1 comments/ 18528 views/ 2 favorites The Maine Events Ch. 01 By: SueNH For my one week Summer vacation, I'd rented a cabin way out in the woods of Maine, with a path that leads down to a privately-owned beach with a low dock and a canoe. I'd been there several times before, and found it the perfect place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the rigors of my work and my increasingly wild and complicated social life. As soon as I pulled into the driveway and finished dragging my suitcase into the bedroom, I walked straight down to the water's edge. It was very secluded there, with only one other cabin on that stretch of the shoreline, and I'd never seen anyone occupying it. Otherwise, the nearest civilization is over half a mile away. As I had done in other years, I felt comfortable with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot. I stripped down immediately and dove into the cool, clear water. It was such a sensuous feeling having the liquid press against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing blond hair, my arms and legs, and especially my sparse pubic hair. Immediately, my nipples hardened and became sensitive, and I felt the contrast of cold water against the warm flesh of my cunt. When I swim in the nude, I love doing the breaststroke; it allows the water to wash deep in between the folds of my labia. After swimming out a hundred yards, I flipped over and floated on my back, paddling slowly back into the dock. The sun beat down on my face, and through my squint I saw the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping wavelets. I felt like a water nymph, at one with Nature. I pulled myself up onto the dock, and toweled my body dry. Arranging myself on the chaise lounge chair so I could face the sun, I smeared sun lotion all over my body. Once the wide expanses of skin were covered, I drizzled some extra lotion onto my breasts and gave them a deep, gentle massage, twisting the slippery nipples. My stimulation built quickly. It was not long before I squirted lotion into the palm of one hand and smeared it into my cunt, making circular motions with my fingers that pushed and pulled my swollen lips all around. I pulled my knees back toward my shoulders and let my feet plant on the dock, well to the sides of the narrow chair. Using the fingers of both hands, I grasped my outer lips and pulled them wide apart, leaning forward to examine my wet, pink flower of womanhood. The petals were crinkled and scalloped, and I could see the opening to my vagina winking open and closed. It was too much for me to hold off, so I inserted one finger deep inside and hooked it upward so that it could circle and play over my G spot. My other hand was busy too, its fingers darting and dodging all over my unhooded clitoris and inner lips. I could feel all that sensitive flesh inflating with the hot blood of my desire. It was amazing how quickly my orgasm arrived! I'm sure that I had only been playing with myself for a couple of minutes. But already my climax was pulsating and throbbing all through my body. In this solitude, I felt safe in expressing the beauty of this moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transformed itself into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would probably scare anyone if they could have heard me. But this was exactly how I felt -- wild, uninhibited, and free. Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head lolled back. Pulling my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I spread the liquid over my upper thighs and up my torso to my belly button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I was soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers. Some unknown time passed. Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbed from my body, and I became increasingly aware of reality. But with my eyes still closed, there was something going on that seemed connected with my sexy dreams. I heard people talking about sex. "Where am I?" coursed through my mind. I thought I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I was sure that these voices were discussing sex, specifically stories that they had read on the alt.sex.stories group on the Internet. Gradually it dawned on me. "Oh my god, I'm not dreaming -- these are real people talking -- people that read that stuff." As do I, I admitted silently to myself. Recently I had even posted a story there. They may have read my story, I realized. Hearing them talk, it was obvious that they really get off on wild fantasies, too. Opening my eyes slightly without moving, I squinted out over the water to the dock of the supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the edge, facing my dock were two young and beautiful people, a man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They looked to me like they could be magazine models for Calvin Klein -- sleek, tanned, and tightly muscled. Their bodies were certainly easy for me to examine, as they were apparently also enthusiasts of skinny-dipping. Their wet hair informed me that they had already been in for a dip. Either they were very quiet swimmers, or I must have been deep into my sleep to not have been awakened. Furtively looking at them through hooded eyelids, I realized that what I could see of them, they could likewise see of me. I was also nude. In fact, I was lying back on that chaise lounge with my legs still spread to either side, and my labia spread wide open. Now that I focused attention on my position, I could even feel the cool touch of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without looking, I knew that my golden pubic hair was matted flat to my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices that I had spread on it earlier. My instinct was to pull my legs together and to run back to my cabin. But I felt frozen in this position, and realized that it was a little late to be modest, for they had been sitting on the dock facing me for a while, I guessed. They were only 40 or 50 feet away, so it seemed a little silly to become modest and secretive about my body when they had already had ample opportunity to examine it in detail. So here I was -- an exhibitionist, a new and exciting experience for me. I could feel the first tendrils of sexual flame coursing through my nerves, yet I was not sure what to do about it. So far, I had given them no indication that I had awakened. I wondered if I should sit up and wave to them? Perhaps start a conversation as if this was a chance meeting in the supermarket? My lips almost curled into a smile at that thought, but I suppressed their movement. As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I let myself hear the content of their dialogue. They weren't talking about the erotic stories on the 'net anymore. They were now discussing parts of a woman's body. Various phrases drifted over the water, and I eavesdropped shamelessly. "How beautiful a woman's breast is when it is firm and upright, and when it has a kind of secondary breast that lies just under the surface of the areola," the man opined. "I think the nipple is perfect when it is hard and straight, with a squared-off end like a pencil eraser," the woman replied. "Yes, I agree. Did you ever notice how attractive blond pubic hair is, the wispiness that only partly hides the narrow crevasse of the pink-lipped cunt?" the man continued. "I was thinking of the beauty of an excited woman's cunt, when it becomes engorged with blood and swells up until it looks something like a fuzzy, ripe peach. Those juices running down the slice until they drip into the rosebud of her asshole, and then down onto the plastic cushion of the deck chair," the woman added. "Wait a minute," I thought.... did she say 'deck chair'? WOW, this wasn't an abstract discussion of an anonymous woman's sexual parts. They were talking about me, and through squinting eyes, I looked into their faces and saw their gazes fixed directly on my totally exposed body! Those double-mounded breasts and the swollen, dripping cunt that they described with enthusiasm and admiration were mine. I realized that I was dripping with sexual tension and anticipation, now that I drew my attention back to my own cunt. This was so arousing to me -- being discussed as if I was not here. And the complements were making me feel so amazingly good. Intellectually I knew myself to be an attractive and healthy looking woman, but every once in a while, doubts would creep in. Just a few minutes ago I was comparing myself to these two beautiful people and feeling like I was coming up short, so it boosted my ego to hear myself praised by these same people. Their appreciation of my sexual attributes had had a not-too-unexpected effect on them. Dropping my hidden gaze down the man's body, I could see his erection pointing straight up into the air, and the woman reached over his thigh and began to squeeze and fondle his cock. In turn, his hand inserted itself between her thighs and she spread her legs invitingly. I had thought myself uninhibited to remain lying there for them to see. But their lack of inhibition took my breath away. Didn't they think I might wake up? Maybe they didn't care, or maybe they were hoping that I will wake up? They certainly hadn't been speaking in whispers, for I had been able to hear every word over that short expanse of water. Again I was wondering what I should do next, and my thoughts were preempted by their actions. "Sweetie," the woman said, "I don't need much foreplay at the moment. This scenery and our conversation have me so