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Water

By: angerose



She lapped the pool again. The warm water soothing her increasing anxiety. Where was he? She slid below the water as she swam trying to clear her thoughts. Why was she so disappointed, she barely knew him yet he excited her in a way she had never felt before. They had only met once and just the memory of that evening made her clitoris swell. Would he taunt her by not turning up, only making her want him more? She wanted him so badly, it was crazy.

She reached the end of the pool and paused to look out the vast expanse of glass that overlooked the town. The pool lights had been turned off and the car head lights from the road below flickered and twinkled around the walls. Could one of the cars be his? The lights flickered along in a monotonous stream, almost mesmerizing but its consistency. Her thoughts returned to him and she shook her head. As much as she ached for him, she knew it was a risky game they were playing. As she gazed through the thick glass panes, the moon resumed its magnificent reign in the sky, the soft white clouds gently saying farewell to their cover. An eerie white glow shone over the town, little clusters of residences appeared either side of the road. She rested her legs on the bottom of the gently sloping pool and leant back to absorb the moons magnetic glow. The glass atrium above the pool reflected the night sky over and over in every pane of angled glass. She hoped he would come, that he would make her deliciously wet as he always did.

As she lay rested back on her hands, the water gently lapping against her torso, she could hear the rhythmical humming of the pools filters. Her heart started beating fast in her chest. She wanted to be taken, she wanted him here now.

She moved herself back up the slope of the pool so that her torso rose above the water. She lay back looking up at the moon and star scape of the atrium. She ran her hands down the sides of her torso and forcefully groped her pussy, her spine shuddered and she felt herself lift her hips upwards to meet her full grasp. 

Her left hand slid deftly under the fabric of her bikini, her short trimmed hair tickled as her fingers moved through it and she gently parted her outer lips, tracing her finger along each swollen lip. She dipped her finger inside her. She groaned and rocked her hips up again. The water rippling around her pussy as she moved. Her right hand still teased her nipples, which were bullet hard. She tightened her grip on her nipples and pussy tightened hard.

Her fingers still caressing her clit, she followed her clit down and slowly entered two fingers inside her. Her muscles tightened in rhythm with her finger fucking. She was so soft inside, the warm soft velvety patch just inside her throbbed as she pushed against it hard with her fingers. She cried out each time she did this. The sensation against this spot drove her wild, almost animal like. She wanted to grip on to him, wrap her long slender legs around him and pull him in close, to fuck her. 

She arched her back forward so that she could drive her fingers deeper; she could feel the end of her pussy, then slowly withdrawing her fingers; feeling the inside of her pussy, so soft. Feverishly she flicked her clit over and over until she felt the onset of orgasm. Her eyes closed. Her feet pushed down on the slope of the pool as she lifted her hips up, raising her spine off the floor. She could feel the water rush into her pussy as she sucked her muscles up hard, milking the fingers inside her. Waves of water, crashed around her as her body thrashed in the water, up and down, her fingers plunging deeper and deeper and harder inside her, her finger frantically rubbing her clitoris. Panting, her body shuddered into a longed for, hungry orgasm. Her fingers being sucked deep inside her as she contracted over and over, he orgasm washing over her whole body, the water around her splashing onto her body. Her hard nipples now tender, tantalizingly sensitive making her flinch each time she caressed them. She gently withdrew her fingers and gently rubbed her outer lips, gently rubbing in the abundant juices that she had expelled. She relaxed back on to the slope, her hands still caressing, stroking her pussy. Gradually her breathing relaxed, her body still momentarily shuddering.

She lay there listening, the water lapping against the sides of the pool. The moon still above her glistening its beautiful white light around the atrium with the stars winking promiscuously at her. She could see herself laying there, hands still gently touching. Then she saw him...watching her......he was hard.... 

Water and Women



The main room of the saloon was occupied by the bartender, four men standing at the bar, two men at a table playing gin rummy, and one man asleep in a chair, his muddy boots propped on the table, his Stetson pulled down over his eyes. Cigar haze and the smells of bourbon and draught beer filled the air. Dirty clothes worn several weeks - some even several months - reeked of heavy perspiration, loose farts, and equally offensive other body odors. 

The mattresses and scant pillows in the sleeping rooms upstairs (all, save one) smelled equally as bad. Body lice was fairly common.

Bill the blacksmith was the only man in this small town who owned a tub big enough for bathing, and the tub was crammed in the back corner of the loft, over the livery stable he had inherited from the last owner. Currently, the tub was painted with bird droppings from the pigeon nests in the rafters, and filled with stray tools, old boots, rags...and a mother cat nursing six kittens. The porcelain was scratched and chipped, but not yet rusted. There was no drainhole.

Walt, Rake, Jesse, Bill and Tom stood at the bar, arguing about water. O'Toole, the Chinese bartender, dried shot glasses, listened intently, and stealthily eyed the men's reflections in the big mirror behind the bar. Every fifteen minutes for the last two hours, O'Toole lugged buckets of hot water upstairs, boiled on the stove in the kitchen off the bar. A fastidiously clean man, O'Toole washed and pressed his clothes once a week.

"You don't normally do washin' on a Wednesday, O'Toole," Walt noticed. "And that sure is a hell of a lot of water you're totin'. Your barrel outside must be near empty."

"Yes, O'Toole replied. "Busy, busy. Must be clean. Cook in kitchen busy, busy, too."

Rake said, "Well, the creek is gonna dry up one of these days, and they's gotta be a well dug for this town. If we ain't got water, we ain't got women. And we need women." He scratched the crotch of his well-worn britches and picked a flea off his sleeve, squeezing it between his long fingernails.

"Yeah?" said Walt, running the back of his hand under his nose. His beard and mustache were stained with chewing tobacco. "And jes' how we gonna get a well dug for women if we ain't got women to get more men here to dig the well? Men jes' ain't gonna come where they ain't no women, and women ain't gonna come where they ain't no water handy for bathin'and washin'."

"That's right," Tom said. "Women don't like to bathe in the creek when they ain't enough bushes to hide behind, and that creek ain't got nary a shrub or tree nearby of any height. Women like it private. But I'd surely love to watch 'em get nekkid and wet with them nice smellin' soaps all bubbly and shinin', suds all over their ... mmm, mmm, mmmmmm." He picked his nose, rolled the booger between his thumb and forefinger, then flicked it into space. "Yessir, I would surely love to see that."

