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Woods

By: AZmulie



We had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. A chance for us to get away and get into the mountains with fresh air and cooler temperatures. We got the tent set up and the rest of the camp. Afterwards, we started out on a hike to explore the woods around us. The birds are singing their love song and serenading us as we walk along a trail hand in hand. It is so relaxing and we feel the stress of our lives falling away with each step we take. In the distance, we hear a bull elk bugling and we listen to his strong, masculine voice echo up the canyon to us. Another bull answers his call. The rut is in full swing and the bulls jockey for position in the heard this time of year.

We walk along talking about nothing and everything just to hear the others voice. It has been a long time since we have held hands and walked like this. Our busy lives seem to have taken us over. Small swirls of dust rise from the ground with each step of our boots. We are in awe at the brilliant reds, yellows, gold's and greens that Mother Nature has laid out for us. The sky is a brilliant blue with soft puffy clouds dotting it. Up ahead, a small stream can be heard. The sounds get louder as we walk off the path to the stream. The smell of the earth is strong.

We sip the cold water from the stream. I stand up and look down at you as you drink. The sight I see is one to behold. First, I take in your clothes and how they hug your well-sculptured features. The bandanna tied around your head, your hair gently framing your lovely face. The shirt you wear is tied under your full, firm breast accenting them. The buttons undone so your breast absorbs the sunlight. Your shorts mold to your tight ass. The finely sculpted, strong legs under you show your dedication to the hard hours in the gym.

You stand and stretch as I walk over to a tall maple and sit in its shade. You come to me and lay down with your head in my lap. My hand gently lays on your breast, lazily tracing circles around it as you let out a small moan of pleasure. We talk awhile and watch the clouds roll by and we try to pick out shapes. A Grey squirrel arrives and chatters to us for invading his hunting grounds. We laugh at his expressions as he accepts us in his domain.

You take my hand from your breast and gently kiss the palm and nibble my fingers. Mmmmm. It feels so good. You rise up and sit between my legs with your head resting on my chest. It feels so good to hold you as I squeeze you in my strong arms. Again, you take my hand and nibble on my fingers and kiss them. I rub your other breast through your shirt. Your nipples are so hard. I pull your shirt to the side and free your tits to the sunlight. They are so proud and firm. You raise your arm up and reach behind my neck and pull me closer to you. I slowly kiss your neck. Slow kisses and licks to your ear. Back to your neck and down to your shoulder. I rub your hard nipple in my hand as you place my other hand on your other tit and squeeze it. You slowly rock back into me with each breath. You lean your head back and our lips meet. This kiss is as magical as our first kiss so long ago. 

My heart skips a beat as our lips meet. So soft and tender. Our tongues slowly explore each other mouth. Gently gliding over our teeth and lips. I gently nibble your bottom lip and kiss it. You turn to me as we kiss. I rub your nipples in my fingers. Your breathing gets deeper as you run your fingers through my hair as we kiss deeper. Your hunger builds as our kiss continues. You wrap your arms around me and pull me closer to you. I kiss down your neck to your hard nipples. I slowly lick around one and you gasp and pull my head closer to your chest. Your fingers gently pulling my hair. I take your nipple into my mouth and gently suck it as I roll my tongue around it. I reach between your thighs and feel the growing wet spot in your shorts and the burning heat. I use the heal of my hand to rub your pussy through your shorts. You push your hips to meet my hand. You begin to pant now as your orgasm builds. I undo the button and the zipper on your shorts. I slide my hand into your shorts and slide a finger between your swollen lips. You are so hot and wet. I gently rub your clit as I suck your nipples. I feel the shaking in your legs and stomach as you spread your legs wider. I slip my finger deep into your molten pussy and rub your clit with my thumb. You throw your head back as the first wave of your orgasm hits you. I feel your pussy pulling my finger deeper into you. It spasms around my finger as your cries fill the forest.

I hold you close to me as your body settles. Our lips meet again in a soft, tender kiss. You stand up and pull your shorts off and pull me to my feet. You pull my shirt off as I untie yours and remove it. You slowly kiss your way down my chest and stomach to my shorts and undo the buttons on my shorts and slowly pull them down, kissing the skin as it is exposed. I run my fingers through your hair and watch you intently as you look up into my eyes. You kiss your way back up my legs and look at my hard cock. You size it up as if trying to decide what you want to do first. You start by slowly licking the pre-cum from my swollen head. Slowly, you lick my length from the base to the head and back to my balls. You gently take one into your mouth and roll your tongue around it. You release it and lick your way back to the head. You rub my cock over your lips and face and suddenly you take me deep into your throat. I throw my head back as a deep moan escapes me. You work your way up and down slowly at first, picking up speed. You try to coax my seed up to your waiting mouth. As you suck my cock, you rub your swollen clit. Faster and faster as my orgasm builds, your own follows. I grab fist of your hair. Your own moans coupled with mine drive us to the edge. I erupt deep into your mouth.

You steady me and rise to your feet and wrap me in your arms and kiss me deeply. I taste my cum on your lips. It is as intoxicating as you are. I am still so hard. I lift you in my arms and lay you down. I place the head of my cock inside your swollen lips. You are so wet. I slowly slide the head in and stop. Slowly pull out. You whimper and beg me to put it back in. I slowly re-enter you. So slow. You can feel every vein in my thick, throbbing cock. I feel all of your detail. The head passes your cervix. Slowly, I pull out. And back in deeper. It is such a maddening slow pace. 

All the way in now. I feel your juice on my balls as it runs down your ass. I stop and enjoy the feel of your tight muscles gripping me. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth and gently suck on it. I feel your pussy tighten as you arch your back and moan. We gently rock into one another. Our pace quickens. The need for release is strong as desire takes over. We grind into each other wanting to be absorbed by the other. We can take no more. Our screams reach the heavens as we cum together. Our chest heaves as we regain our strength in each other's arms. I kiss you softly and tell you I love you...

Woods



It was a hot summer day and Dan, with Sue on the back, was speeding down a paved curving side road on his motorcycle. She had her arms tightly around him, knees tucked in, and rolled with him as they took the curves, loving every minute of it. 

A few minutes later they slowed down, then took a leaf covered path directly into a heavily wooded area. Moving slowly down the path, with the sun dappling on them through the trees, they finally came to a small clearing, where there was a grass covered knoll with a small brook meandering through, the gurgling sound of the water mixing with a slight breeze blowing through the trees. Dan stopped the machine, and Sue got off, looked around for a small piece of wood and found one, bringing it back to Dan to fit under the leaning post of the motorcycle, so that it wouldn't sink into the soft ground. 

She took off her helmet and shook out her hair, it falling in brown disarrayed curls around her shoulders. She pulled down the zipper of her leather jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders, caught it and draped it over the seat of the motorcycle. She was dressed in a red halter top and black shorts with running shoes. 

Dan took off his jacket and dumped it on top of hers. He was also dressed in shorts, with a football sweater tight on his muscled shoulders. He moved over to her, put his arms around her and they kissed, their bodies moving sensuously together, their tongues entwining, the sensation stirring fires in their loins. She pulled from him and started to pace towards the little stream. 

"Sue, were you going?"

She turned towards him. "Nowhere. I just want to stretch, take a look around!"

He looked a little puzzled. "Take a look around? We've been here half a dozen times!"

She gave a little shrug. "So? I just want to enjoy myself. It's so beautiful and quiet here!" And she stretched her arms out and gave a half turn. 

His loins made him impatient. He wanted to get to it. His hard cock was pressing tight against his shorts. 

Sue stopped by the edge of the stream, knelt down and took off her running shoes, stood up and walked splashingly into the brook, the water spraying up in plumes from her feet. She started bouncing around like a little kid, giggling and splashing, her breasts bouncing around inside her halter top. She quickly pulled off the top and tossed it onto the ground a few feet away, letting loose her small pointed breasts, the lighter skin a contrast. She pulled down the zipper of her shorts, zipped them down her thighs, revealing a pair of black bikini panties, which quickly followed her shorts and top. Dan stood and stared at her naked beauty, never tiring of caressing the curves, crevasses and mounds with his eyes. 

Dan quickly stripped, his cock at full tilt.

She turned towards him, spied his rampant hard-on. "Jeez, it sure doesn't take you long to get ready, does it?"

She walked towards him. "Sit down, will you?"

He sat down on the ground as she came stepping on her toes towards him till she was standing right over him, her breasts jutting straight out over his head, the curves of her waist and hips perfection above him, her curly brown bush right in front of his face. 

She put her hands on each side of her face, pressing her bush towards his mouth. "Dan - Dan" her voice was pleading. "Dan, please - please -" He moved his mouth up, to kiss her navel, kiss her taught curved belly, then turned her around, his mouth open, pressed his lips against the cheeks of her ass, placing his arms around her tightly. She squirmed within his tight grip, moving her body around, but as soon as her curly covered crotch came near to his mouth, he grabbed her arms and pulled her down to the ground. She looked into his eyes. "Dan, why can't you - -?"

But he gave no answer. She leaned back slowly, letting herself down to the ground by loosening her grip on his arms. She pulled her knees up and spread her thighs, the sight if her pussy lips causing his cock to jump. He quickly moved his hand to her knee, pressed it against her other leg, then moved his body up to cover hers and started kissing her breasts. 

She looked sad. "Ohh Dan, is my body so ugly? Do you hate to even look at it?"

Again he gave no answer, but kissed her on the lips, then moved his hand down beneath him to move her legs apart again. She moved her knees up and again spread her thighs and his cock pressed touched her pussy lips. She moved her thighs up until the knob of his cock found the entrance and he plunged within her, causing some pain, as her juices had hardly started to flow. He started a quick rhythm, and quickly reached his climax, with a heavy groan, lay quietly for a few moments, then withdrew. Without looking at her he went over to where his clothes lay and quickly dressed, then went and sat on the motorcycle, waiting, fingering his sunglasses. 

