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The Streak

By: Tara_Neale



I have been overweight for most of my life. I was teased, more like tormented, in elementary school for it. My parents did their best. My mom was at the school at least once a week trying to handle the situation and I really appreciate it, but it did not work. The more they protested, the worse the bullying got. Junior High was better because I was not the fattest kid in the class. By High School, I knew how to laugh it off, how to turn the joke on them every time. But that did not stop it from hurting. 

I waited to lose my virginity. Not because I had any religious conviction or wanted to save myself for the 'right' person. No, I waited simply because I was not comfortable with my body. I could not imagine getting naked with someone, sharing that body with another person. The amazing thing is that sex was a magic bullet. Once I started to have sex, I became happier with myself, with my body. I discovered that there was a whole group of people, men and women, who preferred big girls. I did not like the term 'chubby chaser' but I certainly enjoyed their attention. 

Then the day came when I decided to lose the weight. I decided, that was the key. I was getting closer to thirty, too close. While I was happy with my body image, perhaps for the first time in my life, I began to realize that there could be long term health issues as I aged. The most pressing of which was my fertility. I had finally found 'him.' The one. The man I wanted to marry. We were engaged and wanted to start a family as soon as we were settled. 

So I joined the gym. I got a personal trainer. And I began to lose the weight. Three to five pounds a week, sometimes more. I went from a size twenty-four to a fourteen in six months. So a size fourteen is not skinny, but even then I noticed folds of skin around my tummy getting loser and loser. I dared not go much lower or it would become disgusting. 

What is more, not everyone is meant to be thin. There came a point when rather than getting healthier with each pound I lost, I got sicker...colds, lack of energy, depression. Of course, there was another reason for the depression...him. Mister Right left me. For a bigger girl. That's right; he was another 'chubby chaser.'

I thought about giving up then. About buying chocolate cake, ice cream, burgers and fried chicken. I seriously asked myself, 'what the fuck am I doing?' and 'why?' But I did not. I had come too far. This was my chance to change my life and my body. 

But I was spiraling into insecurity and self-doubt again. He had been gone for three months and I had not had sex in that whole time. I was back to that confidence thing. I did not even know what I was anymore. I mean before when I went on dating sites I proudly boasted that I was a BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. But a stinking size fourteen is not big enough to qualify as BBW. At the same time it is too large to be 'average.' I was stuck in no-woman's land somewhere in between. And it sucked.

Then I saw it...an email from the zoo. They were having a fundraising event to raise money to save the tigers. Did you know that a group of tigers was a streak? I mean lions are prides and wolves are packs, but I never knew that tigers lived in streaks. To make things exciting, the zoo was asking its members to 'streak' around its entrance after closing. To brings your friends and raise money by running naked around the place with dozens, hundreds of others. It was just the crazy crap that I needed to break this cycle of negative thinking.

I signed up. I posted it to my social networking sites. I asked friends who kept telling me how good I looked to put their money and support where it counted most by pledging and coming out to show me that support. I was surprised at how many people responded. Dozens promised to come out and support me. Dozens more pledged money. I raised close to a thousand dollars for those tigers. 

But then it came time to strip off my clothes. To take off that polite layer of material that covers us from the judgmental eyes of others, that girds us and protects us. After registering and chatting for a few minutes with my friends, the hugs and cheek kisses that were the ear mark of our 'polite' society, it was time to head to the make-shift dressing area. 

To get naked. Nude. And run around the damned place. In front of everyone. It hit me then. Insecurity unlike anything I had faced since I was that little girl heading off to elementary school to be pushed around, called names and bullied. And I froze. My heart raced. My palms were sweaty. I could barely breathe. It was a full-blown panic attack. 

Everyone else was laughing and chatting, stripping off and getting naked. And I was paralyzed with fear. I thought about running, fully dressed in the other direction. But my friends were waiting for me out there. They had come from all over the city. People I used to work with, people that I went to college with, friends from the gym that had watched me lose the weight, hell, a couple of people that I had not even met until then, social networking 'friends.' They were all counting on me.

I psyched myself up. I had come so far. This was an important cause. It would only take a few minutes, five or max of ten. I could do this. It was easier than I thought. I began to toss off my clothes. As fast as I could before I changed my mind. When I was finally naked, I looked around. Everyone else in the room was naked too. All colors. All ages. All sizes and shapes. All naked. 

Hell, the zoo had even kindly provided us all with masks. Tiger masks. So here we all stood, naked as the day we were born. Waiting for this 'race' to begin. Wearing our masks, but with saggy tits, bare bums and limp cocks on full display. And nobody fucking cared. No body stared at me. Nobody pointed out that my tummy sagged. That my thighs still rubbed together. Nobody cared. 

They blew the whistle and we were all off. We left that curtained off area as a group. A streak of majestic tigers running free. Our masks politely in place so that we were virtually unrecognizable. It felt good to be free like that. I imagined I was a proud tigress. I was free to strut my stuff. To parade it on display for the whole streak to see. To do my little mating dance of sorts. To attract the eye of a male tiger. The Alpha maybe? Did streaks have Alphas? 

It was actually over too quickly. I wanted to throw out my arms and embrace life in a way that I had not before. I wanted to break free of that streak and run naked and proud around the whole zoo. I was happy and free, perhaps for the first time in my whole life. Then it was over. Time to put our clothes back on and go back to 'normal.' But normal did not seem right anymore. It did not fit me anymore than my old size twenty-fours would. It hung off my new spirit like a tent. It was not me anymore. 

What did I do you ask? I got dressed like everyone else. I went out for drinks with my friends. Then I went home alone. But something inside of me was changed. Different. I would never be the same again because I had tasted a type of freedom that I never imagined was possible. I had been exposed completely to the world and I loved it. 

I began to do some research online. Nudist. Naturist. I learned what it meant, truly meant. I joined online groups. I visited a couple of places. And I discovered new friends. People like me. Imperfect but happy with themselves. I was home. I was free. I was me. Oh, that 'streak for the tigers' has become an annual event for me. It is a time when that part of me can be shared with all my 'friends.' Who knows maybe next year you will join me as I streak for tigers...and myself.

The Stream



The late spring morning was beautiful. The sky had been scrubbed by a soft rain last night. The sun was glowing between the light, fluffy clouds drifting lazily through the sky. The beauty was lost on Christie. She had been driving aimlessly for awhile, her thoughts a dark contrast to the bright day. Ever since getting her drivers license fourteen years ago, this was what Christie did when she was sad or worried. It was her way of thinking, of coping with the mean vagaries of life.

She barely noticed the crunch of gravel under her slowly spinning tires as she went over her dilemma. She still remembered the wedding and honeymoon. She met Josh early in her senior year in college. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but within a month she knew she wanted to be with him forever. When Josh asked her to marry him she didn’t hesitate. They married right after graduation, a lovely June wedding, and honeymooned on Maui. She stayed on the pill until eighteen months ago while she and Josh built their life together and built their home. When she stopped the pill, it was by mutual agreement. 

After six months of excited anticipation, nothing. Trips to her doctor resulted in referral to a fertility specialist. She and Josh went through embarrassing interviews, invasive tests, and more months of frustration. Christie quit her job. That was not a major sacrifice. They had planned for her to stay home after she was pregnant anyway. Josh had been wonderfully supportive through all of it. They followed temperature spikes and charts and diets. He had even suggested a surrogate partner if she wanted. All the tests for both of them were normal. She would rather go without a child than be with someone else anyway. Last week they had talked about adoption. Josh was willing but they decided to wait awhile. 

But the strain was showing in their marriage. Lovemaking, which had always been spontaneous and natural, had become a chore. Their tempers flared over minor things. Once they never seemed to have enough time to talk about everything they wanted to. Now there were hours of silence between them. Josh was working late more often. In her dark moments she had even become suspicious he had found someone else. She was barren. Their life together was less than it should be. She could understand what might happen. She knew, except when the depression descended like now, that Josh loved her and was faithful to his vows.

Christie, glancing in the rear view mirror, was surprised to see a rooster tail of dust trailing behind her. Somehow she had gotten to a dirt road. Looking ahead, becoming aware again of her surroundings, she saw she was on a narrow dirt track. Grass grew in the middle. She was in the middle of nowhere, a fitting match to her life. Christie pulled to the left side of the road, tears trickling hotly down her cheeks. Grabbing a tissue, she angrily wiped away the offending wetness. Self pity would not help anything.