Jesse pushed his hat back from his forehead, and hung his boot on the bar rail attached to the bottom of the bar. "We're here, ain't we? And we're men. We came knowin' they ain't no gals here. We took the risk. "

Bill smiled a broad, somewhat toothless grin, and said in his slow drawl, "We come here 

to pan for gold, and that's that. Didn't matter there weren't no women when all we wanted was the gold. Now that we got a jingle in our pockets, and a stash in our mattresses, now we want women. Can't have one without the other, fer sure. Ain't no fun havin' so much money when they ain't a bunch a purty women to spend it all for ya."

O'Toole turned to the men and said, "Dogs barking far off. Stagecoach is coming."

Their eyes got bright with excitement until Rake said, "This is just delivery. No one rides into Destry mid-week. Never."

They listened to the sounds of wagon wheels pounding the dirt road in the distance, and collectively knew the coach would arrive any minute. But with no passengers on it, they all turned back to the bar, uninterested, and began the argument again about the well and when they should start digging, how long it would take, where it should be located, etc.

Tom piped in again, that big smile on his face, "Let's hurry, boys, so we can get them women here! Nekkid women washin'. I tell ya, I can't wait to see 'em!"

The stage coach pulled up right in front of O'Toole's, and the driver hopped down. He wiped his hands on the back of his pants, removed his hat and smoothed down his hair, then ran the sleeve of his shirt across his mouth before he stepped to the door of the coach and dropped a wooden box on the ground.

"We're here in Destry, Miss. Right here at O'Toole's, like I promised."

"Oh, Mr. Driver, Sweetie. You have been so very kind. Allow me to offer you my hankie. You may return it to me for redemption the next time you come through, you dear, wonderful man!"

Talk at the bar came to a halt, and all heads quickly turned at the sound of the woman's soft, slow drawl. O'Toole ran from behind the bar to the swinging doors, and held them open. Small female feet in the daintiest of heels clicked across the boardwalk to the entry of the saloon, and the swish of silks, satin, and petticoats announced her arrival right before she stepped through the doors.

O'Toole offered her both of his clean and well-manicured hands, and he bowed low. "Miss GG, welcome to Destry. You are more lovely than I imagined!"

The driver stepped through the doors carrying the first of GG's three trunks. "S'cuse me, Miss GG. I'll set these down right here. He looked up at the men in the room as he placed the trunk on the floor. His cheek and the corner of his mouth carried the unmistakable imprint of GG's lip rouge.

The two gin rummy players laid down their cards, while the men at the bar stood open-mouthed and could only stare. GG was more than a sight for sore eyes. Surely she was a vision and not real. Her dress was layer upon layer of purple and black satin, edged all around with four inches of white and black lace. Though it dragged the ground behind her, the front of her dress was a full eighteen inches high off the floor, showing her feet in black lace-up ankle heels, holding up holy shit lovely legs. Pretty little legs showcased in silk! The men's eyes traveled uniformly from her feet all the way up the front of her dress. Not only was the top of her dress open, the cleavage of her enormous titties was exposed, showcased in ribbons, silk and lace, and she dabbed a fresh hankie on her bared bosom. On her head was pinned the latest fashion from Paris, well illustrated with several large ostrich plumes.

"Thank you so kindly, Mr. O'Toole!" GG said. She removed the pin from her hat and held it delicately in her gloved hands. 

"Please, Miss GG. Please call me Chin. I've waited a long time to hear you say my name out loud."

"Yes, Chin. Chin O'Toole. Thank you.

"It has been a rather warm day," she sighed, "and I'm afraid I am really quite the mess. It was a very long ride from St. Louis. The dust of the road is in my hair and on my skin, and I do so need a long, luxurious naked bath! Please tell me you have it ready for me. I really must strip completely out of my traveling clothes, and bathe my naughty, naked skin before you formally present me to these magnificent gentlemen gathered here."

Chin bowed again. "Your bath awaits upstairs, Miss. GG."

Jake knocked over his beer on the bar as he reached out to Walt, hit him on the chest, and said, "Walt! Close your mouth!"

Walt coughed and choked, dropped his cowboy hat, then stooped to pick it up. His hand reached out aimlessly, far from his hat, because he was not looking at the floor. His eyes were transfixed on GG's exposed titties. The very tips of her nipples were not completely hidden behind the miniscule inch of black lace, and in his mind he was already exposing, kissing, fondling and sucking them. 

GG curtsied, kissed O'Toole's cheek, stepped away from O'Toole and walked toward the men at the bar. 

She said, "Looks like I need to speak to this gentleman before that bath, Chin. He is giving me an unmistakably happy greeting."

GG sashayed her silks and satins over to Walt, bent to guide him up from his stooped position, leaving his hat on the floor five feet away. Walt's eyes never left her titties. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his scrubby face, and exclaimed, "Sir! How lovely to meet you. I appreciate your unabashed and involuntary welcome of my presence. I hope we have many opportunities to speak and play in less formal circumstances. I have missed the exposure of healthy male cocks while traveling, and I sincerely appreciate your magnificent specimen which stood at attention upon my entry today!"

Walt stood stock still, holding his breath.

"May I touch him softly, pretty please?" GG asked.

Walt nodded slowly, his mouth still open.

GG batted her eyelashes several times, kissed the corner of his mouth again, and ran her hand along his cock over the top of his pants. Walt's knees buckled and he grabbed the bar.

In the same breath, she whirled around, her years of experience sensing an uninvited intrusion, and soundly smacked Tom's hands before he could touch her dress.

Tom's face blushed crimson with embarrassment and he hid his chastened hands behind his back. "I'm really sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean no offense. I swear. I never seen anything so purty, ever. Not ever. My hands just reached out before I even thought."

"I had to stop you before you touched the satin, Sugar." 

She directed her next question at Chin. "Still no laundry facilities for expensive fabrics, right?"

Chin said, "Not yet, Missy. Not for any fabrics, really, except my cook who also washes the sheets here in the rooms. Hopefully soon."

She looked back at Tom, and at each man in the room. "Then I must enlist all your help to keep my finery in good shape. Oh - as well as the silk and satin clothes of all the lovely women also en route to Destry."

No one spoke. The men still stared, open-mouthed.

Walt finally stooped again and found his hat. He cleared his throat and asked GG, "You said, 'lovely women in route to Destry'? They's more comin'?"

"Oh, my, yes! With Chin's - Mr. O'Toole's help - I have been scouring multiple cities in Wichita, New Orleans, Chicago and the like to find adventurous and quite willing - and may I add, very lovely - young ladies who want to meet and play with all you rough and rugged men.

"You all do want women here, yes?" GG asked, smiling at the men. "Because they will begin arriving over the next ninety days."

Jesse blurted out, stumbling over each word, "But...we...we jes' ain't ready! There ain't no well. We need more time!"