turned on!" "Oh? You are ready to be fucked, my darling? the man inquired with a huge grin. In reply she squeezed and pumped his cock slowly, looking into his eyes and saying, "You better get busy and fuck me right here and right now!" They spoke so explicitly to each other! I almost gasped out loud, and I prayed I was not blushing so much they would notice. "Perhaps we should wait a bit, you randy little thing," he teased her. She laughed at that. "Please get with the program, stud. My cunt needs attention -- right now!" she pleaded. With that, she twisted around so that she was kneeling on the deck with her rear end pointing right at me. He knelt beside her and reached over her ass cheeks and ran a finger down into the crease of her cunt. Now that they had turned their faces away from me, I could open my eyes more fully, and that allowed me a better view. The first thing I noticed was that both of them were shaved completely. There was not a single hair on either of their pubic areas. It made them seem younger, although they were obviously not teenagers. In their current positions, I could see her cunt looking just like the peach (lacking the fuzz, though) that she saw in my cunt, with the wet split down the middle. His cock jutted out and arched up, occasionally bumping into her hip as he slid his finger back and forth in her cunt, massaging her clitoris. She was obviously enjoying this stimulation, but she not fully satisfied by it. "Dammit, Bart, I want your cock," she moaned. Apparently the use of his name signaled that she was getting impatient with his teasing. He finally relented to her begging, murmuring "Here it comes, Nina. Brace yourself, sweetheart," and positioned himself behind her ass, his toes draped over the edge of the dock. My view of her cunt was now gone, but was replaced by his smooth derriere with rippling muscles fluttering around as he inserted his cock into her cunt. Once he was deeply embedded, he shifted his weight onto his left knee, and lifted his right foot up and over her leg. His right thigh was almost up over her ass; now I could see his hairless balls dangling below his exposed asshole. Since they were both facing directly away now, I leaned forward and craned my neck towards them. One of my fingers began to idly toy with my clitoris, but I was too enchanted with the view to pay much attention to myself. Nina began emitting a sharp grunt each time Bart sheathed his long curved cock deep into the scabbard of her vagina. Her shoulders dropped to the deck, one forearm cradling her head. Her other hand reached under herself and I could see exactly what she was doing in the shadows of their thighs. She was using four of her fingers to prod and juggle his balls, and as he sawed back and forth, she extended her thumb back into the valley of her cunt, so that it could rub hard over her clitoris. The work of her hand resulted in the reward she sought, for now they were both howling and hollering. Maybe this was similar to what I must have sounded like when I was masturbating a few hours ago. I was amazed at how long they were able to keep this up. They seemed so close to the peak of their excitement, but they held off having their orgasms. When they appeared to be getting close, the man became motionless, and the woman rocked herself methodically on his cock. When the time finally arrived, he grasped her hips and pulled her ass hard into his groin as he repeatedly lunged his cock into her as if he were the piston in a motorcycle engine. I could see his sweat-shiny ass cheeks glistening in the hot sunlight. His muscles suddenly tensed up and he stopped moving as his orgasm seized control. At this moment, Nina screamed that she was cumming also, and she started to grind her ass around in a circular motion against him. In the throes of their orgasm, I was astonished as Bart swiveled his upper body around so that he was facing me again, and his eyes locked with mine. A broad and friendly smile covered his face, and the tip of his tongue licked around his lips. As his orgasm reached its peak, his eyes clenched shut, and he surprised us all by arching his body backwards, which shifted his weight enough to pull Nina and himself out over the edge of the dock. Joined together still at the hips, they flailed their arms outwards and splashed into the water, sinking below the surface. Where did they go, I wondered? They had disappeared for at least 30 seconds, and the surface of the water became mirror-still again. With the glare of the sun, I couldn't see through the reflective veneer. I shielded my eyes, and gazed intently into the reflections. I was really beginning to worry about their disappearance, when they scared the daylights out of me by launching themselves out of the water like cruise missiles! They were only 3 or 4 feet in front of my position, and splashed water all over my sun-heated skin. It made me jump up from my chair. On impulse, I leaped into the air, curling myself into a tight cannonball, and landed next to them in the lake. When I came to the surface, we wordlessly come together in a three-way embrace. Each of my hands slid down a naked back and grabbed hold of a hard ass cheek. They did the same to me. I had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a week here in the Maine woods. I had thought I was here to get away from it all in complete solitude. Now it appeared that I'd stumbled into a wild and animalistic orgy that will both excite and relax me in a way that I could only dream about. "Will I need any of the clothes that I brought?" was a strange thought that propped unbidden into my mind. I hoped not. Time would tell. I was tingling all over, thinking about the rest of the week, and what it might bring. (Note: this will be continued in "The Maine Events 02: Film at Eleven") The Maine Events Ch. 02 Note: tons of gratitude to MollyCactus, a wonderful Literotica writer who did amazing and patient work on editing this series of three stories. She is a sweetheart. And a slut. With a brain! Thanks honey! The young couple that I had observed and then met this afternoon (see my story "The Maine Events 01 - On the Dock") had invited me over to their cabin for dinner. So I cleaned up and dressed in a simple but enticing outfit: a thin white leotard with a long white skirt. It was warm enough to be barefoot. I'd brought along a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio, and I was a little bit on edge. I guessed that it was due to knowing that something wild would undoubtedly happen that evening, but not knowing exactly what? With who? Mmmm, I knew that it would be exciting, but these two people were so athletically young, so finely sculpted, so open and enthusiastic. Would I be 'good' enough and young enough to keep up? Nervousness aside, I was also anxious to see what happened, so I quickly walked down to the dock, and stepped into the water, lifting the hem of my dress to keep it dry. I waded along the rocky shoreline and stepped up onto their dock, then up the path to their cabin. I'd never walked over there from my cabin before. It was a gorgeous place, in an elegant log-cabin style with a wrap-around screened-in porch and wide steps leading up to the door. As I approached the door, I could see a fire burning in the huge fieldstone fireplace, and framed by the yellow glow of the flames, there they were, embracing in an intimate and beautiful way. My footsteps on the porch warned them of my arrival, and they unwrapped themselves from each other in an unhurried way and came over to the door to welcome me. I gave Nina and Bart each warm but innocent hugs. Bart went inside to open and pour the wine, while Nina and I stood looking out towards the lake and the fiery hues of the sunset. We were standing very close together, side by side, and after a few moments our shoulders were touching. It was a tender moment of silent sharing of the spectacular radiance, which was broken by her whispering a few words, so quietly that I had to ask her to repeat herself. A bit louder, she said, "I'd like to ask you for a favor. Bart and I have something we'd like your help with after dinner." "What do you need help with?" I inquired. "Well," she replied, "we got a special thrill out of having you watch us make love this afternoon. We talked it over, and we think that you are the perfect person to help us with this project that we have been fantasizing about for a while." "Of course I'll help," I assured her, thinking that they were hoping for a menage-a-trois, which would be more than fine with me. But that is not exactly what Nina and Bart had in mind, I now learned. "You see, we have a new video camera. And we would like to use it to record ourselves fucking," Nina went on to explain (She is so matter-of-fact about using that word. It is certainly not a dirty word in her vocabulary!). "We hope that you will be our camera person." "But I don't know anything about using that kind of equipment," I told her. In the back of my mind, I was feeling a bit disappointed, because being the archivist of their coupling seemed a very passive and cold role, compared to being actively involved in the sex. "Oh, don't worry. This camera is incredibly easy to use – just point and shoot. It is auto-focus, auto-everything. It does really good closeups, and has a light on the top of it," Nina reassured me. "You don't have to do anything but turn it on, look through the viewfinder, maybe use the zoom a little, and film whatever you like to look at while we are fucking. I think that you'll enjoy it. Please? We would