She flung open the door and stepped out onto the side of the road, slamming the door behind her. Stretching out before her was a field that had not seen a plow for years. The fresh green of grass was lavishly spotted with splashes of color from spring blooms. The field sloped gently down to a strip of woods. The leaves were that fresh, cool, green of spring. Christie stepped over the shallow drainage ditch and began wandering through the field. She thought absently of picking some flowers to welcome Josh home that evening. The day had grown warm and the sun beat on her bare head. The grass rubbed softly against her bare legs, sometimes nearly reaching the hems of her shorts.

The cool woods seemed to draw her. She found herself at their edge. Up close, Christie realized it was a narrow band of trees with a short flow of grasses ending at a stream. She saw a path and went through. Now the stream drew her to its edge. It was swollen from the spring rains and seemed to sing to her as it tumbled over the rocks a short distance upstream. Mini-rainbows danced over the wavelets from the rapid flow and rough water tumbling through the rocks.

Christie was entranced, almost hypnotized, by the strength and sound of the water. She stepped out of her sandals and stepped into the edge of the stream. The water was cold. The current tugged at her ankles. Sand shifted under her feet, sending a sensation of her feet being gently massaged. The stream called her to its waters. She took a step and then another. Turning to face the flow, she let the water rush around her legs, caressing them. The wavelets tickled her inner legs, wetting the lower part of her shorts legs. The stream sang to her, inviting her seductively to share the sensuousness more fully,

Shaking her head, Christie turned and waded back to shore. She started to slip back into her sandals but the stream still called to her. She looked around carefully. There was nothing to see but woods, flowers, grass, and the stream calling to her. She heard only the sounds of nature blending with the siren song of the stream. Her hands moved to her top and the buttons opened. A quick tug and the tail was out. Another scan of the area and she shrugged it off, letting it fall to the grass. Her hands went to her back and the bra followed before she could change her mind.

Christie moved back to the edge of the stream. Before she stepped in she noticed the dampness of her shorts. Another nervous scan and she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Now she entered the stream again, only her cotton panties between her and it. Wading out until the water lapped her crotch, she faced the stream and let it caress her, tease her, entice her. Its voice permeated her consciousness. She stood there, the water cold but her body warm and receptive. Finally, with a shrug of submission, she grabbed the waist of her final barrier and pulled them down. She bent forward at the waist, the stream finding her breasts and caressing them, tickling her flat stomach. The last vestige of propriety was tossed, soaking wet, to the bank and she took another step deeper, giving herself fully to the stream.

Standing facing the raging need of the stream, her legs open to the water, lulled by its song, Christie gave herself fully to her lover. Her head was back, her eyes closed, as her heat increased, bringing her slowly, agonizingly slowly, to ecstasy, then to fulfillment. Her legs were like rubber and she sank to her knees in the rushing water, letting it rush over her, cooling the heat it had so recently generated. She was so relaxed she wasn’t sure she could move. Maybe it would be nice to just kneel here, her body engulfed in the stream. Maybe lay down., let it have all of her. It had been months since Christie had felt such peace.

Finally the cold won and Christie rushed to shore, shivering. She stood there, her back to the stream, suddenly embarrassed by her nudity. But the stream still called to her, telling her now of her beauty. She turned, letting the stream see her body. She could feel the warmth returning and shivering had stopped. With a tingling in her private place, she lay naked in the grass on her back, letting the sun warm and dry her, listening idly to the stream. She switched to her stomach to let her back dry. She was facing the stream, head on hands, as she silently thanked the stream for what it had done to her, for her. Finally she dressed again, except for her wet panties. Slipping into her sandals, she grabbed the panties and worked her way back through the woods.

Suddenly she heard the sound of a car engine. Her heart jumped. Was someone else here? Christie rushed toward her car, wanting its safety. As she neared it, she realized the engine sounds came from the car. She had failed to turn off the engine when she jumped out. The realization replaced one panic with another. Did the doors lock? A sigh of relief came as she crossed the choked drainage ditch and tugged on the handle. Christie clambered in and pushed the button that rolled down her window. Then she turned off the switch. She was tired. She pulled the handle and dropped the seat back down. She was tired as she lay back in the seat. 

As Christie rested, she relived the last hour. Not wearing panties made her feel naughty. Her hand slipped inside the waistband of her shorts, finding only skin, then the roughness of pubic hair. Her hand slid further down, starting something that she hadn’t done since college. The old memories merged with those of the stream and the heat again flowed from the core of her being to her extremities, moans of ecstasy escaped her mouth, and then the collapse and sighs of completion. She lay there, letting peace permeate her.

Finally Christie sat up and popped the seat back in place. She surreptitiously wiped her fingers over her wet panties and started the car. Rolling up the window, she moved down the road until she found a wide spot. Christie turned the car around and returned through the settling dust cloud of her passage. She headed to a gravel road, hesitated, and then turned right. Her thoughts were focusing now, looking forward rather than back. The gravel ended at a paved road. Another hesitation, another right turn. A few minutes allowed Christie to plan what remained of her afternoon, then a left turn to a state road and she knew where she was. Shortly the overpass of the interstate appeared at the horizon. Her first act would be a shower. Then her best perfume, applied to the right places. Her outfit would be a favorite of Josh’s. A special dinner would be waiting for Josh.

As she turned on the interstate, Christie couldn’t wait to be home, for Josh to get home. Tonight would be special; tonight she and Josh would make a baby.



The Stream



Jim and Donna loved walking through the woods, especially early in the morning. This day was no different for them except they had rented a cabin in the mountains and decided to take an early morning walk before breakfast.

They put on shorts and T-shirts since it was mid-August and very warm. Although they were tempted to go barefoot the rocks were a bit slippery and wet and the underbrush in the woods could cut your feet. So they put on their walking shoes, filled a couple of canteens with water, grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and started out.

The view out the back of the cabin was so beautiful. There was a little path that led through the woods. There were lots of hardwoods that shaded the path, admitting only small patches of pale light as the sun began to rise. They could hear the birds singing already, calling each other and wooing each other. There was the sound of squirrels scurrying through the leaves and there were butterflies already drawing nectar from the woods flowers. The day was perfect.

They wound their way down the path in silence, holding hands and listening to nature's waking call. Suddenly they came to a small stream running through the woods. The glow from the now risen sun made the water appear golden as it ran over the small rocks. The water broke in sparkling bursts as it hit the rocks - as though there were diamonds being sent downstream.

Neither of them could resist. They sat down and took off their shoes and walked into the water. It was cool, but not cold, and felt so good on their feet with the sand between their toes. They laughed and giggled like kids as they walked across the stream. Suddenly Jim grabbed Donna and pulled her into the water. They were wet from head to toe. It didn't seem to matter at all that they had no dry clothes. As a matter of fact they both wished they didn't have any clothes at all.

Jim took Donna's hand and pulled her up. They began to walk downstream, carrying their canteens and their shoes and holding hands. Once again there was no laughter, no conversation, only the sound of the water rippling over rocks and fallen limbs. The stream widened and got just a bit deeper - halfway up their calves. The birds seemed to sense what was beginning to happen and sang their brightest songs.

There was a sand bar just ahead and without saying a word they headed for it. As they reached the sand bar and turned to sit down they both spotted it... it was the most beautiful rainbow they had ever seen. It seemed to come up out of the mountain and the colors were so deep. It went on forever and ever then appeared to crash into the next peak.

Jim reached over and lifted Donna's arms then slowly removed her t-shirt. She had on no bra and her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her beautiful breasts - breasts that never failed to excite Jim. Her areolas were so large and her nipples begged to be touched and sucked so gently. He slowly took a breast in each hand and lifted them to his mouth. His tongue did soft circles around each nipple just brushing them lightly enough to make them erect. Donna moaned so quietly that it was almost as if the forest had sighed.

She opened her eyes and could see the rainbow over Jim's shoulder. The colors and the curve of it captured her and she felt herself falling into the sensations all around her - the sounds of the water, the sight of the rainbow, the smell of the forest and the touch of Jim's hands and mouth on her body. She took a deep breath and released it slowly so that each sensation was intensified.

Jim took off his shirt and pulled her to him so that their bodies melded together. They had done this so many times before but each time brought new enthusiasm and excitement. They knew each other's bodies so well yet there was never any assuming or taking for granted what would please the other one. 

As they kissed the kisses of familiar lovers their bodies grew taut with need. Their kisses were light and easy, then deep and longing as hands moved over backs and shoulders. Donna undid her shorts and let them fall around her feet. She wanted all of her body to be against Jim, to feel his warmth and his hunger for her. She could feel his erection grow and it only served to heighten her desire for him.