GG laughed softly and said, "That will come much sooner than you know. I trust your ability to move quickly and make things happen. 

"In the meantime, please think about this: If you men have any thoughts or desires of your hands on me and my clothes - or of removing my lovely clothes to touch my wonderfully bare body - you must first scrub those hands and trim your nails. The dresses I brought with me must last for who knows how long. They must stay as clean as possible until we can coerce the arrival of a dressmaker, a tailor, and a Chinese laundry to Destry. 

GG pulled at the fingertips of her left hand very slowly and removed her glove as she spoke.

"So, please know we women require" - she paused and placed a painted nail to her bottom lip - "No, insist is a much better word. We women insist that you keep your hands clean and your nails trimmed if you want to touch our lovely bodies."

"Oh...and one other thing. Y'all are gonna need to bathe regularly if you plan to lie on my clean sheets."

Jesse stepped one foot closer and asked timidly, "What'dya mean, 'regular', Miss GG? My ma bathed me once't a month when I was at home. Forced me, she did. I ain't had such a wicked scrubbin' since I got on my own."

His clothes, dirty skin, and body odor bore witness to his words.

GG looked at Jesse and smiled. She got up close to him as she dared so she could still inhale freely without choking, then extended her finger along his jawline.

"What's your name, Sweetie?" GG asked.

Jesse scratched his cheek and cleared his throat, and still his words barely squeaked out. "Jesse, Miss."

"Men call me GG, Jesse. Do you like all that you see in front of you, Jesse?"

Jesse nodded quickly. "Uh, sure do, Miss GG. All of everything I see."

"Think you'd like to swim naked in the creek with me?" she asked, slowly, staring deep into his eyes.

Jesse dropped his face and blushed crimson. The men roared with laughter.

Rake said, trying to stifle a smile, "Uh, Jesse here ain't had much chance to be with a woman, Miss GG. Don't know that he's ever seen one nekkid."

"That's fer sure!" Bill added. "He's mebbe seen some photos of women in their bloomers 'n such, when a peddler came through here."

GG slowly lifted Jesse's embarrassed chin with the bare index finger of her left hand, and held the fingertip of her right gloved hand at the top of her lip, to block out his stench, but he was still blushing fiercely and could not look her in the eyes.

"Jesse," she whispered. "Smile for me, pretty please."

Jesse smiled and tried to meet her eyes again, but looked away.

She turned his head and said, "Look right here at my lovely titties, Jesse."

Jesse obeyed with no problem..

"They're just as lovely as they can be - don't you agree? And see my luscious nipples under the lace? Wouldn't you like to see all of this completely uncovered, sinking down into the creek with you this close...or even closer? And one day join me in my boudoir?"

Jesse, as well as the other men, stumbled at her French.

"Boodwhat?" Jesse asked.

"Oh! GG giggled. I'm so sorry. In my bedroom. In my bed, between my clean sheets."

Jesse nodded rapidly. He stuttered, "Oh. Oh. Oh, yes, Miss GG. I powerful surely would!"

"Then you will bathe, with soap, and scrub yourself all over. Once a week."

"All over my drawers? How'm I gonna get my drawers dry?" he asked, appalled.

"No, Jesse. You will remove your drawers! You must bathe and scrub naked."

Jesse stepped back away from GG, doubled his fists, and pounded both of his thighs indignantly.

"I never!"

GG smiled and curtsied. "Thank you, Jesse. You no longer have to worry about these," and she drew her hand across her luscious titties.

Jesse stomped out of the saloon, muttering to himself, pounding his fists against his legs.

Rake said softly, "He's jest a boy, still - inside, anyways, Miss GG. He don't mean no offense."

GG giggled again, softly. "Oh, Rake, I know that. And I am most certainly not offended. He will come around soon, wanting what you men - and all the other men - will be talking about. Jesse will be fine. He needs to take it in smaller bites is all."

GG slowly removed her remaining glove to show off her soft, white hands to the men. "These are the fingers and two small hands that will be touching you, ev-er-y-where. If you want that, I mean." She dragged an index finger across her titties, down below the inch of black lace covering her nipples, slowly circled her nipple, then popped that finger into her mouth. "I taste delicious, Fellas. And just as I am certain you would not want me covered in dirt and nasty smells when you spend time with me, I anticipate that you will trouble yourselves with full baths of soap and water before you let my and hands and my soft lips explore you and your body parts."

"I declare, Ma'am," Bill spoke slowly. "Your language is so forward, and your words so plain to understand. Are you a lady or, uh...a whore?"

Rake back-handed Bill across the face. "Watch yer language, Bill."

Bill reeled backwards and caught himself . "I didn't mean...Miss...I wasn't trying to say...to be impolite."

"Please, Gentlemen. Your gallantry is noted," she said to Rake, "but I can answer his question. I am not offended."

She looked at Bill and said, "I would like to know your name, please."

He rubbed his face where Rake had slapped him, cleared his throat, and dragged his boot across the floor, nervous. "Name's Bill, Ma'am. Bill Withers. I'm the blacksmith. I have the livery at the end of the street, yonder."

He pointed to Rake, and then to every other man in turn. "This here's Rake Effry. Rake's the sheriff, as you can see by his badge."

Rake held up his vest with the badge pinned to it. He tipped his hat at GG.

"Then this here is Tom. Tom runs the mercantile."

Tom's mouth opened to speak but his throat was dry. He poured beer down his throat. "Howdy, Miss. You jes' tell me what you want in my store, and it'll be there directly. I promise."

"Thank you, Tom," GG said.

Bill continued, "And well, you met Jesse. He's a cowhand at the L 'n J Ranch. 

"Those two fellas at the table playin' cards," - they both looked at GG, stood up quickly, and tipped their hats - "is Bob Johnson, owns the L'n J, and Jim Henry, his foreman." 

"How do you do, gentlemen?" GG said, and curtsied.

"The fella sleepin' over there is Hal Ketcham. He is a brickmaker by trade, and an architect. But he's also the proprietor of our only bank." 

"Thank you, Bill. 

"Now I will answer your question. I am a very well-paid influence in your life, and I am here to teach you what you don't know about women. You need to discover everything you possibly can learn before the women come to Destry. And there's no one here to teach you what you truly need to know. I mean, no one except me. I am a lady. I am a woman. And I will teach each of you in private settings. I speak plainly so you can understand me. I am well-educated, but have no need to put on airs. I am soft, firm, and really very flexible. Get used to me, Fellas. I love to fuck. I love to be naked with men. But only with clean men.

