nibbling at her tender flesh, caressing her. Soon, she was shaking ever so slightly, her whispered "no's" begging me to please her more. My head worked its way past her navel down her dewy belly. Her loins were wide open, dressed in just a wisp of hair. "So beautiful, like the petals of a flower opening," I observed. I slid my hand up inside her thigh, starting at the knee, stopping just short of her treasure. My touch was light, barely stroking her. "No" she gasped as her hips squirmed, pushing her quim closer to my hand. "Your little clit is hard, just like a tiny baby boy's penis" I laughed before I gave it a single kiss. She whimpered quietly, her fingers gripping my hair, holding my head in place. I slid a finger inside her slowly, then gave her pussy one long lick from bottom to top, using my thumb to hold her clit upright, where my lips fluttered across it lightly. A shiver shook her entire being. It had been a long time since I had tasted the essence of a woman. I had almost forgotten the joy of evoking that reaction, but it all came flooding back to me, a current warming my body in response, my cock surging even stiffer. I took my time, teasing the hood of her clit, exploring her outer lips with my tongue and lips, stroking everything but her clit itself. Then, I paused to glance up at her face – her mouth open, her eyes shut, her fingers were tweaking her own nipples. This was all the encouragement I needed to continue, swirling my tongue around her clit a few more times and then, thrusting my tongue deep inside her, exploring the depths of her womanhood, her pussy walls stretching as I probed more deeply. She was squirming, groaning, and riding my tongue. I thrust two fingers into her cunt, twisting them until I found the magic spot nestled inside her inner labia. "Yessss..." she moaned as I tenderly sucked her clit past my lips and teased it gently with my teeth, holding it as my tongue flicked it. Her hips twisted around my fingers as she thrust herself against my hand. I alternated between light flutters of my tongue and hard thrusts, switching my fingers in contrasting tempo as her hips began thumping against the mattress and then rising again, demanding more attention. I steadily increased the pace, tongue and finger fucking her faster and harder. Her back arched like a bow in response. "Come for me, my love." I dove deep into her pussy and lashed her clit faster. She screamed and I tasted her cream as she came on my tongue. "Oh, oh, oh, no, ohmigawdddddd....nooooooooo...." she moaned as I continued the assault with my tongue. And then, suddenly, she was spent, collapsing like a rag doll on the bed. I slid up next to her, caressing her trembling flesh as the waves subsided. Once she caught her breath, her hand wormed its way down my tummy to my groin. Her fingers closed around my hard wood. "Looks like this needs tending to," she grinned, giggled. Her forearm moved slowly, tugging my cock almost incidentally. I had remembered this time to liberate a condom, but ever the gent, I replied, "what you're doing now feels great." Her chuckle came all the way up from her belly. "No, I don't think so. I owe you more than just a hand job." "You want to lick it again?" More laughter. "I'm glad my blow jobs are good enough to leave you wanting more, but I think we both know where this is heading, ever since I stopped you from fucking me outside last night." Her hand idly pumped my resurgent member as she spoke. I have no doubt that at that moment, we were each wondering if the other was a virgin. We had not yet exchanged histories, and her aggressiveness in the closet, together with the blow job, the indication that all it took was a rubber to fuck her - to me she seemed worldly and experienced, yet I know I wondered. She had arrived at the party with a few girl friends; there was no sign of a boyfriend. Better a virgin than a slut, in my estimation. Looking back, I was already falling in love, not wanting to be just a fun Sunday fuck. Under the Waterfall Of course, I almost spoiled it by asking. Luckily, she just laughed a "No" then kissed my cock head as she dropped to the floor, digging into my jeans for the foil packet I told her was there. She stayed on her knees by the bed, lubricating my shaft with her tongue as she eased the protective sheath over my flesh. Her tongue bathed my balls, and then she ran it up my belly as she rose from her knees, between my legs, her flesh warm against mine. My nipples stung briefly as she gave each a playful nibble. I tried to use my size to roll over into a missionary position, but she insisted, "no". She had me pinned under her body, my hardness trapped tightly between our flesh. Her palms cupped my wrists, forcing them against the mattress. Her tongue forced itself into my mouth, swallowing my sound. I could not have screamed "no" if I had wanted to. Not that I wanted to - her breasts felt so wonderfully firm against my chest. My mouth found the curve of her neck, and I kissed from below her ear again, knowing by then how much she liked the feel of my tongue there, and even a bit of teeth. She groaned from her belly, her hips twisting. I playfully slapped her ass. That, she never said "no" to. Instead, she grasped my wrist and directed my fingers right to the cleft of her buttocks. I slid my fingers along that valley, but she demanded more, pulling my hand until my fingers were hard against her rosebud. I thrust a finger past the barrier, stretching it until I could fuck her ass with two fingers. She loved this, pushing back against my hand, which caused her abdomen to massage my hard cock. "I love the feeling of our skin touching," she sighed. My mouth