Sue lay for a moment, her thighs pressed tightly together, fighting back the tears. She slowly sat up, rose and then went and got dressed and took her place behind him on the motorcycle. He pressed the start button, gunned the engine, flicked the gearshift lever with his foot and they sped off. 

She was thinking to herself as she rode behind him, of all the macho type guys she'd balled, that they were all the same. Slam bang, thank you ma'am, never a thought for what might turn her on, get her going, blow her gourd. Oh how she yearned for some man to play with her pussy, put his tongue between her sweet cunt lips, savour the soft naked flesh - She started squirming on the seat, rubbing her pussy against the foam cushion between her legs. 

Dan turned his head as far as he could. "Hey, Sue, keep still, will you?" 

She stopped moving. She started to think of the different guys she knew at school. She thought maybe it was time she tried a different kind of guy, forget the macho type, time for something completely different. She laughed to herself, like Henry Torrence, for instance, poor little Henry, all pimples and nervousness, oh sure, wouldn't that be fun, and she laughed again to herself, then paused, hey, maybe it's not so far fetched, she'd seen how he looked at her, when he thought she didn't notice, didn't seem to realize she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He's certainly not the macho type, likely hasn't even been with a girl, jeez, now there's something, could be fun teaching him what a girl's all about, what a pussy is really for, showing him how to turn a girl on, and she started squirming again. 

Dan turned again. "Sue, please, it's hard to steer, with you squirming like that, will you sit still!?"

It was Sue's last semester of her second year at university and her grades were abominable. She just couldn't get interested enough to study. Her mind would wander during the lectures, she just couldn't concentrate. She knew she had to do something to get passing marks and it sure wasn't studying. 

She started wearing tight sweaters with a low v-neck every time she attended Prof. Hanson's class. She had seen the way he couldn't keep his eyes off the girls in class, his eyes glued to the girls' breasts or legs. Her seat was in the front row so she could really work on him. She would sit with her legs crossed, then slowly change legs when he was looking, his eyes riveted to her thighs. Every time she went to the front of the class to put something on his desk she leaned over to give him a good look down the front of her low-cut sweater, and give him a whiff of her heady perfume.

Late one afternoon just after the bell rang he motioned to her to stay seated. 

After everyone had gone he came around his desk holding a folder and leaned back against the desk. "Miss Langford, your marks are terrible! I'm just wondering if you had any plans to improve them, or are you just giving up?"

She slowly shook her head. "Definitely not, Mr. Hanson. I am definitely not giving up. I just hope you're not."

He looked puzzled. "I don't understand."

She slid sideways out of the seat and moved towards him. "You know the old saying, Mr. Hanson. There's more than one way to skin a cat." And she moved her hands to the buttons on her sweater and undid one slowly, letting even more of her breasts be revealed. His eyes were glued to the swelling mounds as he wet his lips nervously, then glanced quickly at the door to the classroom. The glass of the door was glazed, making it impossible for anyone to see in. Sue quickly strode towards the door, flicked the lock and turned, slowly moving back towards him, undoing another button, then another, till by the time she reached him her sweater was completely undone, her breasts swelling out of her bra. 

She moved against him, her hand going down to the front of his pants to caress his cock. "Then there's another expression. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." She looked deep into his eyes, moved her mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue pushing between his lips. 

She got down on her knees in front of him, slowly unzipped his fly, slipped her hand inside to grab his throbbing cock and pulled it out. It was vibrating to the rhythm of his racing pulse. She looked up at him from her position on the floor, his cock a scant inch from her mouth. She smiled at him. "I think it's what they call reciprocating!" And she popped his dickhead into her mouth, letting her tongue curl around the hot slick knob, squeezing the base of the shaft and moving her fingers tightly up along the length. It took about 30 seconds and then his load came bursting out. She stood up, pressed herself against him and kissed him again, holding his hand against her tits. "I've got a feeling that that got a passing grade. Am I right?"

He nodded, weakly "Yeah, you passed with honours!"

Henry Torrence was small, looked young for his age, and his face was a mess of pimples. He was the epitome of the wimp, never had enough nerve to ask a girl for a date, because he was sure there was no girl who would want to go out with him. His grades were good because he had all the time in the world to study. He had never had a date with a girl, but that didn't mean he didn't have the usual sexual urges. Especially when Sue came near. He would watch her out of the corner of his eye, loving every inch of her. Her pert breasts, beautifully rounded bum cheeks, dimpled knees and cute toes. He could just stand and look at her for hours, hardly daring to think of even touching her. He had seen her many times with Dan, one of the stars of the football team, and knew they were seen everywhere together. The gossip was that he was balling her. 

Just then he saw her coming out of Mr. Hanson's room and she was just buttoning up the top button of her sweater. That was kind of strange! Oh, maybe she had just noticed that it had come undone. He pretended he was busy with stuff in his locker as she came towards him. He waited for her to pass so he could watch her walk away, the cheeks of her ass moving inside her shorts. He jumped when she spoke.

"Henry, you're just the man I'm looking for!"

He turned around, his eyes wide. "I - I - am?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! You are!"

"Ah - ah - you want me to do you a favour?"

She nodded, with a grin on her face. "Yeah, that's it! I want you to do me a favour!"

She took him by the hand and practically dragged him down the hall. They rounded the corner and stopped in front of the photocopy room. She quickly looked up and down the hall, opened the door and dragged him quickly in, then shot the bolt of the door. The light shone through the glazed glass of the door revealing a small room with two photocopy machines, their different coloured lights bright in the darkened room. 

She stood close to him. 

He could hardly believe his luck. Here he was alone with his dream girl. "What - what was the favour you wanted me to do, Sue?"

She looked straight at him. "Henry, I'm hot, really hot!"

He looked a little puzzled. "You've been exercising?"

She grinned. "Well, you might say that. But no, I mean I've got the hots for a man!"

He gulped. "Y-y-you've got the hots!?"

She nodded - Kiss me.

Henry looked at her full lips, took her in his arms and caressed her lips with his, softly moving his mouth back and forth, all the while his hands moving slowly over the taught mounds of her ass. On and on they kissed, him moving her body slowly back and forth, her body filling his arms, her perfume filling his mind. Finally her pulled back and released her. 

She grinned, her eyes wide. "Well Henry! I'm surprised! Were did you learn to kiss like that?"

His head went slowly from side to side. "I don't know! I don't know!"

She looked steadily at him. "Well, Henry, let's just see what else you can do!" And she undid the buttons of her sweater, dropped it onto the floor and reached behind to undo the bra fastener. Henry stood staring at her revealed curves, gave a moan as her nipples popped into view with the dropping of her bra, moved quickly to her and buried his face between the thrusting mounds. 

His voice was muffled. "Oh God, you're so beautiful! They're so beautiful!" He cupped her breasts with his hands, running his hands along the under curves, moving his mouth first to one nipple then to the other, sucking in the soft yet taut flesh, his tongue playing with the nipples. 

"And again, Henry, we're did you learn to do that!?"

He suddenly stepped back, again utterly surprised at himself. Again he shook his head. "I-I-don't know! I've never ever had a date with a girl, let alone played with her - ah - "

"Tits!" Sue grinned.

"Her-her ti-tits!"

"Well, Henry, I've got something else for you to play with!" And she pulled down the zipper at the side of her shorts, undid the button and yanked them down, then quickly pulled down her panties. She backed up against the photocopy machine, raised the lid and lifted herself onto the glass of the photocopy machine, Henry all the while staring at the curly patch of hair, the full pussy lips, the tight curve leading down between her ass cheeks.

"Oh God, Sue, oh God oh God!"

She raised her knees, spread her thighs, her pussy lips lit by the control panel lights of the photocopy machine. Henry moved slowly between her thighs, curled his hands round the outside of her thighs and slowly lowered his face down to the enticing slit. He moved his mouth to the soft flesh, feeling the soft curls against his lips, then moved his mouth slowly lower to the opening of her pussy lips, pushing first this way then that against her lips, his tongue curling out, wetting here, wetting there, finding the little nub of her clit, teasing it with the end of his tongue, then moving again lower to the entrance, his nose squeezing between her lips, his tongue tantalizing the pink entrance. At his first touch, a tremendous feeling of sweet affection filled her, to see his face between her thighs, then the trilling, beating vibrations started, racing up and down her thighs, beating through her upper arms, pulsating back and forth between her pussy and her bum hole and she started to moan, low panting moans. 

"Yeeess, Henry, yeess Henry, ohhh God yes Henreee ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh God yesss Henreee!" 

Her whole body shuddered, and shuddered again. She pushed him away, slid down off the machine and grabbed his belt, undoing it in a flash, yanked down his zipper, then his trousers and under shorts, his cock bouncing into view, pointing to the ceiling, drops of moisture glistening on the end. 

She had to do something for him. She knelt down and kissed the end of his cock. She found his cock adorable, enticing, inviting, and she moved her lips up and down the length of it, lightly fingering his balls, then slid her fingers between the cheeks of his ass as she popped the delightful round end of his cock into her mouth. 

He found himself in heaven. Here was this girl he had been dreaming about for years, on her knees, her naked breasts pushing against his thighs and his cock - his cock inside her delightful mouth. 

He pushed her back. "You'd better not keep that up!!

She looked into his eyes, nodded and got up. 

She pushed him into a nearby chair, quickly straddled him, reached down under her wide spread thighs, grabbed his cock and slid herself down on it, taking it in in one fast lunge. They both gave a shuddering groan, then held, their arms tightly around each other, her breasts tight against his face. Then slowly she pulled up a bit and dropped again, their pulsations feeding to each other, and she moved again, the penetration of his cock within her the most loving, entrancing, thrilling, mind consuming thing she had ever felt in her life. It wasn't just his cock, it was him, all of him. She knew they had become as one person, joined cock and cunt, emotion flooding through them as one. 

There was nothing else, no world around her, no sound to be heard around her, only this shaft of hot hard pulsating hardness within her, washing her brain of all sensation except the fever consuming every tiny part of her body, building, building with her every downward thrust, till it exploded with burst after burst! "Uhhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh" and then a hot volcano erupted, his cum filling her, searing her, and they clung desperately to each other, as the vibrations slowly slowly ebbed. 