"And I humbly suggest that all of you lovely gentlemen salute Mr. Chin O'Toole for his diligence and hard work in procuring my presence. Were it not for his money and all of his efforts, as well as his many months of correspondence with me, you would be without this opportunity.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I really must strip completely out of these traveling clothes, and soak my very naked body in a tub of hot water, soap and bubbles. And I need a nap, too, Chin. Is my bed made up with the clean linen I shipped last month?"

"Yes, Miss GG. Allow me to escort you upstairs and show you your accommodations. I will have your supper ready for you when you wake from your nap."

Chin picked up GG's bag and led the way upstairs. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Any of you men want to haul her trunks upstairs, Miss GG would be mighty pleased."

GG glanced back down and blew a kiss to the men.

Every eye in the room weighed in on her derriere as it swooped up the stairs. 

Rake and Walt hoisted her trunks on their shoulders and followed GG and Chin. They all disappeared into the one big room at the end of the hall - the room Chin had not allowed any of them to use as a sleeping room - and the men downstairs were left to wonder what they would miss. 

"More women are a' comin', Fellas," Bill said. "You heard her. And we ain't ready."

Bob Johnson walked over to the center of the room, and Jim Henry followed.

"Then we best get ready, don'tcha think?" Bob said. "I got lots of cowhands, and I believe I can spare more than a few, especially right now while the cattle are grazing the south pasture, and there's plenty of incentive for my men to move quickly. Not only do we need to get a well dug, I say we need to lay pipe here to Chin's place so Miss GG and the rest of them ladies have all the water they need.

"I mean, j'ever hear anything as pretty as that little laugh that came outta her throat?

"Whatd'ya think, Jim? Can we spare a dozen or so men? We've got plenty of shovels, for sure."




Water and Women



Jim Henry said, "Shovels, picks - we even still got that pipe you bought last year when you were planning on puttin' in the windmill near to the barn."

"Yep," Bill countered. We got a little sidetracked then, huh? Too much mining for treasures then, huh? I guess it's a good thing that we didn't get the work done."

"I think as soon as the well's dug and the pipe's laid, we ought to build a bath house for the men - right between here and the Mercantile."

The men turned to look at Hal Ketcham, who removed the hat from over his eyes, and his boots from the table.

"You ain't been sleepin', Hal?" Jim asked.

"Nope," Hal said, standing up and stretching. "Been watching all of you from just under my hat. 

"And Lordy, that Miss GG is gorgeous! We gotta plan together, and I mean right now. Bob, don't bring your cowhands in until we have an absolute plan of what needs to be done and how we're gonna do it - so no one's standing around wondering and wasting a precious minute. We can get this done right quick, and done right, if we plan first."

"What're you gonna tell your men?"

Bob spoke up. "Well, time with Miss GG as well as the coming arrival of the other women will be the incentive for my men."

Bill Withers said, "Then I'm bringing down the tub from the livery. Tom, can we use the spare room back of the Mercantile to get these men bathed after a hard day's work? 'Course, I plan on being the first in the water, 'cus it's my tub. But if we can use your room until a bath house is built?

"And we'll need to set up a cook and a chow line to feed every working man, too. You reckon Ol' Man Denton would be willing to focus on feeding everyone that way, instead of at his tables?"

Mr. Denton had a small café across from the livery.

"Now wait just a minute, Bill," Tom fumed. "You can't go off like that, volunteerin' my store and Denton's food before asking me or him! Soap costs money, and those men make a mess. Who's gonna supply towels? Who's gonna clean up after 'em? Who's gonna change the water? You ain't dumpin' all this on me!"

Bob Johnson stepped further into the circle and raised his arms. "These are precisely some of the issues we need to work out, men. We all have to be in agreement, and..."

"And," Hal Ketcham added, "we need to begin agreeing mighty quick. There's a lot to do in very little time. We don't know when the first women will arrive. And we absolutely must make certain Miss GG is happy here and stays here. She will be the first voice the women will really hear when they arrive. And take it from me, she will tell the women which men they can trust, which men they can have fun with...and even which men know how to give the most pleasure."

Tom leaned in toward Hal. "How do you know so much, Hal? Where you been to know so much about Miss GG?"

"I just met Miss GG same as you, Tom. But I've known women most of my life - just ain't been around 'em for a couple of years. Mostly good women, too. Not trouble women. Take it from me: Miss GG is telling it to us straight, and she wants us happy. Listen to her. Learn from her. I believe she will not steer us wrong. She wants to make money here in Destry. She knows the whole town has to be behind her. Miss GG will be the start of this town's growth - with families and children. Homes. Trust her.

"Now, let's sit down together and work out this water issue."

Jesse dismounted from his horse when he reached the south pasture. He tied his horse to a tall, lone oak. Cows rested in the shade under the long, low branches on the other side. Jesse stomped back and forth and pounded his boots on the ground.

"Damn woman!" he fumed. "Jes' who the hell does she think she is! Tellin' me I gotta remove my drawers and take a scrub. Why, I think I'd rather fuck one of them there moo cows before I'd take a bath just to fuck a woman! Can't be that I gotta get nekkid jes' to be with a gal. Can't be! Bet my pa'd skin me alive if he knew what I heard today."

Dumbstruck with a thought he'd never had before, Jesse wondered out loud, "Did my pa ever get nekkid with my ma?" He couldn't even imagine what that must look like. He slapped the side of his head to shake it free from those thoughts. He had never seen a fully naked man, let alone a naked woman. "I mean, why would they wanna do thet, anyways? Just to fuck. Why, I can stroke this here cock right outside my britches and make it feel pretty dern good. Why's any man gotta get nekkid to let a woman do that for him?"

He stomped his boots harder on the figure eight path he'd worn into the grass and pounded his thighs.

"Why, ain't no tellin' what she's gonna think of next! Nekkid and a full bath - and oncet a week! Ain't gonna happen, no matter what. No wimmen's tellin' me I gotta bathe. Matter of fact, no wimmen's gonna ever tell me what to do! I won't have it. No, Sir."

GG soaked in the warm water and frothy bubbles, her leg over the side of the tub and her foot dangling in Chin's hands. He slowly rubbed the sole of her foot while she lay against the back of the tub with her eyes closed.

"Oh, Chin. You work wonders. I've read your letters so many times, I feel like we've been friends for years.

"I know you wrote all of this is in your letters to me, but I want to hear it again from you. How long did it take you to establish yourself in Destry? What was that like?"

Chin adjusted his ass on the stool and continued slowly rubbing her feet and stroking her toes.

"I came with a wagon of supplies. Most of the men here had never seen a short, yellow-skinned man with a pigtail. 