really appreciate your help." There was something irresistibly likable and candid about Nina and the way she made this request of me, and despite my hesitation, I said, "Yes, OK. I'll do my best to assist you." With that she gave me another hug. She was a few inches shorter than me, and the way that her head nestles in the crook of my neck felt kind of motherly. After all, I was about 15 years her senior. Our affectionate embrace was interrupted by Bart's reappearance with three glasses of the wine. As we all sipped the wine and watched the last tendrils of color slip from the sky, Nina tells Bart, "Sue has nicely agreed to help us, hon." Bart was even more appreciative than was Nina, and he gave me a hug that was not nearly as familial. He was so lean and muscular, and his straight blond hair smelled clean and fresh. His hot breath flowed by my ear in a way that made me tingle a little. His hands started a massage of my back, kneading my shoulders, then working down my spine to my waist. I felt Nina press her body up behind me, and her breath at my other ear. One of her hands played through my hair, and the fingers of the other traced circles around my cheek and face. I grasped my arms around Bart's neck and let the simple tactile pleasures of this moment wash over me. It was sexual and innocent at the same time. I hadn't realized that I was tense, but now I could feel the tension flowing out of me like sand through an hour-glass. I was supported by the voluptuous moment, and whatever reservations or disappointment I felt at hearing their proposal was completely dissipated. I knew I would do anything for them right then. The moment was broken by a growling sound, and in the tangle of our interwoven bodies, no one of us could tell exactly whose stomach was gurgling. But it was obviously time for dinner, so that we would be ready for the rest of the evening. I appreciated Nina's foresight in preparing a light dinner. She had created an incredible caesar salad, piled high with crisp leaf lettuce and even a sprinkling of lobster meat. This was just the right kind of meal that wouldn't leave us feeling bloated and heavy. During dinner, I learned more about the two of them. They were both yoga instructors at a center in New York. That fit in with their healthy, vibrant appearance and attitude. "Maybe I should take up yoga," I thought. "There is so much to admire in these two gorgeous people." At the end of the meal, Nina cleared the table and Bart got out the camera. I was surprised how easy that thing was to operate. It only weighed a couple of pounds, and it fit easily in one hand. It was hardly any bigger than a fat paperback book, with a little light stuck onto the top of it. A thin cord trailed from the back of the camera, so that it could be plugged in. I guessed that meant that we will not be restricted by battery life. The flip-out color viewfinder was large enough for me to see the picture clearly. "This should be easy," I told Bart. "Somehow, I had expected tripods, big lights, and so on." I was pleased. Equipment such as I had envisioned would have been obtrusive, and would could only have distracted from the spontaneity of the moment. This little video camera would hardly be noticed. Now I was looking forward to this. My fear of technology was replaced by a newfound confidence in the user-friendliness of that little camera. "After all," I chided myself, "I got over my apprehension about computers, didn't I?" We all got back together in the living room. When I asked what they proposed for a start, Nina once again surprised me. "Before you start filming," she explained, "I'd like to shave my cunt and also Bart's crotch. I want us to look our best for this event, We plan to be re-watching this video for years to come." "That's OK with me," I assured her. "In fact, I've never shaved myself, and I wouldn't know really how to do it. I want to video this part too." I grinned a bit impishly. "Maybe this will become a series on educational TV." She and Bart laughed at that idea. Nina left the living room for a few minutes to get her shaving supplies, and Bart threw several more large logs onto the fire, setting up a really big blaze that lit the room in a warm golden glow. The air in the room felt like it was getting warm too, both with the heat from the fire as well as the heat that was building up inside me. The idea of filming the two of them was first broached over an hour before, and since then, the notion was growing on me more and more. I knew that the crotch of my leotard was getting moist, and it seemed to keep creeping up between my labia. Bart took off his shirt, and I decided that I'll be more comfortable without that long dress. Whatever small sense of modesty that I still clung to at that point would be satisfied by my leotard, I figured. Although that leotard was so tight and sheer that my arousal would be apparent right through the material. Not that Bart and Nina hadn't seen me aroused before! Nina returned with a thick terrycloth beach towel that she spread on the overstuffed armless couch... I guess it could called an ottoman. Bart had pulled it up near the fireplace. Nina had changed into a short silk robe, and she now removed this. As she laid herself down on the couch and settled into a comfortable position, I turned on the camera. The light helped to illuminate the shadowy areas, but the warm golden color from the fireplace was still evident. I started at Nina's face, and then panned down her body until I reached her cunt. She spread her legs so that her feet fell to either side of the couch, and her hairless cunt opened up and revealed it's not-so-secret interior folds and dampness. I leaned over closer, so that the image in the camera was filled entirely by her cunt area. Getting this close, I could see why she wanted to shave. There was just a hint of blond stubble. Her finger suddenly intruded into the picture, and she gently pushed and probed with it, pulling her labia open even more, so that the slick pinkness of her inner lips, and the dark, ragged opening of her vagina, all became momentarily visible. When her finger withdrew, I saw a splash of liquid appear. Holding the camera in place, I pulled my eye away from the viewfinder so that I could see what was happening more fully. Bart had a pump bottle of some kind of clear baby oil, and he was drenching Nina's cunt with it. Then he picked up a small disposable razor and approached her. With my eye back to the camera, I watched him methodically rake the blade of the razor over her skin. He started on her belly and swiped it downwards over her mons, making parallel cuts, almost as if he was mowing the lawn. The thick sheen of oil was removed by each cut, and so was the barely visible stubble. He left behind a lightly oiled and smooth surface that was just a bit pinker than the surrounding flesh. "Spread your thighs wider, lover", he told Nina. She obediently pulled her legs outward and grasped her knees. Her thighs were sticking straight out from her hips. I guessed that all of her yoga training made her more flexible. I stepped around, moving inside her leg on the opposite side of the couch from Bart. As I did this, I pulled the camera further back so that I could see all of Nina's body spread out below me. Her light brown hair was spread out all around her head like an aura, and it reminded me a bit of a famous Marilyn Monroe picture. She had a blissful, serene look on her face. In another person, that wide-spread layout would look totally lewd and even pornographic. But on Nina, the look was mainly the look of healthy all-American girl-next-door. Just like her way of saying the word "fuck" didn't come across as being dirty, her unselfconsciousness about being naked and totally exposed seemed natural and normal. Zooming back down to her crotch, I saw the razor had started stripping the oil and stubble from her outer labia. In the process, the folds of her skin were pushed all around, and Bart was being very careful to not go too far into the tender flesh of her inner cunt. When he was finished with this area, he even started to shave around her asshole, although I couldn't see much stubble for him to remove. I think this must have tickled her a little, because the muscles in her inner thighs twitched from time to time, and her asshole clenched and loosened in a kind of rhythmic way. The opening to her rectum was so wonderfully shaped, not ragged and hard looking. It was soft and round and supple. Mostly assholes say "forbidden and dirty" to me in loud shouts. But Nina's was not like that at all. The words that came to mind were "lush and enticing and clean." And that beauty extended to her entire cunt. As Bart rubbed away the remaining baby oil, I moved around so that I was right at the foot of the couch, aiming directly up through her cunt. When the towel was removed, the view was terrific. I was not accustomed to seeing a clean-shaven cunt, nor had I seen any cunt (even my own) that close up and well lit. The surrounding skin was smooth as silk, without any blemish or bump. I was surprised by the uniform color of her outer lips. I had expected them to be darker than the surrounding flesh. Even more unusual and breathtaking were her inner labia. They were tiny flaps of skin that are a dark purple in color, and they were perfectly symmetrical and laid outwards like the flower petals of a Sweet Pea. Between these inner lips was the opening to her vagina, and there I saw the folds and ragged edges inside. Just above her vagina was a very small twist of flesh that