"Ohhh God, Henry, that's the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had in my whole entire life!"

He grinned a little sheepishly. "That's the first orgasm I've ever had in my whole entire life." He looked down, then back up again. "I mean, inside a girl."

She pulled back from him a little, still siting on his legs, his limp cock still within her. She looked directly into his eyes. "So you've been playing with yourself."

He stared at her a moment, then gave his head a small nod. "Yeah" and shrugged. "Well, you know how it is. A guy gets a hard-on, and what's he supposed to do?"

She looked disappointed. "Jeez, if only I'd known. Known what it would be like with you."

He raised his eyebrows in quick agreement. "Yeah."

She gave a quick grin. "Tell me about it."

"What?!"

"Yeah, tell me about it. Give me a blow by blow description"

His eyes went wide. "A blow by ---?" Then he grinned, understanding. Then looked down. "I don't know if I can."

"Henry."

He looked up at her.

"Look, Henry, you've still got your cock inside me. If that doesn't break down the barriers of embarrassment, I'm sure I don't know what would!"

He grinned, gave a little laugh. "Uh, yeah, I guess you're right!"

He gave her breasts a quick little kiss each. "Well, I got your picture out of the yearbook magazine. You know the one with you leading the cheerleaders at the final game of the season. The one with your skirt flipping high and your tight panties hugging those delicious buns of yours."

Her eyes went wide. "You mean you've been beating your meat to my picture?!"

He looked down again. 

"Henry!"

His eyes raised to meet hers.

She looked straight into his eyes. "Henry, I'm flattered. Of all the girls in the school, all the girls in the world, you picked me!"

He nodded. "Your body has been turning me on ever since the first day I saw you. I was sitting out on the front lawn of the school as you came bouncing by on your first day, your boobs shaking inside your sweater, your tightly covered buns squirming inside your shorts."

"Where did you do it?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Huh? Were did I do what?"

"Beat your meat! Jerk off! Blow your stones!"

He looked a little taken aback, then "Oh. Ah, mostly at home.

"I've got your picture sitting on the table beside my bed. Just before I would go to sleep I'd sit propped up in bed, take your picture, kiss you and -- and --" He looked away.

"Henry!"

He looked back at her.

"Please, Henry, please tell me!"

He gulped. "I would sit naked on the bed, put my feet together, prop your picture up on my feet and started to - to - jerk off."




Woods



"Yeah, go on. Tell me what you would be thinking about."

He gulped again. "I'd imagine you would come into the room, stark naked, climb up onto the bed and stand over me, with your legs wide, so that I could see your pussy, then I'd pull you in against me and I'd start kissing your pussy, playing my tongue between your lips, my hands playing with your tight buns."

His words were starting to get to her. She could feel the hot desire coming back, building again within her thighs, and she leaned closer, her nipples getting hard again, her mouth pressing against his, squirming, open, her tongue reaching for his, entwining, and for him it was like she was kissing his cock, the sensations going directly to his cock. And she started squirming on his lap, her pussy nipping at his cock, till she felt the hardness building again, and she started the thrusting movement again, and the vibrations built again, but this time she had some control, as did he, and their strokes became a smooth rhythm, the pure pleasure enveloping them, but not consuming, letting the rippling rilling fill them, enjoying the pure union of each other, till they knew it was time to let go, and they did, the fire of his semen taking her over the edge, in a quiet deluge of exultant pure emotion, pure rapture. 

A few minutes later, when they had dressed, they quietly went towards the door, Sue peered out and found several girls standing there with knowing grins. One of the girls pulled the door open all the way, and Henry stopped and stared at all the girls who stared at him. They all had looks on their faces of flushed and burning desire. 

The girl that had opened the door waved her finger at him. "You naughty boy, Henry, you've been keeping a secret from us!"



Woods of Ardor



 University student shares a special moment with grandma.

Not far from Wynterton lay a small yet ancient grove of woods, where passersby rarely ventured. In the olden times it had been thought to be the home of witches and elves, but the truth of the matter was that people rarely had any business in these woods. They were strangely devoid of game to hunt and while the scenery was quite beautiful, it was nothing exceptional for this part of the country.

Ruth knew of the woods, since she had lived most of her life near here, but she did not remember if she even had ever gone any deeper than to the very edge of the trees as a little girl. This was just a little forest, and not all that interesting despite the old stories. There were many other similar groves in the area, and there had been even more of them until they had started building more houses and roads here in the recent years.

"Are you sure this is the place, gran?" Julie hollered from ahead. Julie was Ruth's granddaughter, who was studying to be an anthropologist. She had read an old article about an ancient runestone of the druids in the forest. She had wanted to see it herself, even though Ruth had insisted that no-one who lived around here had heard of such a thing in these woods.

"Yes, yes. This is the right grove," Ruth answered. Where else would something like that be than in these old witch-woods?

"This is a strange forest," Julie said. She was glancing around so energetically her braided red hair was swishing from side to side.

Ruth brushed some twigs out of her own hair, which was gray and frizzy because she was seventy-two, and its style was short and practical. She understood what the girl meant. "It's certainly very quiet in here."

"The new highway they built must have made this place inaccessible for animals." Julie sounded uncertain. She wasn't a biologist, after all. She could not see or hear any birds, either, even though they surely could have flown here despite the road. Perhaps the noise of the traffic kept them away from here.

Ruth explained: "In any case, like I said, this grove isn't actually all that big. If that stone of yours is as impressive as the article claimed, people would surely know about it."

"Perhaps, perhaps..." Julie pondered and wandered further ahead.

"Where did you read about it anyway?"

"In a book. It was a collection of studies about druids and the legends connected with them." Julie had always been a bookworm. Ruth had wondered for a long time if she had been dating anybody even after she had gone to the university, but then she had found Jack, and they were now engaged to be married. Such happiness filled Ruth's heart with warmth.

The forest strangely seemed as if it was much larger than it had looked like from the outside. Ruth remembered they had seen the entire outline of the wooded area when they were walking here, but now that they were inside it, it the edges of the woods were nowhere in sight. The trees must have been really dense to create that effect.

Julie had found a path and started following it. It looked like a walking path rather than a natural one. Perhaps people here for walks after all, and why wouldn't they have? This was practically a natural park just outside the city limits.

Ruth was just about to point out that surely the mythical stone would not be anywhere near a well-trodden path, when she head Julie shout from ahead.

"Wow, come look at this!" The girl's voice said, although she was nowhere to be seen.

Ruth soon noticed the reason as she followed her granddaughter's voice and found a nice open glade. It was close to the path, but it was still hard to notice because of the density of the trees. Bright sunlight was shining through the foliage from above, and there was a small pond by the side of the glade.

"It's so pretty in here..." Ruth sighed out loud.

Julie seemed to agree. Her red braid swished around as she was appreciating the sights around her. Then she kneeled by the pool and studied her pretty freckled face in the reflection. She turned her head and spoke to her grandmother: "It was called a druid-stone in the article, but that was an old text. Not much is known about the druids. Stonehenge, for example, has nothing to do with them, unlike what people think. It's older than the whole druid religion. Who knows what this stone actually might be? I want to study it."

"Sure, if we can find it," Ruthie said, brushing more branches off her sweater. She was certain the stone did not even exist, and that the story Julie had read had been a piece of fiction. She still humored her, because it was a nice day to go for a walk with her granddaughter.

"Druids or not, you have to agree these woods seem kind of weird," Julie said, looking into the pool of dark water again.

Ruth moved beside her. "Well, this pond surely looks surprisingly deep. I can't see the bottom even though it's so small."

"Yeah, I noticed the same thing." Julie reached out, cupped her hand, and took a sip of the water. "This tastes strange," she said.

Ruth shook her head. Julie had always been inquisitive like that. "There's probably peat or mud in the water, but remember the city is not far, so who knows what else there might be in it. We can't know how clean it is. I don't think you should drink it."

Julie shrugged and said: "I'm thirsty. It can't kill me, or it would kill these plants too." She took a couple more sips of the dark water. Then she sat on a rock by the pond and took off her shoes. "This place is very peaceful. I want to relax here for a while."

"That's a good idea," Ruth concurred. She took off her shoes too. The grass felt soft against her feet. She drew a deep breath and looked up at the sunny sky which was visible between the treetops.

Then Ruth felt Julie touch her shoulder. The girl was looking at her with sparkling green eyes, and she said: "Grandma, have I ever told you you're my favorite person in the whole world?"

Ruth smiled. "Oh, you have, when you were little. Not so much recently, after you went to the university."

She had turned to look at the scenery again, but the girl gently touched her arm and said: "Grandma, can I try one thing, real quickly? It's very important for me."

Ruth heard the serious tone in her granddaughter's voice. She looked the girl in the eyes and answered: "Of course, Julie. You know I have always supported you. What is it?"

Julie bit her lip nervously and said: "This." Then she kissed her grandmother, much to her surprise.

The first kiss was just a friendly one. That was unusual enough on its own, but on the second one Ruth felt the girl's tongue slip into her mouth and play a little with hers. The feeling was bizarre, but Julie's tongue was vigorous and teasing. Ruth soon found out her own tongue was responding to her granddaughter's, first slowly and then more enthusiastically.

When they broke the kiss and embraced, Ruth whispered into the girl's ear: "There must have been something weird in that water, Julie."

Julie whispered back, just as silently: "Maybe so... But this feels good so good. Doesn't it, granny? Besides, you didn't even drink from the pond."

"Well, that's true, but this is... highly unusual." Ruth swallowed nervously and pulled back a little, but her hands were still resting on her red-headed granddaughter's shoulders.

Julie bit her lip and looked Ruth in the eyes. "Come on, grandma. It's pretty and calm and safe here. No-one will ever know about this. Let's undress." Her hands moved underneath the old woman's sweater and slowly started pulling it over her head.