"The mercantile was just getting started, and the blacksmith shop had been here for a few years. Sometimes families drove through and stopped for a few days on the way West. But because there were no women already here, the families did not stay. Husbands who came through with their families did not want their wives to be the only woman in town...their daughters growing up around only men."

GG opened her eyes. "And they still don't know how you escaped China with your mistresses, or that you were educated at Oxford? Has any one of these men attempted to get to know you better? Ask about your background? Include you in their pissing contests?"

Chin placed GG's foot back into the water, picked up his stool and walked around to the other side of the tub, reached in and retrieved her other foot. He dried it with the towel, added a few drops of oil, and began to rub.

"They know I run a bar very efficiently. One of the cowboys asked me several years ago if I've ever been married or want to have children of my own. I said to him, loudly enough so all the men in the bar that day could hear my answer, 'Childhood accident severed my balls.' These men have worked around cattle all their lives, and understand castration. I had to say it only once, and word continues to spread when new men arrive in town. They know I cannot fuck women.

"It took awhile to establish that I had connections. They wanted whiskey, a place to rest. Mostly, they wanted to concentrate on mining. It helped me that the L & J employed ranch hands that also wanted whiskey and ale. I had this hotel and bar built for them and now they trust me. I cut their hair and shave their faces, too. I keep beds available for them. They appreciate my talents and my alcohol. I speak broken English to them to maintain the way they think about me. I am not a threat to them or to what they want. Today, when I welcomed you, was probably the first time I've spoken a full, clear sentence in their presence. But they were all so mesmerized by your beauty, I doubt they noticed. 

"And I would like to keep it that way. If they ever discover the extent of my talents, GG, they will surely run me out of town."

GG put her index finger to her lips. "Your secrets are safe with me, Chin.

"Now, please dry me off and put me to bed. Show me how you pleased all your mistresses in the king's harem. It has been too many days since I've had a man's full attention."

Chin stood and bowed his head to GG as she stepped out of the tub. He wrapped the towel around her shoulders and began to pat her dry. He lightly teased her titties with his fingers and sucked her large nipples.

"I have never had an erection, GG. My testicles were removed when I was two, and I do not remember the pain. I remember the pleasure, however. My mistresses poured honey on their titties and bade me suck them while I was naked. My naked body loved resting against their naked bodies. Sometimes several of them would lie naked in the same big bed, to tempt and tease me while they taught me what they liked and what they wanted. They stroked me and played with my cock, and they kissed and sucked my cock regularly to comfort me while I learned. They also poured sweet cream with various mixtures of spices, chocolates, and sweeteners over their clits and cunts so I would eagerly lick and suck. I licked and sucked even after all the artificial enticement was eaten, because I learned to not only love the taste of cunt - I craved it. 

"And I crave it still. Your promise of my servicing all the women now on their way to Destry - and you, most of all, GG! - has helped me survive many bleak moments here."

GG looked into his eyes and stroked his face. "You shall have all you crave, Chin. I promise you. The women will adore you, as I do, and we shall guard your secrets!"

He guided her to the bed, pulled the covers and the top sheet down, and told GG to sit down with her butt on the edge. "Lie back on the pillows, GG." He brought his stool to the edge of the bed, sat down facing GG, and placed her feet in his lap.

"Do you need anything sweet, Chin? To get started, I mean?"

Chin looked into her eyes and shook his head. He sucked the toes on her right foot, then her left, kissed the apex of her insteps, and trailed little kisses slowly up each calf. He scooted his stool closer to the bed, lifted her legs and placed her knees over his shoulders. He slowly kissed and nibbled the inside of each of her thighs.

GG's breath blew out across her lips, and she moaned. She began to squirm. Chin held onto her thighs. 

"Let me see your tongue, Chin," GG whispered. "Show me your first tool!"

Chin raised his head for just a moment and extended his tongue, wiggled it, and licked his lips. "Shhhhhhh, GG. Just rest on the pillows." His voice was low, soothing, hypnotic. 

Slowly...ever so slowly, Chin parted her lips with his tongue and began to lick inside her labia. Saliva fell from his mouth down the crack of her ass. She heard his lips smack as he sucked her clit. 

He spoke without raising his head. "Oh, my! Oh, my, GG! You are so sweet, just the way you are! I must do this every chance I get, every day. Thank you for being the warm gift in my long cold Winter of life!"

GG's hands grasped the sheets and pulled. She cleared her throat and spoke once more, before allowing his talents to clear her mind and sweep her body into ecstasy. "My dear Chin. You do realize, of course, if our deceit is ever unveiled to all these men, we shall surely be whipped with barbed wire, dragged by horses, then set on fire?

Chin smiled. "Yes, my lovely Miss GG. We all must die one day. For now, however, let us enjoy this life!" And his tongue disappeared inside her cunt.



Water Cooler Legend



It wasn't a secret around the office that there were going to be a lot of people let go over the next few weeks. Management was calling it an efficiently slim down and blaming it on the economy but everybody knew that was bullshit. Thanks to a new integrated computer and camera system there was simply less need for middle management and they were being cut loose to maximize profits. 

"So do you think you'll be one of the guys who get's let go?" Henry Wu attempted to sound casual instead of nervous but the way he was drumming his fingers across the top of the water cooler gave him away more surely than the thin layer of sweat making him glisten.

Gramm Gibson took a deep breath and shook his head. "Of course not. I've been here for almost seven years. There isn't a chance in hell that Ms. King is going to let me go." Gramm glanced around quickly to make sure the two of them were completely alone. "I mean yeah she's a black bitch but she's not stupid or anything."

Henry's eyes went wide. At the same time his drumming increased to a new tempo. "Are you insane? Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true. She comes in here with this chip on her shoulder." He forced his voice into his best imitation of the stereotypical black woman. "Well why don't you just listen hur. I know you stupid little peckerwoods want to come in here like you know me, but you don't." Henry had to suppress a giggle when Gramm snapped three times in rapid succession while his head moved seemingly independent of his shoulders. "I had to be six times better than any of you to get this job. That's because it was twice as hard because I'm black and twice as hard as a woman. That's six times so don't come up in here like you think you know what I been though."

"Mr. Gibson, Ms. King is ready to see you now." Henry just about leapt clean out of his skin where Mr. Gibson was too terrified to move at all. He really hated Angelina Phobos. She had this seemingly supernatural talent for just appearing places. "Mr. Gibson."

The blood instantly drained from Gramm's face wondering exactly how much she'd heard before announcing herself. "Yes. I heard you." Gramm said spinning around to face Angelina. 