hid her piss hole, and then above that was a ridge of flesh that held her clitoris. I zoomed in as close as the camera allowed, and I could see how the ridge sloped down gradually toward her tummy, and much more steeply to the sides. At the lower end of the ridge, the end closest to me, the ridge ended in a kind of cliff, interrupted by the smooth and shiny round boulder that was her clitoris. All of the other parts were flesh colored and flushed pink, but her clitoris was pale, almost white. Again, as in every other part of this incredible woman's body, I could only think of how perfectly sculpted she was. Now that she had been shaved, it was Bart's turn. Nina stood up and knelt in front of him, right in front of the blazing fire. We were all very warm, and a light sheen of sweat reflected the flames across their skin. Reaching up to the waist of his elastic waist cotton pants, she pulled them down gradually. When his cock was revealed, I was surprised that it was not completely hard. But it was big, even in repose as it eased down onto his thighs, slightly crooked over to the right side. Then I noticed Bart was not circumcised! How unusual. When I saw him earlier this afternoon, I hadn't realized that, since I was 40 feet away, and he was so erect that I suppose that the skin was pulled back naturally. Here I could see the skin covering the entire head. Actually, just a bit of the head was peaking out from the crinkled lips at the edge of his foreskin, which was longer on underside. The thick ridge at the base of the crown of the head was evident under the skin, and purplish veins stood up from the surface of the entire length. In addition to his being uncircumcised, the fact that he too was shaved was a feast for my curious eyes. As I continued to view him through the camera, he stepped out of his pants, and Nina lifted his heavy cock in her fingertips, and brought her lips to the tip. Her tongue snaked out from between her lips and flicked at the small patch of unhooded glans. Then her tongue became more pointed, and it started to burrow under the foreskin. Again I zoomed in close, and from my vantage point above and to the side, I could see the tip of her tongue within the sheath of skin. Her probing began randomly, but then she started going around and around the head, still under the foreskin. Her long red-painted fingernails started raking lightly over the rest of his cock. It came as no surprise to me that Bart's cock was getting bigger and thicker. It had been big enough in its flaccid state. Now it was becoming stiffer, and for a moment, Nina pulled her hands and tongue away. His cock was jutting straight outwards and the foreskin now covered only a half-inch of the head, hiding only the flange around the edge. Nina again kissed the tip, and lapped lightly upwards over the piss hole. Then her lips closed over the end of his cock, and she started pushing her face forward incrementally and slowly. When her lips reached the edge of his foreskin, she just pushed it back with her lips, and eventually the bunch of skin slid under her tightly pursed lips and into mouth. Further and further she went, drawing more of his cock deeper into her eager mouth. Her eyes were locked on his and her hands reached around Bart and grasped his ass cheeks. I couldn't really tell whether she was pulling him into her mouth with her hands, or if she was sucking him in with her mouth. Whichever it was, his length of hardening flesh was gradually disappearing. Since he was becoming harder and longer during this descent I could only estimate how big he had become, but it seemed like plenty. If it were me sucking him in this deep, I knew that it would be difficult. But Nina's eyes communicated how relaxed and simple this was for her. I mused, "Is there a yoga exercise for throats?" Nina had taken in Bart's entire cock. Her nose was pushed up into the base of his tummy. What restraint they both had, for neither had initiated any kind of pulsing motion. They were absolutely still. From the hollowing of Nina's cheeks, I could see that she was applying a lot of suction. Soon she started to pull her head back away, and the wet and skin-tight surface of Bart's cock was again revealed. What was once a very pale flesh color was now bright pink. Her suction had brought blood not only into the erectile tissues, but also into the surface of the skin. It was kind of like a giant hickey, I supposed. When Nina's lips finally released their grip from his cock head, I could now see how big he had become. The upwards arc of his cock was very pronounced. Nina instructed Bart, "Lie down for me, hun." Turning to me,she explained, "It actually helps to have an erection when shaving a man. Some of the hair grows right on the base of Bart's cock, and having the skin tight makes for a better and more comfortable shave. And anyway, I love giving Bart a blow job." As if I couldn't tell! So Bart's shave proceeded, much as Nina's did. A liberal application of the oil to begin, and then she used one hand to hold his rigid cock out of the way as she mowed the surrounding area, and then she carefully worked the razor up the column of his cock. Then she let Bart's cock flop down onto his belly, were it reached all the way to his navel. A drop of his clear precum oozed out of the tip and fell slowly into his navel. I tooke a moment to zero in on this little scene. It was a remarkably sexy turn-on to see this in close-up. Nina was now shaving Bart's balls, which were smoother and tighter than most others that I had seen. That must have made this shaving much easier. At least Nina made it look easy, but she apparently had had lots of practice. After asking him to spread his legs more, she shaved all around his asshole too. His was a little darker around the edge than Nina's was, but it also was not as crinkled as I expected. When the job was done, Nina and Bart both stood sideways in front of the fire, and I scanned the camera all over their perfectly shaved and smooth bodies. While I was occupied with this filming, they started caressing each other. Bart's hands wandered and explored Nina's face, her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples. She raised her arms straight up, and he rubbed into her underarms. She showed no sign of being ticklish, but her nipples started to become bigger. Bart turned their bodies around, so that Nina's back was towards him, and her front was facing me and the camera. As I recorded their foreplay, he started to trace his fingertips around her skin, which was golden with the light of the flames. Using his fingernails, he drew invisible lines and circles under her neck and up to her face. Then his nails scratched lightly down onto her shoulders, and up her up-reaching arms. He grasped her hands and pulled upwards, pulling her taller, making her delicate musculature stand out even more. The Maine Events Ch. 02 He resumed tracing abstract designs onto her arms, and down into her armpits. I focused the camera on her face, and I was struck by her trance-like countenance. Her eyes stared straight ahead, hardly blinking, but I could see some tension etched into her facial muscles. Keeping still and avoiding the temptation of succumbing to the tickling was becoming difficult, but she was disciplined enough to stay in place as Bart's fingers drag down her sides, bumping over her ribs one by one. Now he reached around to continue his finger-painting on her flat tummy, poking into her navel. And then upwards onto the overhand of her projecting ribcage, and then up more, onto the upslopes of her volcanic breasts, which were pulled up and together by her arms-in-the-air position. Now the pressure of his fingertips was pressing harder, and I zoomed in closer. His fingers left pale tracks in her pinkish gold skin, but within seconds, the tracks disappeared, like jet contrails in the sky. Bart's fingers were drawing circles around her nipples, around and around. The circles were getting smaller, spiraling in on the obvious targets, the erect nubbins of her nipples. They were sticking out like pencil erasers, covered with tiny bumps. The tips of her nipples each had a small indentation. Soon his fingers were centered on her nipples, and Bart finally stopped his scratching, drawing motions, and he cupped his palms under her breasts, with his thumb and first finger seizing the nipples. He began to roll the ends, lightly at first, then harder. As he fondled her nipples, he also gently pulled them up and away from her chest, pulling her breasts into elongated cones. Then he used his palms to pump at the fleshy base of her breasts. When I briefly focused the camera back up to her face, I could see that she now had the tip of her tongue poking out between her tightly drawn lips, and her eyes were closed. Back to her breasts, and as Bart's hands released their grip, I noticed that Nina's breath had become much more rapid, and her skin was covered with a sheen of perspiration. She was trying so hard to keep her composure, but the tickling and the breast massage were very arousing to her (and to me, for I could feel the crotch of my leotard getting more moist, and my own nipples straining against the tight Lycra fabric). The camera followed Bart's hands down over her tummy, and then over the front of her hips. When he reached her thighs, he gently pulled outwards, encouraging her to spread her legs. This revealed shiny streaks of slick moisture running from her crotch down onto her inner thighs. While she had maintained tight control over her body's motions during Bart's