Ruth did not resist her granddaughter's hands. Instead she raised her arms so that the girl could get the sweater of more easily. Ruth's bra was not very pretty, it was meant to be supportive for her sagging breasts.

Julie still seemed to like looking at it. She started unbuttoning her own shirt and said: "Take your bra off, grandma."

Ruth reached behind her back and did so. Without the support her flat and veiny breasts sagged down to her stomach.

Julie's own bra was lacy and seductive, although she surely must have put it on for Jack and not her own grandma. After taking off her shirt she kissed granny on the mouth again, and at the same time she felt her gnarled hands opening the latch of the bra behind her back. Julie's own hands moved downwards and started to remove granny's pants.

Granny had angular and rough features, and since she was seventy-two, her naked skin and breasts were saggy and liver-spotted. She had a thin tuft of gray hair between her legs, and the mound of her labia was visible through it.

Julie was perky and freckled and cute all over. Jack surely was a lucky guy. However, right now the girl's green eyes were only looking between her elderly grandmother's thighs.

After they had slowly removed all of each other's garments, they lay down on the soft and pleasant grass. Then they tenderly kissed once again and hugged each other close.

Soon Julie started moving downwards, kissing her grandmother's wrinkly skin and her flat and saggy breasts. "Open your legs, grandma," she softly whispered.

Ruth spread her thighs as Julie went down, and she watched as the girl's adorable freckled face moved between them. The girl's green eyes were alternating between looking down there and looking her in the eyes.

The skin of grandma's thighs and buttocks was loose and liver-spotted, and her vagina was hairy and wide open. Julie bent down and gave it a tender kiss. It was quite different from kissing a boy. She raised her head and whispered: "I love it so much, grandma." Then she bent down and kissed it again.

"Use your tongue," Ruth instructed the girl.

"Mm-hmm," Julie answered, respecting her grandmother's wisdom. Grandma's vagina was warm and wide, and Julie's tongue made was making slurping sounds inside it. Her nose was rubbing against granny's pubic mound, and her shiny green eyes were keeping contact with her grandparent.

Ruth wrinkly, liver-spotted thighs shuddered a little. Julie's energetic and very girly tongue was causing grandma to feel some very special emotions.

Julie's own tight and shapely ass moved with the motions of her head. She knew she had to be patient. She had no experience in anything like this, and it was highly unlikely granny did either. Julie knew she would just have to learn how to naturally express her emotions with her tongue. Every time granny's thighs or hips moved, she knew she was getting closer to succeeding in it. When Julie felt granny's vagina contracting around her tongue, she made a girlish sound: "Mm-hm?"

Ruth's deep sighs were the only sound which could be heard in the peaceful glade in addition to the sloppy sounds made by a girl's tongue and her grandmother's vagina.

When Ruth's thighs started shivering, she raised her head a little so she could look her freckled and flame-haired granddaughter in the eyes as she sighed deep: "Don't stop now, Julie..."

The girl's tongue started rapidly pistoning in and out, and her green eyes were attentively looking from between her grandmother's thighs. Ruth propped herself to her elbows as her own eyes widened.

Their gazes were locked together when granny came. She started breathing deep and fast and then the breaths turned into deep moans as her hips and thighs rapidly shuddered. They suddenly jerked so hard it made her shout out loud, filling the peace of the forest glade with the beauty of ecstasy.

Julie could feel the warmth of her grandma's orgasm contract and pulsate around her tongue. She kept going on, rapidly moving the tongue in and out until grandma's shivers had finally passed and she laid her head down, breaking the eye contact they had shared throughout.

Julie gave a few more tender kisses to her granny's warm vagina, and then she laid her head down on Ruth's belly, resting her nose against the bush of gray hair on her mound. Cuddling with grandma in the afterglow of her long and warm orgasm was the best for Julie. She wanted nothing more than that.

They laid silent for a long time, until Julie said: "We should come here more often, whenever I'm visiting from the university."

Ruth could only caress Julie's braided red hair and say: "Yes. Yes we should."

Then they kissed lovingly one more time and then cuddled, until it was the time to get dressed again. 

Julie went to take a last sip of the pond water. She shrugged and said: "I don't think there's anything special about this, actually."

"I think the special things are in our hearts," Ruth said and caressed her granddaughter's ass, and they shared a long and tender final kiss.

They were already out of the woods and heading home, when Ruth pointed out: "We never found that druid stone of yours."

"Well, that's true, but we found another secret," Julie said and smiled. "And it's very precious to me."

Ruth could only say: "Isn't that the truth..."

Then they walked home.



Woodshop



CLICK, LATCH, CREeeaaaAK.

Lesley followed Amber into the abysmal shadows of WoodShop. As Amber focused on packing her Student Assistant keys in the front pocket of her backpack, Lesley anxiously peered over her shoulder. Classroom utensils were put away. Chairs stacked atop tables. Drill chords rolled and wire-wrapped.

"Why are we in here? I thought we were escaping Acoustical Physics. You know leave class, not go to other class." Lesley whispered.

"We're in college. You want to have fun right?"

"But WoodShop? Of all the places to skip class, why go to WoodShop?"

"Because there's something I've always wanted to try."

"And we can only do it here?" Lesley whined against the chill of the room.

Amber stared sternly at Lesley. Her bossiness took control. "Grab the mallets."

"Fine." Lesley said, easy to pushover and over-willing to be easy. "How many?"

"As many as you want." Amber said. She ducked into the tool room and grabbed a lamp while Lesley grabbed four mallets from a cabinet.

Amber rushed back into the room bubbling with excitement. She plopped onto her rear, switching the lamp on and digging into her pocket.

"Now what?" Lesley asked.

"Come here, silly!" Amber's voice peaked a little.

"Sh! Calm down. Someone will hear us." Lesley whispered.

Amber bit her lip. Her alluring expression befuddled Lesley as she stumbled to sit opposite Amber.

Lesley frowned at the crackling noise of whatever Amber pulled from her sweatshirt. The room was freezing!

"Are those candy wrappers?" Lesley asked, trying to see what Amber was holding.

"Mine!" Amber winked, retracting the mystery in her palms.

RIP.

"Amber!"

"What?!" Amber said, enticingly coy.

"Condoms! Really, Amber?"

Amber leaned forward and pecked Lesley's lips. "Of course." She winked and giggled as she 'dressed' the mallets' handles. "Really Lesley? Four? Mmmm." She laughed and licked her lips.

Lesley sat bewildered. She was pretty sure her jaw dropped enough she drooled.

Amber stood before Lesley's face, dancing as she removed her shoes, socks and pants.

"Amber! It's too cold!"

"Good! More titillating!"

Lesley blushed, voice caught in awe. Amber was incredibly beautiful. "...."

"Don't be a pussy Lesley."

"...."

"Fine. If you don't want to do it, you can watch." Amber smirked. 

She tossed her underwear at Lesley's face, who blushed. Taking the tip of the covered mallet, Amber slowly sat her wet pussy on it, coming on and off, pressing slightly, squeezing, backing out, pushing more, adjusting to its girth at her pace of pleasure.

Lesley wanted to remove Amber's top, but she knew it was too cold.

Amber, seeing Lesley's interest, removed her hoodie and raised her shirt, tossing the remainder of her garments off.

"Amber! It's too cold! You'll get sick."

"So peel off and keep me warm." Amber moaned as she penetrated herself further.

.... Lesley undressed, without a dance, swift and intent upon warming herself with Amber's body.

Amber placed a mallet in front of her. Pointing, she repeatedly signaled Lesley to sit on it. "Come on. Together."

"...." Lesley wanted to. She'd been wanting Amber all day. But, really, a mallet? Her lips twisted.... "Fine. But don't hurt me."

"Have I ever hurt you?" Amber asked, surprised.

"No.... It's just... it's a mallet. It hammers things...."

"That's the point. It hammers things, and now we're hammering it. 

Gently, of course." Amber said.

Holding the mallet in place, Amber cautiously helped Lesley onto the handle. Lesley had never had something quite so big in her before. Hard, yes, but not thick. Amber circled and stroked Lesley's clit, while licking and sucking Lesley's lips. With her breath and tongue, she traced Lesley's jaw, neck, shoulders. "Mmmm, I love your shoulders, Lesley. So fucking hot." Amber moaned against 

Lesley's skin.

Lesley slowly came onto the mallet while Amber stimulated her readiness. The two pressed and bucked into one another's torso's. 

"I'm ready," she said.

"No, you're not." Amber said. "A little longer."

Their wetness increased. Lesley began to whimper.

"Not yet. Hold it."

"I can't!"

"Yes, you can! If I'm holding it, so can you." Amber encouragingly scolded.

Lesley moaned. Urgency was becoming too much to bear. How could Amber repress this need? Oh god, she thought, oh god. Holy shit. A fucking train is coming.

"Wait. Wait. . . .wait. NOW! Come now, Lesley!"

An earthquake rumbled between them, bodies shattering in ecstasy, blissful burns, grunts, screams, squirting pleasure upon each other's thighs. "Oh god!" Lesley shouted. She bit Amber's trapezius. Scratched her back. The pain was titillating to Amber, "Oh, Lesley. 

Fuck! Lesley! Mmm."

WHAM! The classroom door flung open.

"Oh god, girls!" Professor Judy said. "Quiet! Sh! Stop! I can't watch! Wow, whew! Hot damn!" Judy covered her eyes and shut the door, tightening the blind over the window. "Sh!"

"What? We used condoms." Amber said mischievously.

Judy scowled. "Both of you get dressed and go to class or dorm! You're lucky I don't tell Security. Amber, handover your keys."

Amber and Lesley dressed hurriedly. Lesley lingered while Amber was dishonorably stripped of her Student Assistant keys. Amber seemed to be stifling laughter while Professor Judy reddened.

Judy cleared her throat. "I'm not firing you—,"

"Thank you," Amber interjected.

"—but I should. We'll talk tomorrow about proper conduct. I can't believe you skipped Kara's class." Judy said with a firm nod.