Something about Angelina was just creepy. Gramm could never quite put his finger on what it was about the woman that made the hairs on the back of his hands stand on end. It was probably because she seemed to somehow suck the heat out of a room. "She's waiting for you Mr. Gibson." Angelina opened the door to Jenni's office and stepped aside. 

Gramm Gibson walked past the diminutive woman whose eyes were almost completely concealed behind the glare of her glasses and into Jenni King's office. He'd never actually stepped foot inside the office and he'd only seen Jenni King in passing. She was a lot more attractive up close. Skin just a few shades lighter than chocolate, full pouting lips, long curly hair that ended mid way down her back. She was actually quite stunning. She was talking on the phone and seemed like she wasn't particularly paying attention to him. Then the door shut behind him.

"Do you like your job?" Jenni asked setting the phone back in its cradle and rising up. She was naturally a tall woman somewhere just below six feet or sow but the knee high heeled boots she wore skyrocketed the ebony beauty from tall straight into intimidating. "Is this something that you can see yourself doing in five years? In ten? Because I'll be honest with you I'm not interested in keeping anybody in this office that isn't dedicated to the cause."

Gramm averted his eyes trying to find anything the room but her to look at. "Yes I like my job. I can see myself still being here in five or ten years. I can see myself retiring as part of this company!" He blurted out. He still hadn't found anything he could focus on and not looking at her was only sending his other senses into overdrive. The steady click-clack of her heels on the hardwood floor was setting a tempo in his head. The hint of her Angelina perfume invading his sinuses and he swore he could simply feel her presence filling the room.

Jenni stopped walking just a few feet away from him. "You like your job?" He nodded. "That's funny because I keep asking around and nobody is even sure what you're job actually is." Gramm went to open his mouth but Jenni cut him off. "I know you're the junior officer in charge of material appropriations. What I can't figure out is what that actually means. Nearest I can tell Mr. Gibson is that your uncle used to be on the Board of Directors and he got you a job that mostly amounts to you banging all the interns and most of the secretaries." Gramm's heart rate suddenly went from rest to race and leapt up into his throat at the same time. Somehow Jenni could see it. "So the rumors are true. I wondered what it was Lexi kept getting into that left her hair such a mess after lunch. Is that what you see yourself doing in five to ten years?"

"No ma'am. I can see myself being a productive member of this company." Gramm's nose suddenly itched but he didn't dare move his hands from his sides. 

"Oh is that so? And what special skills do you have?" Jenni took a step towards Gramm. "See I've been here for four almost five years and I've never seen you do much other than chat it up around the water cooler. I honestly didn't think much about it, there are lots of people I never see anywhere else but nobody seems to know what you do and you're not even denying it."

"I can. . ." Gramm struggled to think of anything he could do that justified his six digit salary.

Jenni stepped forward and grabbed him by the crotch just firmly enough to communicate that he should hold very still. "Look at me." She waited in silence until Gramm's blue eyes met her light brown ones. "You can keep doing exactly what you're doing. Since you apparently don't actually know what you do let me spell it out for you." Using Gramm's cock like a leash Jenni dragged him over to the desk and sat him down. "We have the highest intern retention rate in the entire company, highest productivity in the state, above average morale according to those meddlesome psychiatrists that come around once a year and the lower than average stress. We take fewer sick days than most as well. Judging by when all those trends started I've come to one conclusion. You and your dick-" she gave him a good squeeze for emphasis, "-keep things moving smoothly around here." Gramm's eyes widened slightly. "So I'm here to make you a deal little man. You listening?"

"Yes." Gramm squeaked. She wasn't hurting him but his bitchy black boss had his full attention in no small part because she quite literally had him by the balls.

"Good. You're going to keep doing exactly what you've been doing. Clearly you're good at what you do and a good man is hard to find." A predatory smile curled across her painted red lips. "Or in your case a hard man is good to find. So you're going to keep your job and keep doing what you do best. I'm going to be quality assurance. Starting right now you are going to prove to me that you actually deserve to make . . . what is it you make with this thing?" Jenni gave his cock a slight twist.

"One hundred thirty seven thousand plus benefits." Gramm squeaked out.

"Well when you leave my office you'll either be fired or you'll be making one hundred fifty thousand plus you'll have an expense account for entertaining. Does that sound like a good deal to you Gramm?" Jenni smirked.

"Yes ma'am!" Gramm was suddenly fully aware that he was erect and his boss was massaging him through his pants.

With her free hand Jenni unfastened Gramm's belt and slid it out from his pants. "Good. Now I don't know how you deal with the other girls around here but you should get one thing straight right now." Jenni wrapped Gramm's belt loosely around his neck and pulled him till their foreheads were pressed together. "But in here, I'm the boss and you're the bitch. Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal." He whimpered. 

Jenni tugged his belt dragging him gently to the ground at her feet. "Leave the belt boy." She instructed him. Jenni hiked her skirt up around her waist and wriggled out of her panties. One hand gently raked through Gramm's hair at the same time she brought one foot up onto the desk just behind his head.

Gramm found himself just a few inches from Jenni's pussy. He didn't know why but he'd always imagined that she kept it completely bared like most of the girl in the office. She instead kept it neatly trimmed and for reasons he couldn't quite place his finger on that was suddenly incredibly sexy. His eyes glided shut as he rose up enough to press his lips to her nethers planting a sensual kiss there. Gramm brought his hands up to cup Jenni's rear keeping her place while his tongue slithered inside her.

Jenni wanted to make sure that Angelina knew exactly what was going on so she screamed instead of moaning. "Yes! Right there Gramm!" Her fingers curled in short hair. He was stronger than d he looked; it took him almost no effort to lift and twist her around so she was sitting on her desk while he tongue lashed her. Jenni's his started rocking almost of their own accord taking Gramm on a guided tour of her most sensitive spots. 

In her entire life only two men had ever managed bring Jenni to orgasm with just their tongues. Gramm managed to become the third in record time when her back went rigid almost lifting Gramm to his feet. This time she didn't mean for Angelina to hear her but she undoubtedly did.

It took Gramm almost a full minute before he could pry Jenni's thighs from clamping down around his skull. He fell down flat on his ass staring up at his boss with her legs splayed wide open draped over the edge of her desk occasionally twitching slightly. "Will I be keeping my job?" Jenni didn't have full control over her body yet so she just twisted slightly giving Gramm the thumbs up then shooing him away with the same hand.

Gramm took a moment before getting to his feet and walking to the door. Taking a quick peak to be certain the room was empty Gramm stepped out into the office. Angelina's head moved just the slightest bit so she could see his reflection while she continued typing her report. "I would not relax just yet Mr. Gibson. You may have Ms. King's approval but you do not have mine."