was too busy to reply. She touched my chin, lifting my face to meet hers. Her lips found mine and soon her tongue was dancing in my cheek, wet and strong behind my teeth, thrusting deep. I felt her sucking my own tongue past her lips, and then it was like our mouths were doing a tango. I barely noticed when her fingers grasped my shaft. "It's time to fuck me now," she breathed as she broke the kiss, lifting her hips above my groin. Her hand guided my cock until it was pressed against the opening of her pussy. She was so wet that I felt her excitement dripping onto my cock, lubricating it. I had no doubt that I could slide easily into her womb. "Don't worry, I won't break," she giggled. "I might be a virgin, but I've had enough fingers up there that there's no hymen left to get in the way." My hips jumped up off the mattress, bumping just the very tip of my cock in between her outer lips. She pressed downward, allowing me to slide up deep inside in a single stroke. We were a perfect fit. Everything felt so warm and wonderful, her flesh tight as a glove around my shaft. Then that hand cupping her ass, and the fingers deep inside that hole, allowed me to guide her, sliding her up so that my her cunt was kneading my cock. Soon, she found a pace that she liked best, pulling so that my cock was almost completely out of her cunt, only the head grasped within those tender lips, and then thrusting down so that my tip banged hard against her clit. "No." she moaned. I paused, confused. "Don't tease me like this," she giggled. She arched her back so that my cock was lined up just a shade lower. She might have been inexperienced, but her instincts were superb. My fingers held her lips wide, allowing my full girth to slide up inside her easily. Suddenly, I was fucking the most perfect cunt in the world. I gradually fucked her faster, deeper, harder. I moved a finger around until it rested on her clit, and I started flicking that while I continued to fuck her tight little soaked cunt. Focusing on her pleasure helped me from exploding too quickly. Soon, she moaned in ecstasy, her head tossing around on the mattress. Her calves crossed behind my ass encouraged me to get more leg action into my thrusts, ploughing her even harder. "Nooooo..." she muttered, her abs clenching around my shaft, her body shaking. "It feels so good." Her orgasm was too much for me. I caressed one of her hard little nipples, which sent a surge up through my arm - just the right extra stimulation to cause my balls to quake and release their precious load. My great gobs of goo stuffed the condom like a sausage casing. I carefully eased out before getting so soft that the rubber leaked, lying between her legs as her body continued to gently quake. After that, we were inseparable - her gentle "no" yielding to each new sexual adventure. Soon, she simply said "yes" to marriage, bareback fucking, and the inevitable pregnancy that ensued. Her divinely sighed "no" as I experimented with new angles and positions to fuck her while pregnant – she was never more desirable - could fill a whole story themselves. In ten plus years, we had tried every position imaginable, and had flirted with exhibitionism – mutual masturbation while parked on a country road on the way home from her best friend's wedding; a blow job in the front seat in a deserted car park; a quick stand up fuck in a locked bathroom at a party - but had never actually fucked outdoors. Which returns us to the moment beside the waterfall, on our tenth anniversary second honeymoon, the trip we never took because the first honeymoon was a weekend before finals. When she said "not here" I just chuckled and said, "well, not right here – under the waterfall, just like Diane Lane" referring to one of our favourite scenes in A Walk on the Moon. "Well, no girl could say no to Viggo." she joked, referring to Lane's co-star, "and since I married you instead, I guess..." Then she kissed me to seal the deal. Her legs locked behind my calves, her arms folded around my neck. I supported her with my hands, fingers splayed along her shoulder blades. Without so much as a glance up or down the beach to double check for onlookers. I backed her through the wet curtain until I felt my hands and her back meet the cool rock face. After the heat of the sun, the cool water was refreshing, or might have been if we were not generating so much heat of our own. My cock was as hard as the stone, but warmed by the blood surging through it as her tongue twisted with mine, her fingers ruffling curls into my hair. Her pelvis was tight to my body, and the wrap she had tied around her waist had fallen to the sides when she had embraced me. I could feel the silky thong bikini bottom rubbing along my scrotum as we dry humped, my swimsuit gradually sliding lower as first the tip, then more and more of my shaft forced itself free of constraint, the elastic no match for lust. My lips and tongue explored her neck, which was stretched out as if I was a vampire and she longed for my gift of eternal life. "No," she gasped, "no marks, please." Not "no, stop." We were clearly past the point where stopping was possible. She was using the wall as support to power her thrusts against my body, so I eased away just enough to deftly untie her top before my hands found her ripe tits, the tips of which were excited points of desire. The cascading water was splashing off her feet and my back, but created the illusion that we were in our own private Eden. "No," she sighed again as I nibbled an earlobe as I played with her nipples, feeling her cunt writhing against me with its need for fucking, talking in its own way, telling me that her word was once