finger-painting, her vaginal juices were not so easily disciplined. The sweet secretions had overflowed their warm vessel and seeped though the smoothly shaved tissues. I brought the camera close and refocused on the tracks, and I could now see a fresh droplet of this nectar, a clear, glossy bump reaching the end of a track. I followed it down as it was pulled by gravity, blazing a fresh trail down her silky skin. It acted like a tiny magnifying class, like dew drops on a fallen leaf in Autumn. God, this was erotic to watch so close-up. I'd been known to make the crotch of my panties damp, but Nina's unrestrained flow was evidence of her heightened arousal. Just as some men exude more precum than others, so it is with women. Nina was an extreme example! Her body was preparing itself for being invaded by Bart's one-man army. She would be welcoming rather than resisting this conquistador! I'd widened my camera view so that I was now seeing Nina's entire waist and upper legs. Bart had bent his knees enough to make up for the fact that her legs were spread wide apart. This put his hips low enough so that he could grab his hard cock and guide it between her ass cheeks and through to the front. Between her thighs there suddenly appeared the end of Bart's cock. The uncircumcised foreskin was pulled back and bunched up behind the ridge of the head. The upwards curvature brought it up so that it pressed Nina's shaven cunt lips apart. They sort of wrapped themselves around the shaft and loose foreskin, and it truly appeared that his cock was part of her cunt. Only two or three inches of cock extended beyond her smooth mons. Bart reached around Nina again, and he resumed the finger tracing that he was doing before. This time, his canvas was the tight, shaven flesh around her cunt. He rubbed and pulled the skin, gradually walking his fingers inwards and downwards onto her inner thighs, where he squeegeed her dripping cunt juices upwards, making a massage oil that he rubbed into her outer cunt lips and his cock head. Everything was so reflective and glistening with this clear lubrication. I could see a few drops of Bart's precum bubbling from his piss hole. He was using one of his hands to exert some upwards pull on the exposed part of his cock. The purpose of this maneuver was obvious. It applied pressure into the folds of Nina's cunt. In fact, it served to press her clitoral hood forward and into view, which tried to impress itself into the firm flesh of his cock head. Her milky white clitoris peeked out from the hood to one side of his cock. She was being incredibly stimulated by the almost imperceptible back and forth motion of his cock. Her puffy labia, the opening to her vagina, and her clitoris were all being rubbed and squashed by the taut column of man-flesh lancing through her cunt. Again I pulled the camera back further so that I could now see their entire bodies. Nina's arms had finally relinquished their straight up position. But instead of falling forward, she had let them bend backward (yoga, again). Her hands had pulled Bart's head forward onto one of her shoulders, and she was running her fingers though his full head of hair – the only hair on his body. He was rubbing his face into her blond tresses. They were both totally absorbed into their intertwined, interactive sculpture. At this moment, Bart finally tired of his difficult bent-knee position, so he pulled his cock out from between her thighs and sat back onto the end of the ottoman. Leaning back a little, he rested his weight onto his hands on the couch behind him. Nina slid her feet backwards so that she was straddling the couch, facing away from Bart, her ass pressing into his upper chest. She was facing toward me and the camera, but she showed no interest in what I am doing. She reached between her thighs and grabbed Bart's wet cock. It was so hard and erect (and slippery) that it required some effort to pull it away from his stomach. But when she got it directed upward and slightly forward, she bent her knees a little. This slowly lowered her cunt down toward the helmet-shaped end of his cock. As she dropped down, I shuffled my knees forward so that I could get closer and closer, positioning myself right between Bart's knees. Eventually, I discovered that I couldn't get any closer without losing my ability to focus the camera. But I was close enough. Completely filling the rectangular image in the viewfinder was the head of Bart's cock, and the tubular ridges of Nina's labia. The little purple flaps of her inner lips were spread like the wings of a dove over just the piss hole of his cock. They were a little thicker and darker than they were when I was looking at them during Nina's shaving. At the top of the viewfinder was the white marble shape of Nina's distended clitoris. As I watched this incredible tableau, I could see more clear fluids seeping around the edge of her open lips and down onto his cock. This was a combination of each of their juices, a cocktail of love, a potion of carnal desire. The purple wings of her inner labia started to spread further apart, and I saw the wet surface of his cock head slowly disappear into the hidden recess of her vagina. Something about it made it appear that her cunt was actually sucking Bart's cock into her. When her lips reached the edge of his crown, they actually popped over the edge and squeezed down onto the shaft. Bart's bunched foreskin was pushed downward by the pursed inner labia. I realized that Nina's cunt was incredibly tight, despite her wide open stance and her lubricated canal. As hard as Bart's cock had become, she was still squeezing its circumference like a boa constrictor. She continued to drop her hips, swallowing his long cock millimeter by millimeter. Eventually, the ring of foreskin was consumed by her patient yet voracious cunt. The raised tube on the underside of his cock protruded and divided her purple labia. The veins on his cock were raised and blue from the clamping pressure of her vagina. I kept the camera focused tight to the creeping juncture that joined the two of them. Still she continued downward, her dark inner lips being drawn inward and up into her cunt, pulled in along with his cock. Eventually, she reached the bottom of his pole. Her ass cheeks were pressed tight onto his hips. Neither of them moved. How could they resist the temptation to start pistoning his cock into her cunt? As I observed her stretched vaginal opening, I could see some pulsing in the tight flesh. She was contracting and softening her vaginal muscles in a rhythmic pattern, massaging Bart's cock in the hot wet vise. This scenario was more than I could stand, and I found I could no longer be a passive bystander. I was holding the camera mainly in my right hand, and I steadied myself by resting that elbow on Bart's left knee. I let my rear end drop down so that I could support some of my weight on my heels. One heel slipped between my cheeks and insinuated itself into the folds of my own cunt. I hadn't realized how aroused I had become, but my heel squished into a swamp of hot dampness, and prodded at my clitoris. I wanted to make a physical connection with these beautiful sexual animals, so my left hand let go of the camera and reached forward, riding along the sweaty surface of Bart's right thigh. My hand was drawn like a moth to a flame, the heat of their commingled crotches. In the viewfinder, I finally saw the tips of my fingers, my red-painted nails in sharp contrast to the pink and white tinged with gold. It was somehow as if my fingers and my impulses were completely divorced from the part of me that was watching through the camera. As I watched those foreign fingers, they massaged Nina's bulging smooth outer labia. I pinched and pulled at the full flesh. I let my thumb drop down and ring around the incredible thickness of base of Bart's cock. My fingers reached under his balls and juggled them. I could feel the pulsations that emanated from deep inside Nina's vagina. I now realized that Bart was contributing to the throbbing in Nina's cunt. He was tensing up his cock, contracting his cock muscles in the same tempo as Nina's contractions. Without planning it, my fingers figured out exactly how to become part of Bart and Nina's interaction. My middle finger slid up the valley between his two balls, and my fingertip pressed hard into the resilient tube under his cock, becoming a part of his cock. Sliding further up his cock, my finger entered right into Nina's vagina. At first, it seemed like there wouldn't be enough room for me, but Nina's flesh loosened its grip just enough, and she encouraged, "Oh yes, Sue! Push it in all the way." When I did, two of my other fingers slid up on the outside of her skin, and ended up straddling her clitoris. I squeezed them in towards each other, and they pinched in onto the hard nub of her clitoris. The length of my middle finger was rubbing into the sensitive underside of Bart's cock, and the fingertip was tickling right at the edge of the crown, all encased in the throbbing grasp of Nina's cunt. The knuckles of this finger bumped and grated against her G spot. All the while, my own heel was pressed hard into my own cunt, and I had subconsciously started to rock back and forth, massaging my own clitoris with this blunt probe. The crotch of my leotard was impressed deep into my crack. Nina and Bart remained motionless, except for their contractions within her cunt. My left hand pushed in and out, riding the arrow of Bart's cock. My fingertips flicked and diddled Nina's clitoris. My