"Your approval? You're a secretary." Gramm replied careful to keep his voice down.

There was no need for Angelina to play back the video on her cell phone. The expression on Henry's face was all he needed to see. "You will pick me promptly at eight o'clock in front of the office. We will go to dinner at Russo's and then you will return with me to my apartment where I will see if the Water Cooler Legend is true or just a rumor. If it is true then I will destroy this video, if not I will have no choice but to give it to my employer, Ms. King. I trust I have made myself clear?"

"Crystal." Gramm grumbled.



Water Escape



Nanarie takes a quick look around to be sure she's alone in the dark wood. The river before her looked inviting after a long day of slaughter, she drapes her robes over a near by tree and slinks into the chilling water, washing the blood from hands.

Hagane stalked through the river, chasing after eels He had to make some quick money, and he surfaced a few yards down the river. His eyes caught the supple form of his wife, he knew her from anywhere, so he slowly stalked over to where she bathed, moving with the deadly silence of a predator, unheard, and unseen.

Nanarie sinks lower in the water, bring it to her chin, closes her eyes enjoying the feel of it swirling around her, with a quick dunk she disappears beneath the surface. Coming up in a rush, her breasts bounding from the water, glistening, only to sink just below once more. She reaches up to wipe the water from her face, she lay back, eyes closed in the protection the waters depths. Hagane moved towards the bank as he sat upon it now behind her, in view. He smirked, he was the hunter of the two of them, and he watched her, a hungry look on his face as he grinned.

She was not alone, she quickly opened her eyes, dunking lower in the water, she was the slightest bit modest after all. What if they hadn't spotted her yet, was it friendly or foe? She was completely defenseless, armor and robes upon the shore. She could only imagine how Hagane would react if he found her defenseless in unknown waters. She slowly turns her head to scan the waters surface, her eyes coming to rest upon the bank by her clothes. Her eyes widened fixing gaze with her husbands.

"Keep going.. I'm enjoying the show." He said with a soft laugh. 

He relaxed a bit, undoing the clasps of his band mail as he removed his armor slowly, getting down to his leather pants. She breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't upset with her. She could see what else he had in mind though, a devilish grin taking her. Slowly she rises from the depths, water pearling off her dark skin as inch by inch it is exposed to her waist. The breeze whistling by her budding nipples made them hard and tingle, her hair plastering down each shoulders. 

"Coming to join me dear? I didn't hear you come up."

"Of course I'm joining you.." He said as he stood up, new great sword and armor on the bank as he wiggled out of his pants. His toned formed moved with deadly grace as he slipped into the water beside her, arms curling her supple form as he pulled her close against him, nuzzling her neck gently. His body was hot against her wet flesh, his strong arms the only thing holding her above the water as her knees got weak from his kisses upon her flesh.

"I slaughtered a croc for you today." She quickly choked out, knowing it would please him to know she'd been hunting herself.

"Good... you're getting stronger, that's great. Soon we'll be hunting side by side, like we were meant to be." He softly, gently nuzzling her along the neck as he lead her out deeper into the water. He'd always wanted to try it this way... in the water... his dark hair was tied up today. Nanarie grasp upon him firmly, her legs frantically kicking, she wasn't sure about deep water, who knew what lay beneath it. Her nails slightly grinding into his back as she clasp to him. She could feel his naked hips touching hers, his tones stomach pressed against her flesh, a deep stirring inside her awakened once again.

"I won't let you sink." 

He said slowly to her with a dark, evil smile as he ground his hips slowly against hers, playfully at that, his cock rock hard, and waiting. He nibbled along her neck gently as he held her close to him.

"I know." She whispered, despite her uncertainty of having nothing under her feet, she trusted her husband, with her life and more, he'd not let her go, a childish fear anyway. Her fear subsided to the feelings his was stirring inside her. She released her death grip upon him to wrap her arms about his neck, enjoying the feel of him around her. Her body ached for more than he was giving, and he knew it. He loved to torture her, as she did him, still had the robe marks from the torturous deeds the morn before.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." He said to her with a dark smile. His hand caress along the supple curves of her body as he growled playfully to her, his hands gave her ass a playful squeeze.

She was weightless in the water, feeling free and buoyant, with a grin she did as he asked, her legs coming to lock behind his back, resting just above his firm buttock. He was poised against her, she could feel his thick cock waiting to strike against her. She thought to torture him this time. She slipped her hips down slightly, to take the tip inside here, the cold water rushing up to playfully tease her hot sex. Hagane smirked softly as he let his hips grind up against hers as his hands rested upon her hips, forcing her to take him slowly inside of her cunt, filling her fully again as he smiled darkly to his queen. They always enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh with each other, they were dark elves after all... and married to boot.

"Who is torturing who?" She moans as inch after glorious inch spreads her lips, entering deep inside her. Tingles shiver up her spine as she longs to bring herself quickly down upon him, but forces herself to take it slow, enjoying every movement of his body. Hagane laughed softly, grinding his hips against hers as he was fully buried inside of her tight cunt. He grinds against her slowly, touching her in those spots only he could reach. His eyes locked with hers as he smiled lovingly to her. A dark elves love was a rare and special thing, for it didn't come easily, especially from a hardened killer. She wiggles her hips, determined to quicken his pace, trying to force his hand, devious, she knew but she loved his primal desire. Her sex tightening upon him, squeezing him deep inside her, drawing him farther than she thought he could fit.

He smirked and continued to tease her nice and slow, filling her with his cock still as he ground his hips against hers. A dark smile spread upon his face as his hands moved slowly to the shapely cheeks of her rear which he grabbed and used now to guide her on and off of his cock. The strength of his hands upon her was glorious, she loved his control, his power. She felt the water rush around them as she rode him, in and out of her body, her lips come to meet the nap of his shoulder. Her teeth baring out to nibble his flesh. 

"mmmm" He tasted so good.

He grinned as he slowly let her take over riding his hardened cock, he nuzzled against her neck gently. His hands gripped her rear firmly as he stared eye to eye with his wife, a smile on his face. 

"I love you.."

Nanarie's heart soared as her body clenched against him, she leaned in furiously to take him in a lustful, almost brutal kiss, tongue intertwining in his mouth. She pumped her hips, forcing his manhood deep inside her, allowing the water to slap between her breasts to splash upon his chest. Hagane kissed her back just as hungrily, his body would aid in bouncing her on and off of his hard cock, filling her over and over again, touching her in those special places which drove her wild. A smile on his face, he felt his release rising, and just waited for hers to come as well.