Jim released her and spread his shirt and hers out on the sand bar. He took her by the hand and lowered her to the ground. "I want to have my own rainbow, not just the one up there," he said. Her belly tightened at his words, knowing what would come next. Jim bent over her and began to kiss his way down her body. He started with her lips and moved to her neck as her hands moved through his hair. He kissed her nipples that were so sensitive from the desire. 

The world began to swirl around her as his kisses moved to her belly. His tongue did circles down her until he almost reached that wonderful wetness he knew so well. The anticipation made the passion rise but he held back. He drew his tongue down her thighs until she was letting out little cries of pleasure. Finally he could stand it no longer. He wanted to taste the sweetness of her, to feel her body tense with each pass of his tongue over her clit, to feel the shudders of pleasure as she crested each peak before cumming.

Donna's fingers pulled on his hair and then pushed his face into her wetness. He chuckled just a little because he knew the signs so well. She wanted to cum so badly yet she loved the torture of holding back. He stopped using his tongue and pressed kisses to her throbbing pussy. He could feel her starting to come back down from the peaks and decided to tease her a bit more.

Just as she took a deep breath he suck her clit into his mouth. Donna gasp with surprise and delight and knew this time he would take her over the precipice into delicious oblivion. But it was not to be...just as he felt her body start to quiver he backed off again and simply blew his warm breath onto her clit. He knew that making her wait would bring an explosion when she finally came - a volcanic eruption that would take her over the rainbow. Ah, that rainbow... not the one in the sky, but the rainbow colored clit ring she wore. He couldn't resist any longer. He let his tongue move back and forth over the little ball that held the ring together. It lay just on top of her clit and he knew that her orgasm would be very fast now.

He was right. Donna's hips started to move as her hands grabbed his arms. She knew she was crying out but she couldn't stop the sounds. Wave after wave of torturous pleasure pounded her body as Jim sucked her clit, ring and all into his mouth and allowed his tongue to continue manipulating. All of nature heard her scream his name as she came over and over again. 

Jim had to gain control of himself. When Donna came like that it was all he could do not to spontaneously cum at the same time. His cock was so hard and wanted to be inside her so badly but he would wait. He pulled her close to him with one hand and used the other hand to gently massage her body as she slowly came back to earth. He knew her so well and knew that this was such a delicious time...the coming back down from ecstasy...the gentle movements of her body against his hand...the soft moans and whimpers that indicated she was satiated. She smiled as though there was no one else in the world but the two of them.

Jim kissed her so sweetly as her body began to relax beneath the touch of his hand. Finally Jim stood and took her by the hand. He removed his shorts and the two of them began to walk further downstream, naked, not caring who saw them, oblivious to anyone and anything that would dare disturb this passion.

The stream wound around rocks with trees jutting out from the banks on both sides. There were turtles, large and small, sunning themselves on rocks and large tree limbs that stuck out into the water. As they continued to walk they became aware of a new sound - rushing water. The sound grew louder as they walked down the stream and then there it was - a beautiful waterfall. A large ledge of rock jutted from the middle and the water ran down each side of it creating the illusion of two waterfalls. A rainbow filled the space between the two streams of water. It beckoned them beneath the rocks.

As they made their way around the bank of the stream they could feel the excitement growing. Gingerly they walk around behind the waterfall so see the rainbow still there, smiling at them. The water behind the falls was calm and untouched by the torrent cascading over the rocks above. Jim took Donna in his arms and kissed her with the same passion he heard in the pounding water.

Donna felt herself grow weak as Jim's kiss deepened. Her hands moved over his naked body, exploring those places she still dreamed of. She found his cock hard and hot and she stroked it with both hands. Jim's hips moved to the rhythm of her stroking until he thought he could stand no more. Just as he felt he would cum Donna gave him a dose of his own medicine. She backed off from his cock and pulled his hips into hers and held him there.

Her hands roamed over his ass and up his back as she felt him begin to relax a bit. Then just as he bent down to kiss her she went to her knees. Her warm mouth closed over his cock and her tongue flicked back and forth, then sucking the head of his beautiful cock into her mouth. She could taste that sweet nectar that comes before the orgasm and dipped her tongue into it, savoring every little drop. Jim felt his knees grow weak.

Donna loved the taste and feel of Jim's cock and never tired of giving him pleasure. Each time seemed a new experience for her - one that she treasured. As her mouth and hands continued to move back and forth on his cock she felt his muscles tighten and knew that he would cum if she didn't stop.

Suddenly Jim drew her upward - he must feel himself inside her. He knew how well they fit together and here, in the water with the deafening sound of the falls he wanted her more than he ever had. He led her to the bank of the stream where the grass was tall and soft. Gently he laid her back and watched the look of hunger in her eyes. This woman knew him so well and he had made love to her so many times, yet the hunger was always there - the driving need in both of them to have more.

Slowly he lowered himself onto her letting his cock just rest on her clit - moving so slightly that it was agony for both of them. Their bodies glistened from the water but the sweet wetness he felt on his cock had nothing to do with water or rainbows - it was need, pure lustful need. He slid only the tip of his cock into her and heard her gasp. She closed her eyes so that her consciousness was focused only on feeling him and feeling her own desire.

Deeper into her, slowly, skillfully he pushed deeper. Her hips rose to meet him and drive him into her so that he filled her. Just as his cock could thrust in no more he stopped and held himself there. Donna opened her eyes and passion met passion. There was no waiting now. They became one with the drone of the water and the sounds of nature. He pulled his cock all the way out and then thrust into her with such force that her entire body moved. Faster and deeper as she cried out in ecstasy and moved to that wonderful place of forgetting all else around you. 

Jim drew her tightly into his arms as they both came in glorious, delicious waves. The orgasms seemed to go on forever...he filling her with himself and she drawing him in so deeply. Finally, they collapsed, spent and complete again. They kissed each other tenderly on the mouth and held each other until the calm began to take over.

As they lay in the tall grass they could hear the birds singing and the water continuing its journey over the rocks. This was right and good and wonderful. It was old and new and timeless. They made tender love again under the waterfall while the rainbow smiled its multi-colored smile at them. The stream wound its way around the love bed and two lovers were one. 



The Stream



He was awakened by the early morning sun. The desert grows cold at night without the asphalt and concrete of the city to hold in the heat. He wondered how early it was. It always amazed him how, without the shelter of walls and a roof, the sun seemed to rise so much earlier in the morning.

He could feel the remainder of the late night still in his head. He knew he hadn't slept as long as he would have liked. He was up early enough that the hangover was still a few hours away. He still felt good and he might as well enjoy it while he could.

His face felt warm and his body was comfortable under the blanket. The ground was firm but didn't yet feel hard. How perfect a spot it had been for them? Totally alone, the warm fire keeping them warm as they slowly intoxicated themselves on the cold beer, smooth pot, and each other. He thought what a perfect getaway it had become and how they really had to find a way to do it more often.

He could hear the cicadas buzzing. Somewhere in the distance he heard the different birds of the Sonoran desert. Funny, he thought, how these weren't the sounds of the desert to him. These were the sounds of the golf course. Three cheers for suburban development. There was a steady sound in the background. It was the stream they couldn't find the night before. They had to just miss it.

He stood and felt the cool air on his naked body. He loved being able to stand in the glory of god with nothing but what he'd given you. He remembered, before they had come up with the idea of zero lot line homes, how he would emerge from his shower on summer mornings, out the back door, and let the sun dry his body. Now the two-story home built right behind theirs pretty much prevented him from the joys of being nude. (Something entirely different from being an exhibitionist, he thought to himself, proud of the significance of his insight.)

She had to be close by. He saw her boots lying beside the blankets. Her jeans were still on the folding chair next to the last few dying embers of the fire. Her shirt was there too, his flannel was gone. He heard a slight change in the steady babble of the stream followed by the feminine "whhhooop" of a woman who had just discovered how cold water can be without being frozen. He pulled on jeans, commando style, and his boots. The only food to be found, he was extremely hungry, were marshmallows. He filled his mouth and his hands and went looking for her.

She wasn't far. How did they miss the stream? He came up behind some brush. The desert turned green when it found water. The mesquite grew tall and lush. Even the little bit of altitude they had gained driving up from the city was enough to sprout a thin line of Cottonwood trees on each bank. The sun was low and came through the trees in horizontal rays of light and shadow. The stream sparkled orange and yellow. Stones and rocks, worn smooth as marbles, glowed as if chromed in the morning sun. Standing amid this glorious wash of light and color was a goddess, his very own angel. She was his, and in that moment, he knew both true love and ecstatic joy.