again, not meant to be true. I slid the fingers of one hand down and around her ass, slipping a finger inside the elasticized, edge of the bikini bottom, pushing it right to her labia, which were swollen with desire, and damp with lust, not the water from the river. Soon the whole triangle of fabric was pushed aside, exposing all of her cunt to the warm touch of my fingers. All the while my mouth worked on the sensitive skin of her neck. "Oh God ... please stop! What if someone sees" she pleaded one last time. My fingers froze half inside her cunt, my lips stopped against her throat. But her hips kept thrusting off the wall against my cock, gaining speed, not slowing. I lowered my other hand and reached around her hip until my middle finger pressed her butt crack. I traced up and down the crevice, gradually increasing the pressure until she began to groan. I knew that she was way past saying "no". I drew my finger across her tender rosebud and let it rest against the opening to her forbidden entry. Then I twisted my finger around, applying gentle pressure, easing open the entrance to that taboo portal. She took the next step, lifting her ass just slightly away from the wall, and then thrusting it down so that my finger penetrated her anal orifice without hesitation, aided by her sweat and the moisture in the air all around. Finally, with a sigh, she conceded. "Fuck it, no, fuck me, I don't care if anybody hears or sees I need your cock and I need it now." Her voice rose as she spoke. Even the roar of the waterfall would not have drowned out her pronouncement if anybody was nearby to hear it. "Don't stop!" she demanded as her body thrust between the wall and me. "What we're doing's so nasty and wrong but, I can't help it, it excites me more than I ever have felt before." Whatever reservations my wife had begun with, the waterfall seemed to have washed them away. Her cunt was most definitely eager and ready for fucking, regardless of who might overhear or even peep at us. She shifted her body, all shoulders and pelvis rotating. Without effort on my part, her cunt enveloped my hardness like a glove. She fucked me hard and fast. My hands found her hips, steadying her as she pushed herself furiously onto my hard cock. I leaned into the space behind the falling curtain of water, flexing my ankles, knees and hips, thrusting back, sliding in and almost out of her precious petals, and then deep again. Pulling one of my hands to her tit, she kissed me again, dragging my nails over her nipple. I felt the shiver run through her flesh, to her spine, down to her cunt, convulsing around my hardness. She cried out in unrestrained joy as my thumb and forefinger closed around the base of her nipple, gripping it hard and tugging The pain created pleasure, making her push away from the rock wall in response, bucking forcefully against my groin, pulling my plum into her deepest regions. Reaching between our bodies, I teased her, a single finger stroking her clit; knowing how sensitive that bud becomes when her blood makes it hard like a miniature version of my cock. I kneaded her tit with my other hand, as she kept pushing against me, hair thrashing wet and wild, loving the extra stimulation. Her orgasm struck with a suddenness and fierceness that shocked me and made her cry out loud. I almost lost my footing, staggering slightly, almost letting her fall. No sooner had I steadied myself than a hot bolt of my great gobs of goo shot deep inside my wife's fertile womb. "No, don't stop," she screamed, her legs hooked more urgently than ever behind my thighs. I kissed her cheek and brushed her breasts with my fingertips as she rode the waves of her climax, her cunt spasming and my still throbbing cock. Her jaw relaxed and my lips met hers, my tongue fucking her in rhythm with the last splattering from my deflating cock. She mewed softly. Then she slid down my body, her legs rubbing mine as her feet found the hard ground beneath the pool of water on the floor of this tight cave. Her nipples felt so hard against my flesh that I almost did not feel her nails raking my skin until she giggled, "Oops, I hope no one notices those marks." My chest and my ass both throbbed, so I realized that keeping my swimsuit on would not be enough. My cock had stopped throbbing inside her, so I eased out of her cunt, the spray from the waterfall immediately bathing my wilting organ. She pressed tight to me, her arms crossed behind my head, holding our kiss. We swayed there for moments that seemed eternal, softly, lovingly, kissing each other. I still cannot figure out which of us started me easing back through the curtain of water, but soon, I was standing with my backside exposed to the beach, and then, we were both there, naked in the sunshine. Turning to look for my abandoned clothes, I became aware that there were four sets of eyes watching us. They seemed to be two couples, one older, one younger, probably just in their twenties. The more mature woman seemed to be unable to stop focusing on my dangling member. I met her eyes with mine, and held them. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare," she said. The younger woman turned to her companion, not saying a word, but the look on her face saying that she had been turned on already, had been listening to us fuck, had seen somewhat through the waterfall, and she needed cock, right away. As my wife took my hand to lead me away, I found my head turning and my cock becoming excited once more. I didn't know if she minded that they had been watching, but discovered that I liked the idea. "No," I heard my wife whisper gently in my ear. As always, I wondered just exactly what this "no" meant.