"How do you know we have Acoustical Physics now?" Amber hesitated, memorizing Judy's increasing discomfort for the next time she needed a laugh.

"GO." Judy shooed, repressing an awkward giggle.

Amber and Lesley hurriedly exited the room, holding hands. When they reached the hall, Amber burst into laughter. Lesley was oddly silent while vice-gripping Amber's hand.

"What?" Amber asked, worried over Lesley's tension.

Lesley lifted her rucksack, revealing a hidden mallet. "For later." She mumbled.

Amber roared, her face so red and sides tickled so furiously she cried in overjoy.

"Sh, don't laugh so loud." Lesley smiled, then burrowed her face in Amber's neck.

Amber wrapped her elbow around Lesley's neck and kissed the top of her head as they strolled to their favorite off-campus restaurant. Class was nearly over, and dorms are boring. May as well be early to lunch, or rather their classic beer with brunch.

....Meanwhile....

Back in WoodShop Judy tossed and turned the mallet in her hand. Her fingers nervously brushed her hair. Who would know? What could happen?

CREeeaaaAK.

"Did you get my text?" She asked Kara, professor of Amber's and Lesley's Acoustical Physics course.

"...." Kara looked at her strangely.

"Sorry, that was stupid. Course you did, or you wouldn't be here. Quick, lock the door! We only have ten minutes."

The two giggled as they checked the blinds to make sure the room was as close to invisible to spectators as possible.

"I can't believe they did that! Did they really do that?" Kara said.

"Sh!" Judy chuckled. "We don't have much time." She held Kara's face centimeters from hers, teasing, beckoning, nuzzling and luring the eroticism into their bodies.

"Mmm." Kara moaned as she felt the energy surge between them. 

Their tongues ferociously lashed, throats cracking and croaking against the suction of desire. "Now. Now!"

"Now?" Judy said dominantly. "You want it now?"

"Yes, please! Mmm."

Judy tore Kara's clothes from her ravenous body. Her lips suckled Kara's nipples. Lick, lick.., lick. She nipped Kara's belly. Ripped her jeans off. Removed her panties with her teeth. Teeth. 

Kara handed Judy a condom-covered mallet, and spat a fresh wrapper on the floor. "Remind me to pick that up after." She said.

"Right!" Judy said, thrusting a grunt from Kara's lips as she plunged the mallet in. Her cunt banged and mashed against the wooden base as if the handle were her cock.

"Oh, fucking fricking hell." Kara moaned. "Ass. Ass!"

"Ass?" Judy teased.

"Yes, please! Ass!"

Judy took another mallet, noticing Kara had already 'protected' it. "Turnover and climb onto the desk." Judy said, motioning to her professor's desk.

Kara chirped as the mallet uncomfortably pinched her as she climbed up. Her discomfort was soon relieved as Judy adjusted it, moving the base. A hiccup-like noise erupted from Kara's throat as the handle of another mallet entered her rectum. "Holy fuck my ass." She said.

"Fuck your ass?"

"Yes?"

"Fuck it hard?"

"Yes! Please! Yes!"

Judy split the inside of Kara's world with a gravity-curving orgasm. The room spun around Kara's head as her soul waned and warped out of orbit. Pants and squeaks were swiftly muffled by Judy's thin, strong hand. Its favorably-outlandish, long fingers cupped Kara's mouth and pulled her further onto the mallet, reaching full-length, elation-penetration.

Kara fainted on Judy's desk, exhausted beyond physical strength, arms weak and limp. Judy slapped Kara's ass playfully. "Come on, Doctor! Time for class!" Judy said. A devious grin framed her teeth. Her pride inflated with zesty boastfulness.

Judy, normally a humble person, was sexually appealing in her courageously-lustful state of mind. Sexy, aggressive Judy. Kara took a moment to memorize this moment, mentally record it so she could play it over, and over, and over.



Woodstock Era Memories



There were many other high school friends, guys and gals. These guys were not on the football team and the gals were not cheerleaders. One friend was Pat, an Italian kid like myself, he was from Grandview. Of my high school guy friends, Pat was the most involved, successfully involved, in the rock and roll music scene. Pat was a talented bass guitar player, he was in popular local bands and he was making money playing music – a lot more than any of us ever made from playing football. In stature, Pat was a good looking guy, handsome, about 5'11, slim, (though his weight fluctuated) and a non smoker. And he was fun to hang out with. I'd go to rock gigs with him, I'd be the big guy and lug amplifiers around and I'd get in for free as a roadie, and there were always chicks at the shows. 

Many of these experiences were at the Valley Dale Ballroom near Columbus. This was a popular spot on the near North East side, it had been a big band ballroom a generation before. The place hosted the local battle of the bands, and little known touring acts trying to get ahead in the music business would do quickie appearances there. The Velvet Underground played there, and I worked backstage, for free, loading an unloading vans stuffed with musical equipment. A couple of the groups that I tossed amplifiers for went on to greater success. One was the First Edition, which were at that time a folk group, an imitation New Christie Minstrels. They had a bass player, and he was hip, though at the time considered fat and ugly. I admired the group, they had a cute female singer that was fronting the band, and they were trying different styles while searching for their "break". The hip bass player borrowed a special tune, a song about dropping acid... "I just dropped in to see what condition..." and it was a great song. Once recorded, it propelled him to stardom, and he left the rest of the group on his personal road to success. He was Kenny Rodgers.

We'd smoke pot in Pat's Ford Econoline van before the shows, smoke with the other musicians and the roadies. We were toking it up one evening with Bob Seger and his band, then known as the Lost Herd, back when Bob was a hard working unknown. We were outside the Dog & Suds Roller Rink on Cleveland Avenue in Columbus. Bob had his own Ford Econoline, a light blue model with Michigan plates. The show began and there were eight paying customers – 8 – and what the world missed that night was Bob Seger doing covers from the Beatles Sergeant Pepper Album, stuff like "She's Leaving Home, Bye, Bye"; genuinely unbelievable material for Seger, the Otis Redding wannabe. (I told this story to John Campbell, Seger's Silver Bullet Band bass player, in 96. We swapped tales of the original Lost Herd, a horrible name, not one of those guys rode out the long success road with Seger.] But these musicians had a local comradery about them, they would gather after hours at hide a way clubs and shoot the shit. There was no guessing who would show - Joe Walsh from the James Gang, John Mellancamp with his older brother, Rick Ocasik - it was wide open. And it was no surprise that one of Kenny Rodgers' country hits was a Seger tune "We've got tonight".

Pat progressed from his Grandview friends' garage band into commercial Ohio rock and roll, he was that good. He was a studio musician playing with Super K productions (The Ohio Express/1910 Fruit Gum Company). From there he joined the hottest psychedelic band in Columbus, all while still in high school. His group was The Four O' Clock Balloon, and they became quite popular though out Ohio, including playing as an opening act for the Jimi Hendrix Experience in Columbus. Whenever I had the chance, I'd go on the road with them, I'd load and unload equipment, set the stage up and so on. I was rewarded with third row seats for "Jimi". From that vantage, I could hear him talking. Basically, he played the same set as in the Monterey Pop movie, including 'Red House', though he didn't light his guitar. He had a wall of Marshall amps. As any wall of electrical tube type equipment can do, the amps picked up a local radio signal playing popular music. And it was the same song " Condition", by Kenny Rodgers. Hendrix said "wow this song is great" and started playing along with it. There were backstage Polaroid's of Hendrix, Noel Redding with Mitch Mitchell, Pat had a Polaroid of Hendrix with his arm around him, as well as with the Soft Machine – whose guitar player formed the Police with Sting - that also shared the bill that June evening in Columbus. I have my own story of Hendrix at an after the show party, he wouldn't even smoke pot, but he did go upstairs with a long legged blond. Myths about dead people will always exist.

One snowy evening the Balloon were playing in Cleveland, at John Carroll University. Pat would keep all the band's equipment in his van, at his parents' house. By this time our friend Boyd and myself had become the band's official road crew. We loaded up the van with Pat and we headed up to Cleveland – Boyd brought his girlfriend Colleen with him. The Cleveland show went fine, and we planned to drive back to Columbus that night, late as it was, although the weather had worsened. We didn't much care. Another guy joined us, another friend of the Balloon, a guy named Gary. Gary had a large envelope of pot with him – these were pre baggie days – and the van heated well. Why not drive back...we were heading down Interstate 71, back toward Columbus, smoking, listening to music and having a good time, we were about halfway, maybe near Mansfield. Pat was driving, Gary was at the front passenger window. I sat on top of the motor, in the middle of the front of Pat's old 66 Econoline. 

Boyd and Colleen were in the back, sitting on top of musical amplifiers as if they were seats. Suddenly the van started to swerve, and there was nothing Pat could do to keep control. What had appeared to be clear blacktop roadway was, in fact, covered by a glass like coating of sheer ice. I remember the van fishtailing back and forth, once, twice, and then going into a full spin on the ice. Broadside, the van struck an embankment of snow, the van flipped, and began rolling down a hill. From my position on top of the motor, I was in the center of the centrifugal force. As the van continued to roll down the hill, the force threw me outward toward Gary. I tried placing my arms on the ceiling, but the force was too strong. As if in suspended animation I watched my eyeglasses leave my face and float through space. I also realized that I was about to die. I was about to die in a car crash, and I thought that this was it. The side doors on the van had ruptured. On the third or fourth roll, Colleen and Boyd were ejected. The front windshield shattered and popped out. Just as suddenly the rolling stopped. 

Somehow, and to me it seemed like within seconds, a pair of guys were there. Fearing an explosion, they dragged us each from the van. These strangers risked their lives to save us, and it was an effort that I have never forgotten. Miraculously, although injured, beaten and bruised, we each survived, even Boyd and Colleen whom the van had apparently bounced over. Gary was wise enough to immediately ditch his pot long before the cops arrived. There were amplifiers, guitars, microphones and related equipment strewn on the snowy hillside. I cast a final glance at the now peaceful scene as they loaded us into the ambulances, a scene where I had almost lost my life.