He knelt down in the stand of trees. He wanted to watch her, had to watch her. He was not a letch perched under a sorority window. It was deeper, more intense. Like the early Greeks turned to stone for watching the rituals of their gods. It was stronger, more primitive, like a cougar studying the movements of his prey. He was paralyzed with the look of her in the gold, crimson, and silver morning.

She lowered herself into the water. He watched her shiver as she sunk slowly into the one pool deep enough to take all of her into its cold swirling water. For a moment she was gone. Her head dipped into the crystal water. In the daylight he could have seen her clearly, holding herself under the water. Now, with the sun at its sharpest angle, she was gone, hidden beneath black and silver ripples.

Slowly, she rose into the day. Like the sun behind her, she moved so slowly you couldn't see the movement, only the progress of her rise into the warm light. Small trails of water rolled from her shoulders. She was in silhouette against the backdrop of white and black trees. Green, gold, yellow, and orange, traces of blue sky surrounded her. She was a dark and glorious cut out on a radiant and moving backdrop.

Her hair lay smooth and wet along her shoulders and back. He remembered the night before, her lying atop him. Her weight on his body, her hair thick, soft and blond, surrounding his face. He could breathe nothing but the sweet scent that to him would always be exclusively hers. He thought about it now, dripping and cold. He thought about holding her, how it would feel against his chest if he came up behind her and pulled her to him.

She stood erect, turning to the sun for warmth. Small beads of glistening water rolled down her body. Her muscular legs were a crisp outline against the far bank. He followed the curve of her thigh with his eyes, much as he had done the night before with the back of his hand. Stretching in the golden glow of the morning she arched her back. She was a Roman statue guarding a sacred shrine dedicated to the gods of beauty and lust. 

He remembered the first time he had had her. It had been so awkward. Only lovers in the midst of a rage of lust could have so completely become one in a cold night on hard pavement. But it hadn't mattered. Like last night. Their lovemaking was so perfect, such a total combination of love and lust that passion overcame heat, cold, time, surroundings, everything. When they were together, locked together in embrace, it was all that mattered.

She turned. Her hands slid over the curves of her breasts and the rise of her hips. The beads of water rolled down her, glowing silver, as if lit from within against her dark skin. They moved with her hand, dancing like fireflies in the night. They collected along her arms and the curve of her ass, pooling for a second, and then plummeting to the surface of the stream rejoining the water swirling at her feet.

He wanted to move on her. He wanted to spring from his cover and move to her swallowing her form when he was upon her, taking her, as he had done last night. 

Silently they'd made love atop the blankets by the fire. He remembered lying beneath her. He could listen to her breathing, the pace quickening and slowing with the tide of passion. They did not need to make sound. They expressed everything in a touch. As it became more intense he had rolled atop her. He took her again in the night. The glow of the full moon lighted her face. He remembered locking eyes with her. She was the only one ever to hold his eyes at climax. It was as if they could move from one body to the other when their eyes were locked. She did not grimace, she did not cry out. She simply held his soul in the reflection of the moon. He did not see simply her eyes, but her soul, so complete was their connection.

He wanted her now, just as it had been. He felt himself pressed hard against the rocky soil. He had to go to her. He stepped loose of his few clothes and moved stealthily along the rocks of the creek bed. He had seemed so far from her, now he realized he was merely a few steps from her. Carefully and silently he moved in behind her. The bubbling sound of running water over stones covering his approach. He thought of all the years he'd know her. With each step he remembered another encounter; another night spent in each others arms. All of the events of his life measured by the distance between their interludes. He sank into the water behind her. It came to their waists. Her muscular back and shoulders now inches from his chin. Soon he would press his lips to them.

She was aware of him now. She did not move. She stayed turned from him. The water was cold, very cold. He did not notice. He moved in behind her. He inched closer to her. Neither of them moved. The let the space between them slowly deteriorate till they could feel the water go warm between them, pressed between the heat of their bodies. He ran his hand over her arm. She was cool to the touch and smooth. Her hand met his and he felt the bar of soap slide from her hand to his. Mixed now with the fertile aroma of the forest was the slight lavender smell of her skin. It was the smell of her. The smell of her hair, the smell that came from her skin when he pressed his lips and face to her. He still couldn't pass a boutique without slipping in to smell the different soaps and scents, always biding his time till he came across the light purple bottles and oils that would remind him of she that held his heart.

He ran it over her back. Her arms relaxed at her sides. He held the muscles of her shoulders in each hand, listening to her breath. The same sounds he heard last night under the blankets when he moved slowly atop her. He felt himself growing hard despite the bitterly cold water running around them. The sky had turned from auburn, past gold, to the clear blue it would remain for the rest of the day. The sun was warm on his chest and the flesh of her neck was now warm to the touch. The soap did not lather, but added to the glistening of morning light upon her. She was slick now, and his hands slid across her. He pulled her to him, sharing their warmth, feeling her slide across his chest. 

His hands moved around her. Lathering her hips, and slowly rising to move over the curve of her breasts. He slowly searched out her nipples erect and firm between his fingers. She held her breath now. All seemed silent as she did and he moved his hands further, arousing her. He pressed his lips to her neck. He tasted the clear mountain water on her. It had been snow six months ago and now had the rich mineral taste of water that had traveled for miles along a rocky riverbed.

She turned to him. His lips stayed pressed to her neck and she laid her head back. Her eyes closed as he tasted her. Caressing her with lips tongue and teeth, she sighed. His hand explored her body. He knew every curve, every subtle freckle and mole. He knew them better than his own, and after all he should, for she was his, and he had given himself to her entirely. He followed the curves of her waist and up along her back. She was nearly limp in his grasp. Her arms lay listless along the sides of her body. His fingers slipped along her lathered back tracing her spine and massaging the muscles along it. Below her ribs, down the small of her back, his fingers broke the surface of the water and slid further, the oils of the rich soap kept her skin soft and moist, even beneath the cold water. She flexed as his hands moved over her ass. He felt the muscles in his fingers. 

He was always amazed how he could feel so totally a part of her when he held her in his arms, and at the same time feel such a total need to have her. He released her neck and pressed his lips to hers. Deeply they kissed. He felt her muscles coming alive as the passion built up between them. The sun came down on them from above the trees now. The desert heat built quickly around them. Her arms rose up around him and wrapped around his shoulders. He felt her weight being transferred from her feet to his strong back. Smoothly his arms took her up. Her legs were wrapped about his waist. He held her now and she held herself to him.

In the night they had laid upon the blankets, she atop him, him atop her. Gravity had held them together. Now it was their own strength that kept them together. She moved against his chest. Raising and lowering herself with her thighs. He loved the muscular feel of them against his sides. Any moment now she would take him in.

They became stone. He was in her and she wrapped around him. They did not move. The water held them in its movement and swayed them about. Their hearts quickened as they embraced. They grew warmer. They did not need to move. It built up inside them as stood silent, still. The water was the only movement. Their lips were locked together and their tongues met and entwined in passion. He wanted her, he had her. This was the moment he lived for, the moment just before. They had loved each other so completely, this was their goal. Not the final outcome, but the moments they were together. They drug it out as long as they could. He could feel her giving in. He felt her tense that was all it took. In the flash of a moment it washed over them. It drained them and filled them at the same time. Their kiss released and they held each other close.

The moment it had ended they were as close as they had been before. They felt the warm sun now. Sweat had formed between them and he tasted it on her neck. Slowly he allowed his legs to collapse and they folded into the brisk water. It surrounded them. They held their embrace and pressed their lips closer, deeper. Beneath the cold water their bodies moved against one another. It was perfect joy.

They would make love once again by the stream. Later they would cook breakfast to replenish their energies. In the afternoon they would hike. He would take pictures, some of landscapes and trees, a couple of birds, but mostly of her. He couldn't make a picture more beautiful.

In the heat of the afternoon they would swim again. Playfully they would splash in the cool water. Washing themselves of the heat. They would make love in the stand of trees and be seen by a group of hikers who would smile and laugh at the playful lovers, caught naked near the water.

Another camp fire would put them to sleep, staring up at the stars. They talked each other to sleep. He was soothed by the sound of her voice. Whatever she said was beautiful to him just to hear, just to have her beside him.

His sleep could be described only as "blissful." He would awaken to her gentle touch and easily give in to her desire for a last chance before packing their things and returning to the city. 

Returning tired, returning happy.



The Stream



The morning came like a refreshing wind after the thunderstorm that raged the night before. The air smelled like the mountains, moistened by the rain. 

You lifted your head to the day, the sun peaking in the cracks left by the not quite closed curtains. As you peeled away the covers, you realized you were naked. Your nipples hardened with the gentle breeze that filled the room. This excited you.

"What will this day bring me," you thought, as you jumped into the shower. 