palm brushed the smooth flesh of Bart's balls. This wasn't going to take long, I was sure. I knew that I was getting close to my orgasm, and Nina's whole body started to shiver and jerk in minute vibrations. Bart's balls began to lift and churn in their sack. More and more juices were squeezed out from the hairline seam around the rim of Nina's cunt, flooding my fingers and palm with aromatic sticky fluid. We were perfectly synchronized. Nina and Bart both started to moan and sigh, and Nina hunched her hips back and down, her tummy tilting forward so that she could exert even more pressure onto her G spot from my knuckles. This in turn pressed my finger even harder into Bart's cock. Finally, Nina unfroze and rose up and down three times in rapid succession. Three times, Bart's magnificent cock appeared and disappeared. In the viewfinder, things were becoming hard to comprehend, I abandoned my attempts to watch through the lens. But I kept the camera frozen in position as I let my own orgasm rise up from my cunt and envelop my whole body. I felt like my heel was going to squash my clitoris so flat that it would never recover, but I continued to press down hard and rock back and forth. Bart's balls pulled up tight against the base of his cock, and I could feel the pulses inside his balls, as they began pumping out his load of semen. Nina rose up one more time. This time, she maintained her position. Bart's cock head was now nestled into the purple inner labia, which were quivering along with the rest of her body. The first jet of Bart's cream sprayed upwards with such force that it separated those inner lips, and exposed the gaping entrance of Nina's vagina. He hosed spurt after spurt into the churning cavern, and the pearly white semen hung in stringy stalactites from the pink and purple flesh of Nina's cunt. As my fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped out more and more streams, gooey ropes of the stuff rained down onto my hand. Nina had brought one of her hands around so that she could take up the stimulation of her clitoris, and she too was going over the top, engulfed in wave after wave of her orgasm. An incredible amount of clear fluid started to drip out of her vagina, intermingling with the white semen to form swirling streaks. We had all been so intent on our physical sensations that it came as a surprise to me to discover that we were all making plenty of sound as well. Nina was making an intense, high pitched humming sound, and Bart was grunting in rhythm with his continuing ejaculations. I was chanting hoarsely, saying, "yes....yes.......YYYEEESSSS." This was amazing. We were so involved, so intertwined, so absorbed by the waves of our simultaneous orgasms. Fragrant liquids, animalistic sounds bound us together in this moment in time... And it was all recorded for posterity. I hoped that they would let me have a copy of this videotape. I wanted to relive and enjoy this moment again and again. (Note: this will be continued in "The Maine Events 03: To Serve and Protect") The Maine Events Ch. 03 Chapter 03: To Serve and Protect After a couple of days at the vacation cabin in the back woods of Maine (see the first two stories in "The Maine Events"), and plenty of titillation and hi-jinx with my new friends from the neighboring cottage, I had run out of groceries. Wild sex burns so many calories! I drove to the market in the village for fresh supplies. On the way back, I was really enjoying the wild and free feeling that comes from zipping down that gravel road in my Miata convertible. It was a warm, sunny day, and the wind flowed through my long blond hair, which streamed out behind me. My thin silk blouse was pressed against my chest, and I could even feel the pressure of the wind buffeting against the super-sensitive nerve endings in my nipples. They were becoming quite erect, and looking down, I could see all the detailed topography of my nipples and areolae: the swells and bumps and even a hint of the pink color showing through the sheer material. My attention to the road was tenuous at best, and my arousal led me to mentally relive some of the moments I had spent during the past few days here in Maine. That first day especially: watching my clean-shaven neighbors through squinted eyes as they played each other's bodies like finely tuned instruments. Mmmm. As those images cavorted around in my mind, I was feeling sexier and sexier. I just had to play with my breasts for a minute. The silk was plastered to me like a second skin, and it felt unbelievably sensuous as used my left hand to massage the firm and plump flesh of first one, and then the other breast. My nipples got some needed attention, being prodded and pinched and tweaked. I could feel tickles of muted sexual energy radiating down into the depths of my belly, and eventually I let my hand slide down from my breasts, and my fingers threaded themselves between the blouse buttons and poked gently into my navel, stirring up more passion. I was struggling to keep some small portion of my attention on the road, and I let my speed drop to a more controllable rate. But I couldn't resist letting my hand continue to slide further "south" until it hooked around the hem of my short skirt, and turn upward toward my moistening target. My thighs parted as much as they could under the cramped circumstances, and the edge of my skirt blew up in the wind so that I had free access to the crotch of my panties. Even before my fingers reached all the way up to my satin-covered cunt, I knew that they would be greeted by a spreading wet spot. That certainly turned out to be the case. If it wasn't for the wind, I surely would have been inhaling the sultry aromas of my juices. I started by sliding my index finger up and down through the separating outer labia. The combination of moisture and the red satin created an incredibly friction-free lubricant. And I discovered that I could hook my finger down and in so that the tip of my finger could trace all the way from where my asshole pressed against the seat, up into the entrance to my vagina, over my urethra, and finally popping over my clitoris. Repeating this motion several times, I found my entire body twitching each time that my fingertip bobbled my clitoris, and this resulted in a little swerve of the car. Fortunately, that road from the village to my cabin was deserted and fairly wide, for I was straddling and swerving around the imaginary center line of the gravel road. "Jeez, that feels so good," I thought. I was tempted to just pull over to the roadside so that I could really masturbate with vigor, maybe using both hands, one on my cunt and the other massaging and twisting my tingling nipples. I knew that if I did, my clitoris and my breasts would feel connected to one another in a triangular vortex. The raw sexual energy would echo back and forth among these erogenous zones, strengthening with each reverberation until I reached the crest of my orgasm. "Yes. Oh yes! That's what feels good," I thought. "And I need it, a I deserve it. This is my vacation, after all." As these thoughts flitted, trancelike, through my mind, I continued to teasingly pluck at my clitoris as if it was the string of a standup bass. Suddenly my trance was broken as I noticed that I was coming up on the driveway to the cabin. I needed to pull my left hand quickly up from my crotch to the steering wheel so that I could swerve my little sports car into the driveway. I made the turn without mishap, and once I had my car about 30 feet away from the road, I turned off the ignition. Tilting my head back on the headrest, I stared up though the thick branches of the birches around me. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, and the birds chirping away, was both relaxing and mesmerizing. I was just about to fulfill my preconceived notion of masturbating when I heard another car rumbling down the gravel road. I was unconcerned, knowing that I was hidden away in my driveway. I was surprised when the sound of car on gravel let me know instinctively that the oncoming car had pulled into my driveway, right behind me. I whipped my head around, simultaneously pulling down my skirt, and looked to see who had intruded on my space, and on my intended auto-erotic plan. It was a state police car. "What the hell is happening?" I questioned myself silently. "I know that I wasn't paying very close attention to all of my surroundings while I was driving, but surely I was not speeding." It then dawned on me that the cop must have been following me, and was probably upset at my erratic driving skills. Several minutes passed, and I knew from having gotten speeding tickets that he was probably checking my plate number through his computer. But it made me feel tense and fidgety to just sit there waiting, especially as I had been so abruptly interrupted in my self-loving lust. I tried to relax by gazing down my driveway, wishing I was safe in my cabin where I could continue my plan in peace and quiet. Finally I heard the car door open and close. When I slowly turned my head to the left, I was staring right into the black shiny belt of the cop, and then I let my gaze scan upward to his face way above me. These little sports cars are low, and he was a magnificently tall and well-built specimen of a law enforcement officer. When my eyes found his, I could see that they were not locked on my eyes, but were instead wandering downward to my chest and my breasts which were straining against the white silk as my head tilted back. Surely my nipples were jutting out and clear