Woodstock Era Notes more



In December, 1969, the Rolling Stones toured the USA. Yes, the Rolling Stones, as in the Silver Rolling Stones, if you are that old. I had been a fan of the Stones since I was fourteen years old, and I had never seen them play. More so, I was a big fan of rock music, and I attended every possible concert that I could attend. But my favorite rock band, the Stones, had alluded me. On this 1969 tour, the nearest they would play to Columbus, Ohio, was Detroit. I wanted to go, but I figured it was not possible. The tickets were six dollars ($6) each. Then a college friend from Toledo managed to buy three tickets for me, and I was ecstatic! Three tickets to see the Stones! I had my Ford pick up truck, and I could drive to Detroit and see the Stones! But what gal would I take? And to whom would I give the third ticket?

I was dating a really sharp woman at the time, a redhead from Cincinnati. It was not an exclusive thing, she had a boyfriend back home, and I was seeing other gals too. Her name was Sharon Neidenbalm. We met in math class at OSU. (She did better than I did, that's for sure.) Sharon was my first pick for the trip, and she would have been anyone else's too. This gal had striking red hair down to her fanny, B sized boobs, a cute face and a thin body, she had long legs and a wide crotch that showed through her tight jeans. No fool, she was a straight A student who had an academic scholarship to OSU, where she lived in a dorm. But Sharon was from a poor family. She wore cast off clothes, her winter coat was old. In my eyes this made her a more interesting person. She was not only smart, she was attractive, she was hip, and she was part of the "movement" that included the rock and roll drug culture. 

We were out one night at Mr. Christian's Dilemma, a campus bar, drinking low beer. I asked Sharon if she was interested in the Stones show, if she would go to Detroit with me. She freaked! Sharon was as ready for the Stones' trip as I was, of course she said yes, though I'm sure she realized that we would be sleeping together. Later that night, she snuck me into her dorm room and she let me fuck her while her roommate pretended to be asleep. She rode me on top for as long as I could last, which in those days, was probably not that long. Her roommate was in the next bed and watched Sharon on top of me. Of course Sharon said that I was only the second guy to have ever fucked her, I used to get that a lot.

But I still had the extra ticket. Who could I surprise with this trip? Who was the biggest Stones' fan that I ever knew? No question about it: my old high school friend Ed Hastie. He was a brilliant guy who had fallen into drug abuse and had to drop out of college. Ed was a true Stones fan. His cat he named Mick Jagger. Years before, he had stolen my first Stones' albums from Lazarus department store, he sold them to me for a dollar each. It was a treat to call him and to invite him along for the Detroit trip, he'd never seen the Stones either. I hadn't been around Hastie in quite a while, he had missed out on Woodstock and the other music festival travels that I had been on. I was a student at OSU, he was working at a factory, fighting felony drug charges and busy being a drug addict. He was excited about seeing the Stones, excited about old friends getting back together. And so was I. 

Word got around that I would be driving the truck to Detroit. Dick Eiseman, a guy taller than my 6'1, and his beautiful girlfriend Melinda Gordon asked if they could ride along. Eiseman was an accomplished artist working on his Masters, and a TA at OSU. He always figured that I would try to fuck his women, and I did fuck a couple of them, he'd try to ramrod me. Melinda Gordon was as pretty a woman as I'd ever want to see. Blond hair, thin with tits and ass, 5'7, just a doll, it's a shame she was born too early for internet porn. She had two Stones tickets herself, and she claimed (probably bs) that she could get the keys to Bob Seger's apartment in Detroit, and that we could sleep there after the show. (This was long before Bob Seger was anything like the star he is today; he was a Columbus regular and she probably did know him, hell, I knew him too.) 

One logistical problem was the pick up truck. This was the sixties, when a truck was still a truck. It sat three in the front, max. Eiseman and Melinda would have to ride in the back of the truck, which had no heat. But they knew this and it didn't seem to bother them. The truck was enclosed with a camper cap over the bed. It was covered with a cap, yes, but no heat and it was late in December, 1969. But cold didn't effect Eiseman and Melinda. They were junkies, each getting along, quite well, on Melinda's script for blue morphine. Corrupt doctors would stand in line to give her prescriptions for blue morphine tablets. The morphine tablets they ground to powder – the only difference was microscopic glue - and then they injected it like heroin. 

The day we left started with a round up. I went first to Sharon's dorm and I picked her up, and then we drove to Eiseman's apartment on Summit Street. Hastie was there, waiting with Eiseman and Melinda. My plan was to leave Columbus at 3:00 in the afternoon, I wanted to be early for the show in Detroit. By the time of the trip, Eiseman and Melinda felt no pain. They brought along down filled sleeping bags, in which they laid on the cold slab bed of the truck. They huddled all the way to Detroit. In the front of the truck, Sharon, Ed and I cruised along, smoking pot, flirting, and getting up for the Stones. Sharon looked great in her tight jeans, tight sweater and suede jacket. She was so cute, so smart and so hip and I was showing her off for my old friend. It didn't take much to prod her intellectually, and Ed had more than enough. She engaged Ed, and he was challenged by her intelligence. It was a great drive, and Ed was happy for me, happy that I met such an attractive and smart companion.

Melinda struck out on getting Bob Seger's apartment keys. (I'd wondered since what Bob Seger's apartment would have looked like, wondered when I met him again on tour when he was a major star, when my spouse's brother Mark was his guitar player for the Silver Bullet Band.) So, there my friends and I were, along way from home and we had no place to stay. 

In the parking lot before the show, I stopped the people parking next to us. I explained our predicament. There I was, a stranger, asking for a place for myself and for four others to spend the night, and these folks said OK. They would help us. We planned to meet after the show.

The Stones were playing in the basketball arena where the Detroit Pistons played for years, The Detroit Forum. We found our seats, they were in the upper balcony level, but they were centered and we had an excellent view of the stage. B.B. King was the opening act, he was smooth and exceptional. I can close my eyes and see him playing Leon Russell's song "Hummingbird" now.

The Stones didn't play Woodstock, but they learned from what they missed, which was to cash in on the entire Woodstock feeling. This was a time when the entire direction of a rock and roll show was changing, the switch started with the Monterey Pop Festival. Immediately after Woodstock, the Stones toured the USA, and they rode the Woodstock spirit, they worked the emotions of the Woodstock generation. Whatever energy there was, energy that drove the counterculture, energy of the revolution, was epitomized in the Rolling Stones. And that zenith of energy was what I witnessed that night in Detroit.

Basically, the Stones played the same show that can be seen in the "Gimme Shelter" movie. That was quite different than the shows they play today. First off, they had the finest blues guitar player in England at the time – Mick Taylor – on lead guitar. Taylor was an advanced graduate of John Mayal's Bluesbreakers, as was Eric Clapton. Technically, he was better than Alvin Lee, and in melody and style he was superior to Clapton. 

The Detroit show was a circus. Fans smoked pot openly, women bared their breasts. The show included some aspects of their demonic imagery, but their theme dealt more with the Stones' roll as spokesmen for the revolution. We were on our feet, all of the crowd, screaming, the show played like a scene from the "Tale of Two Cities" movie, with fans leaning over balcony rails yelling for vengeance. When the Stones played "Sympathy for the Devil" the balcony exploded. Two guys next to us were in a violent slug fest, one nearly knocked the other over the balcony's edge. Other people were fighting too, real violence. People were pushing each other, yelling, grabbing, I grabbed the crotch of a strange woman next to me, and she grabbed mine. Sharon had her fists clenched in the air, defiant to the mayhem around her. 

Ed leaned over to me. "I gotta go down" he said, "I've gotta rush the stage". And off he went. As the crowd swelled, the barriers went down, but fans allowed the Stones enough room to finish the show. As the Stones played "Street Fighting Man" to thousands, to each of us with our hands clenched in the air, the house lights came on and the show ended. Sharon and I found Ed, we found Eiseman and Melinda, and we headed back to the parking area. 

The good samaritan strangers were there. And they remembered their promise. They suggested that we follow them to where they lived. We did. It was an old Victorian brick home, huge, in a run down part of Detroit that had been reclaimed by hippies. We settled in, we figured we'd sleep on the floor, we smoked hash and partied. Sharon and Melinda danced for our hosts as we wound down from the show. Luckily, for us, a friend of theirs' worked the night shift at a local Travel Lodge. If we could find the place, he could sneak us into a room, for free. The only hitch was that we would have to be out of the room by 6:30 A.M., that's when the manager arrived. 

For me, and I was driving, it was a very difficult drive over to the Travel Lodge. Detroit and I have never been friends. I was ready to sleep. The driving, the Rolling Stones show, the partying and the pot had taken its toll. Then I found a second wind, as we were let into the room. There were two double beds. I joined Sharon in one and Ed joined Eiseman and Melinda in the other. The lights were left on. Melinda lay between Ed and Eiseman, but before she laid down, she slowly undressed, putting on of a show for all of us. She walked around the room nude, and did she like to show her body off! Wow. Then she got on the bed. Hastie and Eiseman were feeling her from both sides, and Hastie entered her first from behind. Eiseman was nodding off from the morphine, and Melinda was so stoned, she probably never felt a thing. Then Sharon peeled off her clothes, with the lights still on, in front of the others. We stood nude together, holding each other, watching Ed fuck Melinda from behind as she tried to rub some life into Eiseman's cock. It was a fun scene, and a very complex day. Watching Melinda strip, while a wild eyed Sharon watched too, then all of us getting naked for sex, was the perfect ending to the bizarre day. It was a thrill to be with Sharon in the same room with three others, we spoon fucked for an hour with the lights on. Whether they were asleep, stoned out, aware of us or not, it was fun. 

My happiness with the situation ended as quickly as the alarm rang. Before I knew it, the alarm said 6:15, and we had to scoot. I was wrapped around Sharon, and the last thing I wanted to do was leave. Eiseman yelled at me "Come on, lover boy, we've got to go!", and I got up and going.