"Better than yesterday," you hoped in silence.

Your skin tightened up as the luke warm water splashed across it. You sunk you head deeper into the steady stream. 

"I feel like sunbathing by the stream, away from prying eyes," you thought, as your soapy hands drifted along your curves. 

You could feel the water flow down your skin, along the lines of your tummy, and fall off your body. 

"It feels nice on my clit right now," you thought, as you fought the urge to touch yourself, tease yourself, please yourself. 

"This will have to wait," you decided. "The day isn't getting any longer."

You finished up your shower, and quickly got into a flowing summer dress, with fabric slightly opaque. "I'm only going to a private spot. No one will be watching."

You jumped into your car, and drove up into the mountains. The sun warmed your skin as the wind from the speed cooled it. The intermittent sensations drove you crazy with anticipation. You couldn't wait to get there. It was one place you felt closer to the earth, where you felt like a woman. 

Naked. 

Alone. 

One with nature. 

After a short drive, you came to a small pullout on the road. Being a Sunday, you knew there would be very little traffic, and guaranteed you the privacy you so desperately needed. You parked your car, gathered your things (which consisted of water, sun tanning oil, a sturdy beach chair, and a hat). 

"You mustn't forget your hat," you thought as you giggled to yourself. "Off I go..."

As you strolled down the narrow forest path, you brushed the cobwebs from your dress. In doing so, you touched your hard nipples. "Not you again." 

You stopped, took off your dress, and continued on your way. "There you go girls. Go play."

You arrived at the stream, and for some reason, it looked better than you had ever seen it. Wildflowers grew up to the meandering stream bank. Birds were singing. The wind made the leaves rustle, like an audience applauding your arrival. 

You unfolded your chair in your usual spot. This spot had sun all day. 

"This is the perfect day," you said allowed. "It could not get any better."

You put on your tanning oil, placed your hat on your head, and lay on your chair. The sun warmed your cool skin instantly, and danced into your senses. Your nipples raged in excitement. Your legs spread to welcome the sun's fingers. "Tease me, oh Sun-god." 

As the sun beat upon your body, you heard what may be footsteps. You looked up and around. You saw nothing. You shrugged it off and lay back down. A few minutes passed, and you were dosing off to the peacefulness of nature.

What felt like minutes turned into an hour, and your startled yourself awake. You lifted off you hat from your eyes, and there, in front of you, was a naked man, stroking his cock at the sight of you. 

"I'm sorry, does this scare you?" he asks with a smirk. 

"Not at all, please, put your chair over here in front of me, and make yourself comfortable." A perfect day indeed.

As he was setting his chair up, you took the time to check him out. After all, he did take his time checking you out. He was tall with dark hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could warm a soul. His body was average to fit, which is how you like it. His ass was perfect, and begged to be squeezed. You could see his shaved sack and shaft. Still semi-erect, his cock oozed precum. 

"Do you mind if I taste that?" you said. 

"Please do," he replied.

You sat up and moved over to his chair. His legs were spread. You took his cock in your hands and rubbed it. You knelt over and liked the tip of his cock. His precum was tasty and you greedily licked more off of him. You licked down his shaft and sucked on his balls. He moans as you take them into your mouth. 

"You are a very naughty boy for sneaking up on me," you said, and you licked your way down to his ass. As you rimmed him, he gave out a little cry, knowing that it pleased him. 

You continued to stroke his cock, which built up a nice supply of precum. You moved back up to his cock, and as you placed your lips on his head you inserted a finger into his ass. You could feel his contractions as you went deeper into his ass, and his cock deeper into your mouth. You continued this until you felt him ready to cum. 

"You will have to wait, bad-boy. I want you to use that tongue of yours on my pussy."

You leaned back into your chair as he, as if in a daze, leaned over to your chair. You spread your legs, and touched your now throbbing wet clit. You spread your lips, inviting him in.

As he moved onto you, you could feel his warm, moist, breath on your skin. It teased you, as he moved closer to your pussy. He covered your lips with his whole mouth, and sucked you into his. His tongue flicking, massaging, tasting your clit. You moaned with pleasure.

After a time, he placed his hand behind your knees, and pushed on them closer to your chest. As he did this his powerful tongue slid down your pussy, and he teased your inner lips, sucking all of your honey out of your pussy. 

Just as you could feel some wetness flowing down the crack of your ass, you felt instant pleasure as he licked it off your asshole. He was licking between both love holes, as you spread your cheeks for him. His nose was teasing you pussy and clit as he dove deeper into you.

You were reaching you height of your orgasm when he stopped. 

"Oh oh," he whispered. 

You opened your eyes, and there were a naked couple walking up to you guys. "Hello. Mind if we join you?" they asked. 

"Sure, the more the merrier," you said.

There was a spot on the creek that had a natural log 'deck', where the logs had been water turned and debarked, and bleached in the sun. The logs were large in diameter, but were not high off the ground.

Everyone was walking over, the girls to the front, and the boys to the back. The ladies got there first and put some towels down on the logs. You both looked back and you saw the boys. They were stroking each other as they walked. 

"I think you fellas should show us ladies some man loving," you yelled out.

The boys got to the 'deck'. Your first fellow laid out on his back. The other fellow got between his legs and licked his full shaft, starting at the tip, and moved his way down to his balls. He stopped and sucked in his buddies ball sack. He licked back up to his tip and took his cock into his mouth.

As the boys were playing you ladies had a game of your own...



The Stream On The Farm.



The family consists of our parents, my twin brother, Keith and myself. As kids we attended a farm school, which combined all the kids in the district. After school, we would go to the stream, which ran through our property and sit under the trees, and do our homework.

On completion of our homework, and naturally a bit of sibling horseplay, we would return to the house to complete the house chores.

This ritual was an every day event, our parents were very strict about our schoolwork, and especially our homework, as they maintained that as they never had any formal education we would not be deprived of one.

As we grew older I can always remember the natural games of the girls, and boys, namely doctor, patient. This led us to discovering each other's body. We never touched anything and so at this point we were totally sweet and innocent. As we were a farming community I would wear my brother's shirts, and sometimes even his pants, which were too big. By this time I had already started to grow a beaver and my tits were beginning to also grow.

I had exactly one dress and one bra, and this was for Sunday Church, and anything, which pertained to a smart event.

We would still be forced to do our homework, and so we did so, by the side of the stream. By now I had a beaver, which was completely covered with blond hair, and my tits had grown completely. Keith on the other hand had also matured. I still used to wear his old clothes, and due to the fact that they were to big for me and were short sleeved shirts, and the pants as well, I would often see him trying to get a better view of my tits, and of course, when he looked down he would be able to see my pussy. I used to wet myself by just imagining the type of power I held over my brother. Often he would get himself all worked up, and I would lean across his lap, and feel his stiff cock pressing against his pants, and asking some irrelevant question. On many such occasions his cock, would almost jump out of his pants. I would get even wetter than I realised that I should, but it was all in the name of a tease.

One day after completing our homework, Keith and I had a squabble, and suddenly Keith grabbed me, from behind, and ripped my short pants, which immediately fell to the floor. I was so livered with this, and the squabble, that I paid very little notice to my pants. Instead I just jumped on top of Keith, and kicked him in the stomach, which I hoped would keep him away from me so that I would be able to get away from him.

Instead Keith grabbed me and held me down, and started to strum, on my breast, just between my tits, giving a horrible feeling. I then made a grab onto any part or piece of clothing to pull Keith off me. In the meantime Keith saw my ploy and immediately leaned forward, thus all my hopes of getting out of his grip, was an impossibility. My shirt had by now had been partially opened thus exposing most of my tits. 

Suddenly from around my pussy I could feel a hard rock, which suddenly exploded, spewing a white liquid all over me. Naturally I knew what had just occurred, and Keith just looked at me in absolute shame. After explaining to him that I also masturbated and that it was quite natural. He was still in a state of shame, not because of what had happened but how it had happened. I told him that I was going to clean up in the stream, and he could go into the house like that or also clean up. Not wanting to undergo the wrath of dad, Keith and I both went into the stream clothed so as to clean our clothes off completely.

After this swim, I took my shirt off to dry, and as I had no bra, my tits that were pert, size 34", were swaying in front of me. I retrieved my pants and left them on the ground to keep from getting wet. Keith in the meantime had removed his clothing and was getting another, hard on. I think that at this point it was quite safe to say that I left him alone and he once again ejaculated, making me wanting to masturbate, but I was too shy to do that even in front of my brother.