to his sight. Then his eyes swept further down and he must have been looking at my skirt. When I too glanced down at myself, I could see that my attempt to pull down my skirt had been only partly successful. My panties were not visible, but most of the rest of my thighs were. I was startled to see streaks of moisture tracing down on the surface of my skin, reflecting the bright sunlight. These were obviously painted onto my thighs by my fingertips as they were hurriedly pulled away from my cunt. "Is that what he's looking at? I wondered. I began blushing as this chain of mental inquiry continued. "Does he know where that liquid originated? Is he imagining where those tracks of moisture lead as they disappear up under my hem?" "License and registration, please," he said, and I thought I detected a little catch in his voice. Perhaps this situation made him nervous too. I leaned over to the glove compartment, and I was sure that he could see from the smoothness of the silk stretched over my back that I was not wearing a bra. Men notice these things. I pulled the required items out of the glove compartment, and reached upwards with my left hand to give them to him. As he gripped the papers, I could see him take a deep breath, and it seemed likely that he could smell the strong odor of my cunt on my fingers. "Am I imagining it, or are his eyes twinkling with his insights about my behavior of a few moments ago?" raced through my mind, making my pulse accelerate. After all, it was only 3 or 4 minutes ago that I was firmly stoking my entire cunt, and now it appeared I was giving strong hints to a perfect stranger that I was recently masturbating. Handing my papers back to me, he proceeded to give me a lecture about my poor driving, and he explained that this could be very dangerous. But his tone of voice was not harsh, or scolding, or condescending. He was actually very gentle and compassionate, and his words sounded like sweet honey as they dripped off his tongue. I was also becoming certain that he was going to let me off without a ticket, which was a relief since I already had too many other tickets. But I was surprised when he told me that he suspected that I had been drinking, and that it was his responsibility to check that out. I felt like telling him that I was intoxicated by wild sexual fantasies; not by alcoholic beverages. But I bit my tongue. He asked me to step out of the car so that he could check for open containers of booze. He stepped aside as I opened the car door, and there was no way to avoid giving him a big flash of my wet red panties as I swung my legs out onto the driveway. When I pulled myself up into a standing position, he was so close to me that I couldn't help but brush my breasts against his arm. My nipples were still hard little nubbins, and they shot little jolts of sexual charge back into my tummy as they popped over his sleeve one by one. As I stood over to the side leaning languorously against one of the big white birch trees, I watched him slowly circle the car, and when he got around to the passenger door, he opened it and bent down and picked up a stack of papers from the floor of the car. As he flipped through the pages, I was trying frantically to remember what those papers were about.I remembered!! "Oh no! Those are the printouts of all of the erotic fantasies that I've posted to Literotica on the Internet," I mentally wailed. "Is he reading closely enough to get the drift of the narrative?" He cleared his throat. "Ma'am, I'm sure that this is your writing, since your name 'Sue' is on each of these stories as well on your driver's license," he stated. I was trying to come up with a response, when he continued. "I need to tell you that your stories are terrific," he said with a grin. "I have been an enthusiastic admirer of your stories. I've been reading them on the Literotica ever since your started posting them. I never dreamt I would get to meet you in person." I was not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud, but it certainly brought more of a hot flush to my cheeks. Before I had a chance to figure out how to respond to this revelation, he started asking more questions about my bad driving. "Do you have any explanation for why you seemed to lack control of your vehicle just now, or do you always drive like that?" he questioned. "Well, officer, I know I'm a good driver, but my mind was preoccupied today," I explained. "That's not very convincing, Sue," he rebutted. "Most people have a lot on their minds when they are driving. That still doesn't explain what I observed when following you -- the sudden little jerks of the car that appeared almost rhythmic." God! I was becoming more certain that he knew what I was doing, for he had had plenty of hints: the smell of my fingers..., my hard nipples..., my raised skirt..., the streaks of my cunt juices on my thighs..., the stack of stories that reveal my fascination with wild and erotic sex..., and of course the details of how badly I was driving. Of course he knew -- cops aren't stupid, are they? He knew, but I realized that he wanted me to admit it out loud. He was not going to let me just slink away to my cabin. "What the hell," I thought. "I'll give him what he wants, and maybe more than he knows!" So I told him. Walking close to him, so I could look him directly in his face, I said, "My mind was fixated on some wild sexual escapades that I have experienced recently. The wind and sun pouring into the convertible today made me feel so aroused. I fondled my own breasts and pinched my nipples. I also reached under my skirt and caressed my cunt through my panties. I was so wet. The strums of my fingertip over my clitoris caused me to jerk the steering wheel around. I finally reached my driveway, and I stopped my car right here expecting to have the chance to complete my masturbation. I was so turned on, I could not even wait until I reached my cabin." "I'm sorry that I interrupted you," he said with a kindly grin on his face. "Of course you should be sorry," I thought. "And now, officer, I'm feeling thoroughly frustrated and impatient with what has happened." "Well," he continued, "it is my sworn duty to the state of Maine and all of the people therein to serve in whatever ways are needed. So please let me serve you so that your frustration can be relieved." "It's about time you offered," I said with a dawning smile. With that, I reached out to him and gave him a deep-throating French kiss, wrapping my arms and one leg around him. Everywhere that I touched him he was all muscles and equipment. Gun, badge, belt, nightstick, handcuffs,... and underneath, there was obviously a wonderful hunk of a man. Trim and strong, clean-cut and young. Just the way that I like them (or at least half the time. Sometimes I like the wild and scruffy looking. But that is another story). When he started to slide his hands down my back and into the top edge of my skirt, I pulled away and walked over to the front of the car. Facing him, I hitched up my skirt and tucked it into the waist band. Now he could finally see my red satin panties. I grasped both sides of the front of my blouse and pulled it open, popping open all of the buttons. One or two flew off, but I did not care. My breasts flashed into view and bobbled around as I began repeating the caresses that I had started in the car earlier. First my breasts and nipples. Then my crotch from asshole to clitoris. I was staring hard into his eyes, which fluctuated back and forth from my face to my cunt. After a dozen or so strokes, I reached both hands to one of my hips and grasped the elastic top of my panties and pulled the material hard. This pulled the crotch up hard into my cunt, which both hurt and tingled. Pulling harder, the satin of the panties gave and shredded in my hands. Instantly I turned to face the windshield and leaned forward, walking my hands up the shiny white hood, and then up the windshield. This forced my torso to drop forward and my nipples came into contact with the metallic hood. Warmth from the engine radiated out and up into my nipples. I slid my shoulders side to side, dragging my nipples around on the hood. My face rested on the clean windshield glass, which I kissed and licked suggestively. Reaching behind me, I flipped up the back of my skirt to reveal my torn panties and my smooth, tight rear. As I let my body down further onto the hood and reached back up to the top of the windshield, I asked, "So, officer, are you ready to fulfill your promise to serve the public good?" I tried to use my most sultry, gravelly voice, and I slowly wagged my ass in the air. He walked over, and got down on his knees behind me and slowly pulled my shredded panties halfway down the one leg which was still inserted into the torn garment. I could feel the wetness of the satin dragging down my inner thigh. He placed his hands on the rounded curves of my ass. A few seconds of a deep massage, and then his thumbs maneuvered further into the crack of my ass and lightly over my asshole. To give him even more access, I pulled my knees up onto the hood off to the sides near each headlight. Arching my back more caused my ass to thrust even higher into the air. I could feel his breath on my open wet tissues. He repositioned his hands so that he could use the fingertips of both his hands to rake up through my cunt, sliding between the inner and outer lips and rattling over my distended clitoris. He used the thumb and forefinger of each hand to grip each of my outer labia and pull them apart from one another. As he