As I drove the freeway at that early hour, I watched the sunrise over the factory filth known as Detroit. On the outskirts of it, we stopped for breakfast at a dingy truck stop. The trucker crowd gave us the hippie hate stares. "Fuck these people!" Eiseman said, and he went to the juke box and played the Beatles' "Revolution". He played the fast 45 version, the really noisy version, getting it in the face of everyone. We stood up, we were proud, no one gave us any shit. The tide had turned in America. After Woodstock, people across the country saw, and the people were ready to accept, the changes. All in all, this trip was one of the best times that I ever had with Ed Hastie, or for that matter, with anyone. This was December, 1969. It ended the sixties, it was the end of an era, but I didn't know it at the time.

Winter turned to spring and spring turned to summer. I was watching TV one summer evening, watching the 6 o'clock news. It was a sharp summer day, almost cloudless, mid eighties weather. The news showed color film of a gold Gremlin automobile, as the commentator recited the details of the story. The TV film showed the Gremlin being pulled from the water. It was a coincidence that I was watching the news that evening, it was an accident of fate. 

A woman went to the Scioto River Park, the newscaster reported, just south of the Fishinger Road bridge. The Scioto River winds into Columbus from the Northwest side, it is where the most expensive homes in Columbus are located. The river basin is a park that runs for miles. Griggs Dam – it's called Griggs Dam - creates a water reservoir, power boating is permitted, people water ski there. 

A couple of guys, who were fishing along the river bank, were interviewed by the news crew. They said to the TV cameras that there was nothing that they could do, they tried, they were crying. Grown men crying about their inability to help.

They had seen the lady earlier, as they were fishing. She was parked in her car near the river bank. She got out of her car and walked around. They noticed her because she was attractive and very pretty, they told the TV cameras. Then she left.

The news reporter questioned the guys fishing about what happened next. They said they saw her drive to the McDonalds at the corner. Another witness was from McDonalds, who said that the lady was at the McDonalds only a few minutes. Inside the McDonalds, she went into the women's restroom. There she took off all her clothes, everything, and walked out of McDonalds nude. She got into her car, and drove back to the river bank. There was a long blacktop drive that sloped down to the water, where she stopped the car. The fishermen saw her stop, they watched her wait. After a short deliberation, she accelerated the car, and she drove down the drive like a skier on a ramp. The guys fishing jumped out of the way as the car sped by near them, and it catapulted into the water. Once in the river, the Gremlin floated for a few minutes, slowly sinking beneath the surface. The woman turned around, and as the fishermen waded into the water to help, she waved at them. She waved goodbye as the car sank into the river.

As I watched the news, I didn't know who it was. I didn't recognize the car, although I had been in it, I didn't realize that I knew this person well. I walked away from the TV. But the next day the bizarre suicide of Melinda Gordon was front page news. The Columbus Dispatch followed the story with detail – high school cheerleader, homecoming queen, good girl goes bad and gets into drugs – everything people in Columbus, Ohio, want to read. Melinda Gordon took her own life, it was her choice to die. Me, I'll never know why.



Woodstock Ticket



To the reader:  This is a very short tale that isn't your usual First Time story. It's a story about first heartbreak not first love or first sex. So from that you can infer that there isn't any sex in this story.

This story is the result of an exercise from the book Word Painting by Rebecca McClanahan. Its purpose is to train the naked eye and the imaginative eye. "The naked eye provides us with sensory, concrete experiences. The imaginative eye opens up other worlds." I was to write a short description of something found in my home or office. I wasn't to describe what it looked like so much as how it made me feel; the memories that it conjured up, the emotions that it invoked, and so on. And at the same time tell a story about the item. 

Thanks to jo for editing. 

© Copyright radk (May 2012)

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On the wall in my office is a framed poster from the 1969 Woodstock concert - '3 Days of Peace & Music,' the poster announces in bold white letters. Under the glass, lying on top of the poster is a single 3-day event ticket, a little worn around the edges but still showing the unused August 15th, 16th, and 17th stubs. The poster is not original but the ticket is. This is one of my most prized possessions and has a place of honor in the center of the wall amidst a lifetime of awards, certificates, and photos of myself with prominent people from the last forty-some years. Everybody knows about Woodstock. Movies have been made about it, books have been written discussing it's affects on American culture, and it's even turned up in our everyday language to define a generation of rebellious and fun loving young men and women: The Woodstock Generation. 

Very few people pay attention to the poster but every once in a while someone will ask about it and I tell them this story: Every word of it 100% true.  

In the summer of 1969 I was 17 and had just graduated from high school. For a graduation present my parents sent me to stay with my mother's parents in Kansas. From the minute I got there at the end of June, and for the three weeks I stayed there, the temperature never got below 95 degrees. I was miserable, coming from the more temperate climate of the east coast. But what made me more miserable than anything else was that I wasn't with my girlfriend, Carolyn. She was back in Maryland and I was in the center of the American wheat belt sweating from places that I didn't even know I had. All I could do was think about her and see her beautiful face in my dreams. I couldn't run my fingers through her golden hair or feel the touch of her fingers or kiss her soft lips. She was 1,300 miles away, but also there in my heart at the same time.

Now to top off the miserable heat and the heartache of separation, I was going to miss her 17th birthday. I had planned on something quite spectacular as a present but not being anywhere near her put a major crimp in my plans. I figured that I'd do something temporary while I was gone and when I got back I'd spring my big surprise on her. She loved the Beatles so I sent her their latest album with a love letter telling her how miserable I was without her. It wasn't much but it was all I had.

The present that awaited my arrival back home was the idea of my sister. At the time my sister worked as a secretary and office assistant for a local radio station, WPGC. One of the things she was responsible for was the care and distribution of the little prizes that listeners won on the station's on-air contests. They gave away autographed albums, watches, sweat shirts, movie tickets, and occasionally concert tickets. By the way, I had one of everything they gave away thanks to her. Anyway, in July of 1969 the station acquired 40 tickets to a fairly unknown concert in New York called Woodstock. The station management didn't think that the listeners would go for the tickets because the venue was so far away so they decided to distribute them to the staff instead of offering them as prizes. That's how my sister came into possession of two, three-day tickets to Woodstock. She wasn't interested in going so she asked me if I wanted them. I jumped at her offer.  

Let me say right now that I wasn't what you might call a long-haired freaky gnome, or a pot-head, or anything like you think inhabited a 1960's rock concert. I was more of a momma's boy but I loved the music on the radio. Carolyn and I would spend hours listening to WPGC. We loved The Beatles, the Stones, The Doors, CCR, and dozens of groups that have fallen into obscurity over the years. Our favorite song was While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles. We would sing it together in harmony. Now if you ever heard me sing then you would understand why no one ever wants to hear me again. Back then it didn't matter. Carolyn loved when we sang together.

When my parent-imposed vacation was at an end I came home and prepared my surprise. I wasn't sure if Carolyn's parents would let her go 350 miles from home for a weekend, but I was determined to make the offer and try my hardest to convince them to trust us. Convincing my parents was going to be another matter, but one step at a time I figured. Maybe I'd end up making the offer but not going. I knew she'd love the gesture anyway. Today we call it a win-win situation. 

When I got home from the airport that evening I called her on the phone and we talked long enough for my mother to yell at me to "quit hogging the phone." We talked about my trip and other trivial matters. I told her how miserable I was without her. I wished her a happy birthday again and said that I'd be over the next day with a big surprise, another birthday present. She didn't sound as happy as I had expected.

When I called the next day to say I was coming over she rocked my world by what she said. She said that she didn't want me to come over and she didn't want to see me again. She said that she would bring my ring back some day but I wasn't to come over or see her ever again. I didn't know what to do so I did the only thing I could think of: I got into my car and drove over to her house as fast as I could. 

When I got there I saw a little black VW beetle parked in front of the house that I knew didn't belong there. Carolyn was standing on the porch and there was someone standing beside her. I walked up to her and saw that she had this hurt expression on her face. Maybe it was more of a worried expression, but her beautiful smile was definitely gone. The guy next to her put his arm around her waist and stood there staring down at me with a stupid smirk on his face. Carolyn told me that this was her new boyfriend and she was breaking up with me. She held out my ring. I wasn't thinking straight and didn't know what to do or say. She just stood there with a worried expression and he just looked down his nose at me smirking. I did the only thing I could think of and got nose to nose with the guy and said something stupid. I don't remember what I said, but I do remember exactly what he said back to me. He said, "Don't Bogart me around." I wasn't sure what he meant and I'm not sure he did either. I looked over at my now ex-girlfriend and she was silently mouthing the word "Please" over and over. I interpreted that as her not wanting me to start anything physical right there in her front yard so I did the only thing I could think of, I turned and walked away. I can still remember to this day, more vividly than a lot of things in my life, the sound of her new boyfriend laughing at me as I walked to my car.

I was devastated, crushed. You can't know what's it's like to have the love of your life rip your heart out and shit all over it right there in the front yard. And the sound of his laughter as I walked away haunted me for years. I went home and sulked. I was sitting on my bed feeling sorry for myself when I saw the Woodstock tickets on my desk across the room. I got up took one of the tickets and tore it into a thousand pieces and threw them all over the room. The other ticket I stuck in a drawer and promptly forgot about, until years later. 

My girlfriend never knew what I had planned. 

A month after being dumped and a week after Woodstock I turned 18. I celebrated by driving to the drug store and picking up a couple magazines and the latest Batman comic book. The magazines had a few pictures of Woodstock but it was still mostly articles about the Apollo 11 moon landing. On the way home I drove past my ex-girlfriend's house but I didn't see her. Hell of a way to spend your 18th birthday, stalking someone. 

I had a reunion of sorts with her a few months later. I met her at school one day and at the end of her classes we sat in my car and talked and listened to WPGC. Yes, I was stalking her at school. It was almost like old times, but somehow different, more subdued. Somehow I convinced her to come back to my house for a while so we could talk some more. I knew my parents weren't home yet so there was the chance of a little more than talking. To make a long story short we ended up in bed. Afterwards I drove her home knowing that the little sex we just had was either a rekindling of what we had before or sympathy sex. It turned out to be the latter, and worse. She was comparing me to her new boyfriend and I didn't measure up, penis wise. She said so!