Upon finishing high school, we both signed up for a course, at a college, where we could do our work via a correspondence method. We were the only kids in the town who wanted to learn beyond school. It appeared that if a parent obtained a standard then their offspring should not beat them, school wise. We by this time were eighteen going onto nineteen, and trying to get A's as this course was draining the family, and their resources.

Our demeanour had not changed in the slightest, and I still wore Keith's clothes, without any bra. But as I was an adolescence, and Keith was the only person who would see me, beside our parents who could not afford better clothing for us. Due to the fact that when I bent down to write my notes, I could strangle myself, unless the top two buttons were undone.

Keith loved this, as he could look, down my shirt, and see my tits without any hindrance.

One day when I came down to do my work I found Keith swimming in the stream, all his clothing was on the bank of the stream. I took the clothes, and placed them behind the trees, and then back to the stream where we always did our projects. 

Keith even at the age of eighteen and a half was extremely shy, and so submerged himself in search of his clothing. As they were hidden he would never find them. Eventually seeing the futility of his search, he got out of the stream, and sat on the other side of the stream drying off, in the sun. Keith lay on his stomach so as not to expose his cock. I carried on with my project, and then I heard Keith's voice thunder across the stream demanding his clothes. I told him that he better get his butt over here and start searching for them. 

He crossed the stream with his cock, leading the way, and he told me that he wanted his clothes now. I feigned innocence, and Keith then pushed me over pulled my pants down and then my shirt off, and naturally except for a pair of panties I was naked. Keith then told me that unless I told him where his clothes were he would take his old ones and leave me here to come inside on my own, naked.

By now Keith had a raging hard on, and I told him that if he didn't get relieved, pretty soon, he would once again, start squirting his cum all over the place. He seemed pleased with this idea, and asked what I had in mind. 

I took his cock in my hand and gently massaged it, jerking him off and a slow rhythmical pace. After I began to feel his balls tighten, I placed his cock between my lips and sucked him off. One thing I must say is that Keith had a large cock, not that I was a connoisseur as I had only seen my dad when he had showered in the open after he had come in from a hard day in the field. Both Keith and dad, had about the same size as each other. Keith soon came in my mouth and I tried desperately to suck each precious drop into my waiting mouth. 

I then told Keith that it was turn and that he should eat a bit of my pussy. He obligingly did this, and pretty soon I was having an orgasm, then I showed Keith my clitoris, and told him to suck, and lick on this organ, which was already wet and definitely waiting. Keith once again set to work to please me, and pretty soon I could feel myself on the abyss of having the orgasm of my live, this in turned out to be several orgasms within several minutes.

Keith by this time was hard again and told me that he would like to fuck me. I agreed with him, as I naturally wanted that chunk of meat in my pussy. After placing his cock into my pussy, Keith started to just thrash about without any sense of bringing either himself or his partner to a fantastic orgasm.

I slowed him down, told him to go slower, and enjoy his moments, and that he should have a rhythm to his motion.

After telling him this he fucked me as I had told him, and pretty soon I was having an orgasm.

I then felt Keith, getting bigger and bigger and still stiffer, then his balls, starting to hit against my pussy lips, and they were rock hard. It would be seconds before he exploded in me.

We came together with Keith sending a torrent of gism into my waiting pussy, and I came almost simultaneously.

I remained on top, of Keith and eventually, after a half hour we went into the stream, washed all the cum off our ourselves, and then placed our clothes back on.

This exercise was carried out quite often, thereafter.



The Street - Candice



Sitting in her Rolls Royce, Candice was feeling really down after having been made a fool of by Tim.

Everyone had warned her that he was married but she had shut them out not wanting to believe the man who gave her such beautiful orgasms belonged to another woman. Tim's wife's appearance on the scene brought her love life to a crashing end. 

Now she felt more worthless than she ever had in her eighteen years. She not only was without a boyfriend she didn't even have any prospects. Who would want her now after a married guy had fucked her? 

Jack Duckworth entered the café to order his full English breakfast when he sees the dejected teen sitting in the corner.

"What's up flower?" he cheerfully asks.

"Oh, it's just guy trouble Jack." Candice mournfully answers.

"Too many?" Jack makes a feeble attempt at humor.

"No, just all the good ones are married." She tells him.

Jack always got a hard-on when he saw Candice. Her short dresses barely covered her rounded ass and her bare legs were long and shapely. Candice had perky young breasts, Jack estimated 36B's and he had seen enough of her cleavage to know they were creamy white and smooth. It had been many years since Jack had got his cock into a nice bit of young fluff like Candice.

"Wanna talk about it?" Jack offered.

"You don't want to hear it." She answered.

"Sure, but it would be better at my place, it is quieter there." Jack coaxed.

If Jack could get the young girl into his house they would be alone for over an hour before Vera got home.

"Well, OK, if you really want to." Candice agreed. 

Jack quickly paid Cropper for Candice's tea and hustled his prey out the door.

Jack told Candice to have a seat on the couch while he went through to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

As he filled the kettle he looked out into the living room where he could see Candice sitting. Her knees were carelessly spread apart allowing Jack ton see her silk covered fan. Her knickers were slightly bulged by the mound of pubic hard beneath; Jack's cock was already as hard as a rock.

Over a cup of tea and a hastily prepared plate of biscuits Candice poured her heart out giving Jack a detailed account of her fiasco with Tim. Her description how she had performed oral sex on him and how he had violated her bum only enraged Jack's cock.

Preoccupied in relating her sad tale Candice was totally unaware that now her knees were obscenely apart and Jack could see the material of her knickers was stretched across her crotch, allowing a few strands of her mousy brown pubic hairs to escape from the leg openings. Jack was sure he could see a patch of dampness right where her clit would be.

While Jacko was salivating over Candice's crotch the poor girl was breaking down into tears. 

"There, there, Petal." Jack attempted to console her reaching over and putting his hand on her bare thigh.

Candice did not resist his touch, "Why don't men find me desirable Jack?" she bleated. "Now that I've been fucked by a married guy I will never get a boyfriend."

Jack was surprised by her use of the "F" word but he did not agree that she was not desirable. "Lots of guys would love to fuck you!" Jack rebutted intentionally using "fuck" to see if she would be shocked. Jacks hand moved slightly higher up her leg.

"You're just saying that." Candice tested.

Her stepfather who had taken her virginity had fucked Candice. Although it had been forbidden love Candice remembered their interludes with fond memories, they had shared something special with each other; it was not just one taking what they needed. She longed for that kind of a relationship again.

"Would you fuck me Jack?"

Jack could not believe what he heard, His hand lurched up her leg and Candice opened wide. Jack's fingers found their goal.

Feeling her wetness he suggested they go upstairs.

Jack followed the teen up the stairs watching her round ass swivel beneath the tight wool dress.

Once in the bedroom Candice reached behind her neck and pulled down her zipper. Peeling her dress off each shoulder she let it fall, briefly snagging on her breasts before falling around her ankles.

She stepped out of the dress wearing only a white bra, panties and black patent shoes. Without hesitation she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra. Bringing her hands forward she pulled the bra away from her breast revealing two firm cones of alabaster skin tipped with delicious pink puffy nipples. Jack held his breath as her thumbs hooked under the elastic waist of her knickers. Slowly she pulled them down over her flared hips uncovering her soft brown patch of pubic hair.

Candice had the perfect adolescent body, still a hint of baby fat around her midriff, an angry red pimple marring her forehead and the traces of the love bite Tim had left on her neck during their love making. It had been many years since Jack had lain with such a scrumptious bit of fluff.

Jack's shorts looked like a miniature circus big top with his center pole forcing the material far out from his groin. Slipping off his last remaining garment he joined the naked girl on his bed.

Candice examined the cock she was about to take inside of her. Jack was not as big as Tim but that was all right, she was not looking for size but a cock to console her and she knew Jack could do that. 

Carefully Jack mounted Candice's horizontal body. She lay with her lovely long legs spread so he may position himself between them. Her hand reached down and grasped Jack's erection guiding it to her entrance. Jack felt the sensitive head of his cock being guided through her soft hair and touch her warm, wet femininity, unable to hold back he thrust himself into her.

Jack could feel the years evaporate as he sank into Candice's young body, he was in his fifties, his forties, and as his balls kissed her soft mons he was a trapping eighteen-year-old stud again.

"Oh yes Jack. You make me feel like a woman!" the teen moaned.

Jack began to fuck the unhappy girl.

Candice moved under him with new found skill. She gyrated her hips in a circular motion dragging his cock with her as if trying to grind it into ground beef. Jack drove into harder in an attempt to force her submission to her master. Her legs wrapped around his hips drawing him into her tighter and locking her young body onto his cock.

"Fuck me Jack, make me come!" Candice pleaded.