did this, he gently rolled and pinched the flesh between his fingers. That felt so good, and I could feel my breath becoming shorter as I started to really get into this attention. With my lips pulled so wide apart, I knew that every fold and recess of my inner cunt was completely revealed to him. His hot breath blowing over my cunt was letting me know that his face was getting closer and closer. My hormones now raging, my mind reverberated with: "When is he going to kiss me? When is he going to really start the work of serving my needs?" NOW! I felt just the very tip of his tongue make contact with the very tip of my hard clitoris. It sent a jolt up through my cunt and it made me involuntarily push my ass back into his mouth. He didn't back away at all. It felt like his neck and back were fixed in place, so that I could push my cunt against his face without any recoil on his part. He kept his tongue pointed and long, and I began to shimmy my hips around. His nose was now prodding into the rosebud of my asshole, which felt good too. I rotated around so that his immobile tongue flicked over my clitoris, and into my cunt, and back and forth, again and again. Occasionally, I maneuvered my asshole onto his tongue, and he seemed to not object to this forbidden area. I was getting so hot, I was no longer sure if the engine heat is radiating into me, or visa versa. My breasts were squashed into the metal, and my squirming around was giving my nipples a good workout. My cheeks were sliding on the windshield glass, lubricated by my sweat. Since he was not moving, thereby letting me control the tempo of things, I tried my best to prolong the wonderful feeling of the buildup to my orgasm. But eventually, I couldn't resist the temptation, and increased the speed and the hardness of my thrusts, and the cop got the message and began to lap his tongue up over my clit with short, rapid flicks. Instantly I was roused into a smashing orgasm! It was the kind of orgasm that I only get if I've been stimulated and unfulfilled for a long time. Against all logic, I was sure that it was more than an hour ago that I started playing with myself. Finally my time had come. I was grunting -- even emitting a rising scream of pure bliss that echoed through the forest. I'd stopped all movement of my lower body, and he was now gradually slowing the pace of his lapping. This was a man who knew how to read the needs of a woman. His timing was perfect. Just as I was starting to calm down, he let go of my labia and grasped my hips, gently maneuvering me around so that I was sitting on the hood of the car. Leaning back onto my hands, with my feet spread on either side of his shoes, I watched as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his array of hardware to the ground. Then he unzipped his fly and pushed his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Up popped his cock, which was completely erect. It was beautifully shaped, like a perfect Greek sculpture. And it was big. As big as any I had seen before, maybe 9 or even 10 inches long curving upwards like a sword. It twitched and throbbed, only a few inches below my face. The head glistened with a sheen of precum, and as I watched, a large drop of crystal clear cum formed at the open tip. I leaned forward and licked all around the purple head, leaving my hands behind me for support. The slightly salty precum was eagerly lapped up and savored on my tongue. I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to take that whole cock into my mouth, but I sucked around on the head for a while. Then I lifted my head and pulled my hands up to grasp and squeeze this magnificent tool. I couldn't reach my fingers around its girth. "With a cock this big, what need does he have for a night stick?!" I wondered silently, a smile playing on my lips. The Maine Events Ch. 03 I pulled the length of his cock down to the valley between by breasts, and pulled the silk material of my blouse in and around his cock. With my palms on each side, I pushed the fullness of my breasts inward, surrounding his cock with firm, warm flesh and sheer silk. This created a sort of lubrication. He knew what to do, and started to pulse his hips back and forth, which slid the length of his cock up through my cleavage. Appearing out of the folds of the silk, the tight-skinned head rose up toward my face, and I was able to flick my tongue over the head each time it came up. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged the knots in my neck with his strong fingers. What a generous man I had lucked upon. I felt a surge of gratitude and warmth, and I really wanted to make this fuck the best of his life. And I wanted to be more in control. So I pulled back and twisted away from him and stood up. "Sit on the hood of the car for me," I ordered. Once he had done so, I got on my knees and untied his shoes and pulled them and his pants off. He unbuttoned his shirt. I reached up and grabbed his cock and nuzzled his balls with my nose, and then licked them and pulled them one by one into my mouth. I let my fingernails scratch very lightly over the taut skin of his cock, and I could feel the ridges of veins, and I could feel the heat from the blood surging through his cock. Then I stood up and turned away from him. Just as I was about to sit back onto his cock and impale myself, he stopped me with a request. "Wait a moment, Sue. Please hand me my wallet from my pants." Finding it, and handing it to him, I watched as he pulled a condom out of it. He smiled, saying, "My job is not only to serve, but to 'serve and protect' as you well know." That was fine with me. I took the rubber and expertly pulled it down over his cock. It was so full of his meat, and it was so transparent that I could still see every detail as if he wasn't wearing it at all. I went back to my position straddling his thighs with my back to him, my ass pressed onto his monumental cock. As aroused and stimulated as I had been for the past hour and a half, I knew that I should be able to accommodate his massive tool. But it was so big that as I positioned it and eased it into my cunt, it filled me completely. I could feel the walls of my vagina stretch and tighten down around his entire length. Pretty soon, I was pumping up and down, and one of my hands reached between my thighs so that I could run my fingers into the juncture of our sexes. The first and second fingers formed a V-shape that surrounded the base of his cock as I pistoned up and down onto it. Scissoring my fingers tightly together, I squeezed them firmly alongside the slippery shaft. My other hand traveled further down into the moist cauldron, and I began to juggle his balls lightly in my fingers. Naturally, this kind of pressure and rubbing of his cock and balls gave him very little chance to prolong his build up. His hands came up to my hips and attempted to slow me down, but I ignored this signal, and even increased my cadence. In what seemed like only a few seconds, he let out a low rumble from his throat as his orgasm arrived. His hands gripped my waist more firmly, and he used his brawny strength and his passionate lust to totally dominate my movements. He picked me up and forcefully dropped me back down onto his lap repeatedly. My feet no longer touched the ground at all. I almost lost my balance, but his grip on me was enough to keep me upright. His rumble became a roaring crescendo, and his hips became uprooted from the hood of the car, and began thrusting upward into my wide open cunt. I could feel the spasms of his cock in my vagina as he squirted jet after jet of fiery cum deep into my belly. His cock already filled me, and the tip of the condom was now filling up, making his cock effectively longer. I was sure that I could feel the swelling balloon inside me. I continued to play with his balls, milking their cum out into his shaft, and then squeezing with my fingers around the base to force it all the way up and into me. When his thrusting and moaning subsided, I hopped off of him and turned around. I watched for a few seconds as his cock continued to twitch. As it started to lose a little of its size, I grasped the lower edge of the condom and carefully pulled it off, making sure that most of the semen stayed inside the tube. Standing back up, I observed the incredible quantity of cum that he had ejaculated. It was pearly white, and still so very hot. I brought the condom up to my breasts, pushing aside my open blouse. Then I squeezed the tip of the condom, pushing the cum out onto my chest. When I had gotten most of it out, I massaged that cream into my skin. There was plenty; enough to completely drench both of my tits and all the way down to my navel. It was wonderfully greasy and kind of stringy. When I was completely lubricated with this natural and organic skin ointment, I buttoned up my blouse as best I could and pulled down my skirt. The silk was plastered to my chest, and was as transparent as his condom was, showing my nipple nubs and bumpy areolae. My torn panties were still around my ankle, so I stepped out of them and gave them to the cop as a memento. I reached out my hand, drawing him to his feet. After he had pulled up his pants and grabbed his belt of police equipment, I led him over to his cop car and opened the door for him. As I gently pushed him down into his seat, I leaned over to give him another lingering French kiss. "Adieu, my modern knight in shining ardor," I thought. Yes, this was one of the good guys of the world. It was his job to serve and protect. And it was a job well done.