A while later I learned she had an abortion. I don't know if the baby was mine or not but I do remember we didn't practice safe sex when we were together that last time. Not knowing the answer has always bothered me. I also wondered what her new boyfriend knew.

Over the years since the summer of '69 I've bumped into Carolyn on a number of occasions, all quite by accident. By then I was way past stalking her, I had moved on and found a new love. But, it was as though some cosmic comedian was constantly rubbing my face in those painful summer memories, not allowing the past to die away. Pain goes away slowly, but it does go away. I just didn't need reminders to pick away the scab.

The Woodstock poster and especially the 3-day ticket, serve as a reminder of what was lost and what might have been. I might have gone to Woodstock and maybe had a life changing experience, or at the very least I would be sitting here in my old age telling my friends truthfully that I went to Woodstock. Maybe things would have been different between Carolyn and me, and I wouldn't have lost someone who I loved so dearly. Maybe we would have stayed together and even gotten married. And just maybe now the sound of laughter behind my back wouldn't dredge up heartache and pain. At least I wouldn't have a bunch of crappy memories about the summer I turned 18. 

If you look closely at the bottom of the poster you will see a small yellowing piece of paper stuck in the corner of the frame. It's a poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken. For me, Woodstock was the road not taken.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence: 
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost



Woodsy Connection



The air was warm and without humidity. The grass was green and waving in the steady breeze. The breeze carried the scents of the pine trees in the distance behind me as I walked aimlessly down the road. It was more or less a foot path, but had enough width and gravel to it that maybe it was a dirt buggy road. But no buggies could be seen and I was enjoying the serene walk.

The bluest of skies above me with some puffy cumulus clouds made it seem as though I was on the top of the world. The bluish purplish mountains in the distance had snow on the top and looked like heavy clouds that had dropped to the earth, silver lining and all. I knew from experience that in this low to nil humidity air, I could walk for days and maybe weeks before reaching the foothills that led up to those silver linings.

I was not thinking of anything in particular and simply enjoying the walk. Dressed in my favorite blue and grey tennis shoes, no socks because I don't like socks during the summer despite the sweat and odor that comes from it, blue denim shorts, a button down shirt with a floral/Hawaiian print, and a white hat with a Velcro adjustable strap for size. I'd taken my glasses off and placed them in the front pocket of my shirt because they kept sliding down my nose. 

As it was, my legally blind eyes failed to see the details of a woman as she was walking past me in quicker strides than me. I was so preoccupied with thinking about nothing that she had somehow managed to cruise up on me and pass me without my sensitive ears hearing her. But what I did notice about her was her determined gait and her figure that looked like it was fighting her very effort to pass me by.

Now, I'm not one to be overly nosy about the way that fellow walkers look like and generally, I just watch the shoes. It was when I glanced at the shoes with my legally blind eyes that I saw a familiar "S" and realized they were Sketchers. With a sudden recovery of memory, I recalled reading of a friend of mine who had Sketchers and was walking up a hill. If I quickened my pace, I would be able to come even with her, but it was her shoes that caught my attention.

After a bit of fuzzy viewing, I grew tired of it and put my glasses back on my nose. I was now viewing a woman from behind that I instantly began wondering what OTHER situations she would look like from behind. My pulse quickened and the testosterone reaction began by the shorts of my zipper. Because I had no other place to be, I began to follow her from a distance. After realizing that this would make me look like a stalker, I quickened my pace to overtake her..as though to pass her.

As I got closer, my eyes traveled up her calves, her thighs, her extra curvy butt, ribcage, and hair that was under a black and gold hat. As I got steadily closer, I realized the hat had the colors of the Steelers. Sketchers and Steelers..there couldn't be too many more coincidences. If this turned out to be my friend, I was thinking of what might happen should we ever meet. Now, I was literally walking into that realization.

My shoes crunched on some gravel and her head turned. Not far enough to see over her shoulder but enough so that she could hear my footsteps. Man, this female could certainly keep a pace! I kept my steady pace that was slightly faster than hers so that I could continue to study and memorize her curves from behind. My mind began to play tricks on me and show me what she might look like if she were wearing less. I pictured her in a bikini and a thong with the strap behind digging into her back in the strain to keep her mammaries from slipping out completely. Finally, I began to picture her completely nude..which did nothing for my calm composure.

As it was, her tan shorts and black shirt (which turned out to be a Steelers shirt as well) did nothing to conceal that she wasn't a very fit woman, but she wasn't a block of cream either. Mmm, cream...suddenly my mind kicked into overdrive and I began to wonder what she tasted like. With all that walking, surely her labia lips were rubbing against each other. If she were to look at my crotch, she would've seen a definite boner pointing straight at her ass.

Finally after about 5 minutes, I drew even with her and glanced at her. She was to my left and when she glanced to her right, my breath caught in my throat and my mouth began to water. Not only was she the exact person that I thought she was, it seemed as though she recognized me. But she did not stop her walking.

I skipped several steps ahead of her and then stopped in her path. I watched her eyes set in determination as she shifted direction ever so slightly and walked around me. Like a cat and a mouse, I turned and gave chase. Again I skipped several steps ahead of her and then turned to watch her eyes again. There was a hint of a smile playing around her full lips and she once again shifted to pass me by. As she passed me again, I quickly turned and slid my hand on her left ass cheek as she walked by. A cry of surprise was the first sound she'd made, but she kept walking.

Impulsively, I unzipped my shorts and her head jerked to the sound. She slowed ever so slightly, but I knew I had her attention. Running now to get more than a few paces in front of her, I turned and deliberately began to pull my opening of the shorts apart until my boner popped through, pushing on the material of my white briefs. The smile that had been playing at her lips grew wider and a tongue flicked out. She shifted to walk around me, but I stepped into that direction. Her hand came out as a way to shield herself from me. I put mine into hers and began walking backwards, but putting some resistance into it so that she slowed and finally came to a stop.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I laid the index finger of my free hand against it. Suddenly her impulsiveness took over and she opened her mouth and slid it down over my finger. The feel of her tongue wrapped around my finger proved to be too much. With one finger stuck in her mouth, I gave up on thinking and began to trip over backwards. She reached out behind me and caught me. With a quick firm tug, I stumbled back towards her and my boner touched her hand..she was waiting for it and I was the one shocked and surprised again.

Now we were standing still. Her lips tightened around my finger while her tongue twirled madly around it first in one direction, than the other. Meanwhile with one hand behind me to keep me from going anywhere, she manuevered her hand on my boner so that she slipped her hand inside my underwear. Rubbing her thumb over the tip, she found it was wet with anticipation. If rubbing it like that caused so much tension in me, I didn't know what I would do if she increased the tension and decided to do SOMETHING to change the situation.

With a jerk, I pulled my finger out of her mouth. She just grinned but kept hold of my cock while still rubbing back and forth on the head. I figured that if I was wet, she probably was too. When my hand brushed across her zipper, she visibly tensed up. I watched her eyes for any sign of resistance. If she resisted, I wouldn't go further, but if she was merely tensing up, she was only doing what I had done when she first made contact. Then she bucked against my hand. With a quick movement, I unzipped her pants, reached inside to pull away underwear only to discover she wasn't wearing any. Sliding down, I could feel a nicely shaven twat and with little effort, swollen moist lips. Upon parting them, I discovered that she was in fact, *dripping* wet! I took my still wet finger and began to twiddle her already erect clitoris hood. Now, we were both causing tension in each other, but she had more nerve endings being stimulated.

I quickly looked away from her to look behind me and then behind her. No one was in sight. Off to my left, was a stand of blue spruce pine trees. Despite the fact that there was no one in either direction, I still didn't want to simply fuck her in the open. I turned back to her and then nodded in the direction of the trees. Her grin grew wider as we side-stepped our way into the needles. As soon as we could no longer see the road, she dropped to her knees while at the same time undoing whatever was left holding my pants up. With her eyes feasting on my manhood, she opened her luscious mouth and I reached up to take hold of a pine limb as my cock disappeared into her mouth.

It probably wasn't heaven, but the feeling of hundreds of taste buds gliding over and around my glans and head of my cock was almost too much to take. As she had said many years before, she could deep throat without gagging and I felt my balls being tickled and slurped on by her tongue as my cock was already down her throat. Not only was she not gagging, but I could feel her throat constricting as she seemed to want to swallow my cock whole. It made me wonder that if she actually could, what could she possibly want to eat next??

II felt the tension building in my balls. They had been nuzzled in the past, even caressed. Never slurped on. I knew she could feel the tightening and my cock came out of her throat and she began to torture my cock with her expert tongue sliding around it, cupping it, sucking it like a straw, as she seemingly attempted to suck me dry. At that point, I gave up trying to keep it in as my knees buckled. I forgot to hang onto the branch and I toppled over backwards. Already anticipating, she followed. However in the process, I managed to pop out of her mouth. With a quickness that surprised me, she unzipped her pants and quickly sat down on my fully erect and sloppy-wet cock. At the exact moment that her pussy gorged on my cock, I exploded inside of her.

Her pussy milked my cock as shot after shot exploded out of me. The sight of her grinning down at me made me realize that there was much more than met the eye with her and that wasn't even a line from Transformers! As soon as I began to subside, an orgasm rocked her body and her walls clenched around my cock so tight I thought I had re-popped her cherry. Rocking backwards, my cock pulled out of her and rubbed against her g-spot. Coming forwards again, my head pushed back in and she began to fall forwards slowly until she was completely on top with me still buried inside. Finally our lips met and she gave me a passionate kiss. I could feel our combined juices dripping out of her but I didn't care. The tongue that had ravaged my cock was now ravaging my mouth and I wanted to savor her lips on mine for as long as they stayed.

(To Be Continued)