Jack felt the load of sperm that had been stored in his balls all to long begin to come to a boil. "Oh Baby, I am going to give you a load like you have never known!" Jack warned.

Candice readied herself for the flood of Duckworth baby batter she was about to receive. "Yes, this is what I was meant to do!" she told herself.

Jack was ready to empty his emotions into the squirming young girl beneath him. His toes dug into the bed giving him leverage to ensure his cock was in Candice to its full extent when he let his flood go.

"Oh Jack, Jack, I love you!" Candice screamed as her womb was saturated with Jack's gene pool.

Jack grunted as the last of his sperm seeped into Candice's tummy.

"Thanks for everything Jack." Candice said as she left the Duckworth house in a much better mood than she had entered.

"Anytime I can help Petal." Jack answered. 



The Strength a Costume Brings



The house was decorated for the holiday. A bowl full of chocolate and other tooth decaying goodies had been placed on a table near the door and Seanna, dressed casually, tried to regain the thrill of a Halloween tradition as she set the phone down. 

Her thoughts slipped willingly back to Jefferson and his apologetic tone. Every time he baled he sounded sincere and every time she accepted his excuses, she sounded convincing. The proper "it's okay", "goodbye" and "I love you" had been spoken by each of them, yet it was the sound of feminine laughter that still hummed in her ear.

Idly she played with her wedding band and matching engagement ring. He'd placed it on her five years ago, pledging his love as she had hers. Yet, for the past several weeks, if not months he had been coming home late, spending his weekends at the office, and excusing himself from family events. At first she had thought nothing of it, in truth indulging in her freedom by starting dinner late, waiting until the last minute to clean the house, or fold his laundry. Seanna had even made a few lunch dates with her old college friends -- friendships that had become stagnant after her wedding. 

As time passed though she began to feel him pulling away and so she went back to her old routine of being what she felt was the ideal woman. She catered to his needs when he was home, made sure his favorite foods were piping hot when he came through the door -- even if he was running late -- and pleased him sexually whenever he put the moves on her. 

However, the late night meetings and excuses still came and doubt began to settle even deeper into her mind. Now the sound of another woman giggling on the other end of the phone confirmed her suspicions. The clock down the hall chimed the hour, bringing her out of her self-induced sanctuary of denial. In a somewhat numbed state she moved over to the door, and turned off the porch light, a signal to the costumed residents of Charlotte, that the household would not be participating in trick-or-treating. 

"Two can play at this game," she muttered to herself before snatching her keys from the hook by the door and making her way toward the garage. 

"Evenin' Missus Coughlin." 

Seanna turned, searched in the direction of the voice and spied her neighbor Chad. "Hi," she said, with a quick wave before resuming her destination. 

Chad watched her leave admiring the sway of her hips and the curling locks of red hair that caressed her shoulders before cascading down her back. He had always enjoyed watching her walk away, though having her walk toward him was also worthy of admiration. Today though, as delicious as she was to look at, it had not taken a rocket scientist to see the anger in her eyes and the determination in her stride. 

He wondered if she had finally come to terms with Jefferson's infidelity and was on her way to her husband's office to confront him. What would she say if she knew that most everyone in Charlotte knew of her husband's indiscretions? The only reason Seanna hadn't known when she hooked up with the playboy was because she hadn't grown up in the area. She was a young girl from Indiana, who had been relatively sheltered -- having been home schooled and policed by her parents on how long she was allowed to be on a computer. 

The sound of the car pulling out of the garage made him turn back toward the Coughlin home. He watched her pull away, again catching her gaze and giving her a customary wave with a tilt of his head. The look on her face spoke volumes and he hoped that whatever she was up to would end the way she wanted it to. 

Jefferson watched as Kara slipped her panties down her hips, thighs and calves before stepping free of them. Her fingertips slowly traveled up the length of her smooth legs, pausing at her sex and then sliding over her belly. She winked at him before moving her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and offering them to him. 

He chuckled, pushed his chair away from his desk and waited for her to come to him. Slowly she closed the distance between them; her tongue darted out, moistening her lips while her fingers toyed with her nipples. 

"You're practically drippin'," Jefferson said when she reached his side. With his thumb he caressed the slick folds of her sex, parting the lips and exposing the tender flesh covered in juice. He pushed one digit into her hole and twisted it back and forth, until she was whimpering and moaning. His gaze shifted from her sex to her breasts. The tips were hard, ridged and desperately in need of attention. 

With his free hand he pushed her back toward his desk. He continued to fuck her with slow deliberation while she settled herself on its cool polished surface. Her breasts bounced, but he caught the right nipple easily between his lips. A groan of pleasure spilled from her lips, landed in his ears and made his cock jerk with anticipation. 

The first come of the night was always quick to arrive, so when Jefferson unloaded into his newest acquisition he didn't mind. She didn't either, since her hips were more than willing to continue pumping away. Her pussy muscles constricted around his softening tool, keeping him locked within her soft depths and soon, like clockwork, he was back to driving into her. 

His mind however had chosen a different path to follow. The feeling of the woman beneath him still brought him pleasure, but the sound of her laughter echoing around the room still weighed heavily on his mind. He wondered if Seanna had heard it and if so what would she think. Would she assume it was just one of the business partners? Or a client? Or would she put the pieces together and finally see what a low-life skunk he truly was? 

He didn't want the latter thing to happen. He knew he'd gotten sloppy in regards to hiding his affairs, but beyond dinner being slightly late some nights, nothing in Seanna's routine had actually changed. She still gave him what he wanted in bed as well as out of it. Surely if she knew of his appetite for adulterous affairs she would have confronted him. Then again, maybe not, after all that's why he chose her. She had grown up secluded, dependent on her family and now dependent on him. That and the challenge of womanizing had grown boring. A wife at home made it more thrilling. 

The sound of Kara climaxing made him smirk, brought him back to the task at hand and soon he too was grunting in appreciation for her efforts. His cock slipped easily from her warm, slick channel; the sucking sound brought on a feeling of satisfaction. He looked down and grinned at the hot cum that oozed from the woman's sex and dripped from his cock. 

Kara slipped from the desk and settled on the floor. She devoured his shaft, sucking, licking, and swallowing the proof of their mating. His fingers tangled in her hair, pushed her down further and allowed her the privilege of washing him. As she gazed up into his eyes, he wondered again about Seanna; perhaps it was time to reevaluate her position in his life. 

She drove for an hour, her thoughts slamming back and forth against her temples. The laughter in her head was a constant source of pain. Seanna looked out her window and saw the familiar building where her husband worked. She pulled into the parking lot and shut down the engine. Another hour passed, her imagining the worst and hoping for the best, not once had her eyes left the doors to the building. For her reward she watched Jefferson and a woman emerge. 

The lighting of the parking lot was dim, and Seanna had purposely parked her car in a corner. She'd seen her husband's vehicle, several yards away and felt confident that he would not notice her. As he walked the woman to her car, Seanna looked around curious if anyone else was watching him. Did the woman have a boyfriend or a husband? Would they confront the couple? Or would she be the one to do it?

Jefferson's hand slipped down to the woman's ass; he gave it a squeeze before opening her door and helping her inside. 

"Ever the gentleman," Seanna whispered. The snide remark sounded foreign to her. She hated the feeling of disgust that rolled through her chest and settled in her stomach. Jefferson hurried over to his car and once it was back on the road, Seanna joined him. In her mind she thought out what she would say when they both arrived home. She would demand an explanation, order him to admit to his infidelity and then she would force him to change. 

The turn signal on his car told her that her husband wasn't quite ready to return to his loving wife. She chose to follow him, curiosity and betrayal still feeding her. He pulled up to the curb and parked his car in front of a bar. Neon lights reflected down on the waxed surface of the Mercedes, invading the interior, much like they did Seanna's when she pulled up and parked a few spaces behind him. She marveled at how casual he was. Not once did he look around or question that he was being watched by someone -- let alone his wife. It told her what she already knew, Jefferson was good at this and had been for some time. 

Chad looked up from the corner booth, where he, his sister and her husband sat enjoying the last few swallows of their beers and bites of their bar food dinner. His brow furrowed when Jefferson caught his gaze. The two men nodded a silent greeting. It wasn't a surprise to see Jefferson at the bar, after all it was where a lot of business men liked to unwind. Jefferson was a regular as was Chad. 

"Isn't that your neighbor?" his sister asked. 

"Yeah, surprised you remember him." 

Micheal, his brother, chuckled. "Of course she remembers him. He ogles her every time we visit and he happens to be outside." 

"Really?" Chad asked; the furrow in his brow deepened. 

"It's not a big deal. He's never done anything to me," Melanie confided, "besides if he did Micheal would step in." 

"Damn right, I would," he turned and looked at Jefferson, who was taking a seat at the bar next to an attractive woman. "I never really believed you when he said he was a womanizer, guess he is though." 

"His poor wife --- Seanna, right?" Melanie asked. 

Chad shook his head. "Yeah, she hasn't a clue." 

"How long have they been married?" his sister inquired. 

"Five years, I think." 

The three of them continued to gossip amongst themselves. Chad's thoughts floated back and forth between the conversation he was having with his sibling and her husband, and the way the young woman hung on Jefferson's every word. 

Seanna had sat in her car for ten minutes before taking a moment to pull her eyes from the bar's entrance. She took note of the neighborhood. It wasn't overly impressive, but well lit and it was obvious as the night continued on, the bar was popular. Her gaze shifted to the shops across the street. The cafe and bakery were closed, as were the small specialty stores that catered to specific styles of dress. One window was brilliantly decorated with various mannequins dressed in both scary and seductive Halloween attire. 

A sense of melancholy rolled over her as she thought of the young kids who were missing out on the chocolate she'd selected for their night of trick-or-treating. Her lips fell in a soft pout as she imagined the kids walking past her home, and wondering why Missus Coughlin wasn't there with her king size candy bars and silliness. After all she had decorated her house to the nines, yet she wasn't there. 

The sight of a couple walking out of the bar made her heart still. She looked hard at the man and women, then sighed with relief that it was not Jefferson and some stranger he'd picked up. Her stomach tightened as she thought over the past few weeks. Was the woman from work just one of many? With dread and apprehension guiding her Seanna left her car and headed toward the bar. 

Laughter coming from inside, mingled with the scent of smoke and alcohol made her stop short. This place wasn't her, it was far removed from the Indiana farm girl that she was. Her lower lip trembled; she pulled it between her teeth and tugged on the tender flesh. Once again her gaze was drawn to the mannequins in the store window. She licked her lips, soothing the skin and headed across the street. 

A small bell rang when she opened the door and stepped inside. 

"We're just about to close," a voice called from the back. 

Seanna glanced at her watch, frowned at the hour and sighed. 

"I said about to close, not closed. Whattcha need?" 

Looking up Seanna saw a clerk walking toward her. The name tag identified the employee as Natalie; she was short, spiked hair and had a piercing in her nose that sparkled when the light hit it. Seanna felt uneasy in the woman's presence. 

"I'm not sure," Seanna admitted. "I'm supposed to go to a party and well --- it's a costume party. I don't want anyone to recognize me, but..." 

"You still want to look hot, right?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Your party -- you want to look good right? Not recognizable, but still pleasing to the eye. I don't see you as the zombie or vampire type, more like Little Red Riding Hood or Dorothy." 

Seanna's lips rose in a crooked smile. "Yeah, definitely not a blood and gore type of girl. Can you help?" she looked back toward the bar, noting Jefferson's car still parked in its light. "I don't have a lot of time," she admitted. 

"Sure, let me close up though, so we're not interrupted." 

Jefferson nuzzled the woman's cheek and topped off her drink from the bottle he had purchased from the bar. She giggled, tilted her head and offered him her neck. He licked the beating pulse that was shadowed by the light. His gaze occasionally shifted to Chad and Chad's companions, but not once did he fear his neighbor's judgmental gaze. An understanding among men had been established a long time ago -- back in the cave man days. What the wife doesn't know, doesn't hurt her. 

The hardness of his cock told him that he and the exquisite beauty beside him would need to find a corner soon. He needed the release her willing sex offered and she had made it obvious to him that she didn't mind doing it in the dimly lit hallway, or the back seat of his car. They were both adults and both knew what this night was all about. 

"Fuck damn, I want those boots." 

Jefferson rolled his eyes at the words that had suddenly come from the woman's mouth. He turned to look, feigning interest in what had distracted his temporary partner. His eyes took note of the thigh high boots and the fishnet stockings that hugged a pair of cream-colored thighs. A short leather skirt that flared out hung low on the hips of a woman dressed in a tight white tank top. Her hair was woven into a thick braid; streaks of gold, blue, and purple tangled with the red locks. For a brief moment he thought of Seanna and how red her hair was. 

"Hey don't forget about me." 

He turned his attention away from the newcomer, and forced his eyes to drag their way down to his newest acquisitions chest. Her breasts were plump, ready for the picking and would wrap easily around his swollen cock. He wondered what the other woman's hair would look like knotted around his hand while her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Again he glanced away from the sure thing sitting beside him. 

Chad coughed, choking on his beer as Seanna walked into the bar. He waved off the concern in his sister's eyes, and took another drink, hoping the alcohol would clear his vision. His neighbor took a seat at the bar and bit down on her lower lip. Immediately Chad glanced at Jefferson. He was busy dividing his attention to the woman on his lap and the behind figure of his wife. Yet, Jefferson made no move to confront his better half. 

The bartender didn't have a chance to approach Seanna before a man at the bar was ordering a drink for her. Chad watched, curiosity so clearly written on his face that he felt Melanie press into him. "Who is she?" she asked. 

"My neighbor's wife," Chad admitted. 

Immediately both Melanie and Micheal turned their gaze upon the braided redhead. "Holy fuck," they both whispered simultaneously. Like clockwork, their eyes shifted back to Jefferson, then to Seanna and back again. Eventually Melanie and Micheal leaned back in their seats and shook their heads. 

"She's playin' the field too," Melanie said in a condescending voice. 

Chad frowned. "I don't think so," he answered, remembering the determination in her stance when she left earlier in the evening. "I think she's followed him out here, dressed up to catch him in the act." 

"Really?" Melanie asked. 

He nodded his head, but said nothing more, choosing instead to keep a watchful eye on the decked out redhead. 

Seanna thanked the bartender for the drink that the stranger had bought for her. She kept her gaze fixated on it, the man next to her and the reflection of her spouse in the mirror across from her seat. He was teasing a woman, making her blush, giggle, and shift in her seat. Seanna wondered what he was whispering in her ear and if the woman cared that Jefferson was married or not. 

"Penny for your thoughts." 

She pulled her eyes back toward the stranger's. "Sorry, just distracted," she admitted. Her eyes traveled slowly over the man before widening when Chad caught her gaze. 

"What?" the stranger asked, turning away from Seanna hoping to see what had caught her off guard. 

"Um, nothing. I just thought...," her words died as Chad rose from the booth and made his way toward her. 

She said nothing as he touched the other man on the shoulder. "Thanks for buyin' my girl a drink. How much do I owe you?" 

The stranger did little to mask his frustration. "Nothin'," he said, before grabbing his beer and walking away. Chad took a seat next to Seanna. "Keep looking straight ahead," he told her, "unless you want him to see you." 

She did as he suggested; trembling hands clutched her drink. A tear trickled down her face, leaving a small flaw in her make-up.

"What are you doing here?" Chad asked. Her gaze shifted over to him. Slanted eyes told him how audacious she found his question. "How long have you known?" he asked. 

She glanced at her watch. "A confirmed notion -- about an hour or so," she answered. 

"Why the get up?" 

She shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't think he'd recognize me and well... ."

"The costume is your shield against this life," he said interrupting her words. 

Seanna shook her head yes. 

He chuckled softly. "You know I was kiddin' about 'this life' -- it's just a bar." 

This time Seanna chose to laugh. "I've never been in a bar," she admitted. "Mom and Dad didn't go into town much, and most of my teenage years were spent learning the gospel and how to properly keep a house." 

"Wow," Chad admitted. "I knew you were shy and reserved, but I thought it was just your personality. I didn't know you were sheltered from reality." 

She sipped her drink. "I'm not anymore, not after marrying Jefferson and especially not after tonight." 

Chad sighed. "What are you going to do?" 

Her shoulders sank down and her lip shook. "I don't know," she admitted. 

"Let me take you home." 

Seanna shook her head and felt his hand on her shoulder. A gentle squeeze and a whispered "be right back" barely registered. Jefferson was standing up, the woman anchored to his side and walking past her. Their eyes met for a moment, but he seemed oblivious to the fact his wife was gazing back at him. A lump formed in her throat as he winked at her reflection before continuing on his walk toward the rear of the bar. 

Chad let his neighbor pass, refusing to interrupt Jefferson and the woman. He would dwell on the reasons why later. Right now, he wanted to get Seanna away from the prying eyes that were looking to score with the leather clad redhead. 

"We'll take your car," he said. "My brother and sis will bring mine back when they're ready."