The waves of water about them seemed to drift into waves of lust, her body starting to convulse from the feel of him inside her. Her need getting the better of her she forces her self harshly down upon him. Her head thrown back, eyes closed, she could taste the blood upon her lip as she bites into it, a growing growl in her throat.

"Lets cum together.." He said to her with a soft, smile, hips continued to meet her thrust for thrust, bouncing her on and off his cock, touching her deeply inside and slowly grinding his hips against hers occasionally as they made love. His soft spoken words were almost her undoing. 

"I'm loosing control!" She groaned out as her eyes met his to gain her restraint back, he was always in control, she'd never force him to give without him letting it happen. She wanted his hot seed inside her, spraying upon her sensitive parts where only he had explored before. Her body milked his shaft as if for a last dying breath.

"Cum with me my wife." He whispered to her as he finally released inside of her, filling her with his hot seed as he grit his teeth His hips ground against hers as he filled her with his hot seed, inside of those silken folds, his hips moving against hers, they seemed like one when ever they did make love. With one body, one soul, she came with him, her moans echoing through the valley. 

"So good." She muffled out as her teeth sank into his shoulder, her hands grasping onto his back, clutching on to him. It took minutes before her body would start to relax, the water now feeling exhilarating rushing past them.

He brought a hand up to caress her cheek as he held her form against his, slowly bringing them back to the shore, they were screwing like jack rabbits, but he loved it... besides, Nanarie was hot, so, why should he complain? The other dark elf males were missing out on her, not him.

Who says she'd share her soul with other elves? It was this handsome warrior that had captured her in his enchantment. 



Water Glory



Summer, with the right things mixed together, can be a lot of fun. I have spent a couple of summers cutting wood in the nearby forest, enjoying a thin joint before starting working in the morning. After a few hours of cutting with a bow saw, going to the local quarry to swim naked for a half hour or so in the blue skyed 95° heat made the work that much more enjoyable. And burning wood cut that way has a certain sensual and moral satisfaction during the dark cold days later.

Gin and tonics are a perfect summer drink - as a recipe, take the best tonic water possible, lime, and almost any gin good enough to use natural ingredients, ice. I also enjoy swimming at another local lake which has a nude shore, with shade and grass. A friend of mine has been swimming there since she was a teenager, and we have been swimming together for three summers now. We share many of the same tastes in recreational substances, so we tend to get naked, get on a raft, and light a joint in the center of the lake, and then enjoy the sunshine before going back for suntan lotion. 

Her skin is nauturally darker than mine, and she sometimes sunbathes nude on her balcony. Behind a wall on the top floor, where no one can see her - she is not an exhibitionist, though unconcerned about not wearing clothes. She is less concerned about sunburn than I am. I have sunburnt myself too often too stupidly, and am definitely more than twice burnt.

Sitting naked in the sun with a sexy naked woman is a fine way to pass the day. It is possible, generally, to do it without major embarassment, which gets easier the more often you do it. Especially if you already know the woman. Of course, there a few details which are pleasant to notice, even though admittedly the fact you are noticing can be a bit awkward. In partial compensation, we have talked about a variety of subjects over the years, and pretty much have no problems talking about intimate things, like the bumps on her large dark toned nipples - she was the first woman I have seen personally with such, or the way her labia hang out a good 1/2? 3/4? of an inch. The first time she came out of the water and I noticed when she walked to the towels, I wasn't quite sure, and staring is a real problem in terms of good manners. Of course, that summer she didn't simply spread her legs and ask me to look, though I paid much closer attention when she rolled onto her back, and it was a delight to notice her dark, wrinkled lips, and watching her get up later to swim, the combination of her rounded ass and flared labia was obvious, and led to various pleasant fantasies. 

The next time we went swimming, I did ask her about them - pussy lips seemed a touch too obvious to talk about, but I was honestly curious. She replied they had always been that way, though she wouldn't rule out all her fucking could have something to do with it. I said that in my somewhat limited experience, the two don't seem to have a large connection, though it could be an influence, certainly. A woman's labia are something I find connected to sex, no question, and her hanging lips were something I had never seen personally, except very temporarily several times with a couple of earlier lovers, when after we had been fucking for a longer while, the pussy lips were all puffy and dark from the pounding in and out. Puffiness that was also normally connected to soreness, a true look but please don't touch situation.

One time, we both had the day free, and after swimming, went back to her apartment, smoked another joint, drank a couple of gin tonics, and after eating and stretching out, I started rubbing her back, and as time went on, removed the couple of things she was wearing. I hate giving backrubs where someone is wearing clothes, a separate issue entirely from the idea of a backrub being a great way to remove clothes. Bras are truly the worst thing for a woman to wear (though also a necessity for bigger breasted women, which I intellectually understand), while loose clothing is ok. She enjoyed herself, and it was a real joy to remind myself that pleasuring a woman remains one of my skills. The moaning during the backrub was sincere and unmuffled, which tended to spur my efforts. Her thighs relaxed and then began to slowly open, while my hands kept stroking higher and higher, then brushing her pussy lips, followed by my hands going along her ass. 

Her lips were smoothly slippery to touch delicately, an almost frictionless place for my fingers to slide along, going gently between them as time went on, sliding down towards her growing bud, or reversing direction and heading towards her crack. The smell of her increasingly turned on pussy was irresistible. In a reverse from the normal, her moaning decreased the more I played with her cunt, her rounded ass, and her heavy breasts. She is a woman who enjoys being finger fucked more than having her clit stroked - and like my first girlfriend, she can get very, very wet when turned on. As compared to getting really wet when coming, like another woman I know. This only took a couple of pleasant minutes of learning to figure out. My index finger was in her cunt, my thumb sliding along her clit and the hood above, where her lips met, but she seemed to enjoy the finger more, and sliding my middle finger in was delightful for both of us. 

I truly enjoy (and obviously, since it always makes me hard) the feel of a woman's bush under my palm or her wet pussy around my finger, and she obviously enjoyed my now three fingers starting to move deeply within her turned on pussy. Her being so wet made it easy to really fuck her with my fingers. The deeper and harder my fingers pounded and stroked inside her soft welcoming pussy, the tighter her pussy would clench at different points over the quarter hour or so, which I would notice but simply ignore while enjoying my handiwork- I didn't ask, but I think she came at least a couple of times.

Next summer, she brought a new 20 SPF lotion which is just about the best massage oil I have used, though as suntan oil it has a couple of flaws in direct proportion to how good it is as massage oil. We had selected a partially shaded and quite secluded spot, and indulged ourselves as usual in the middle of the lake. When stoned, my friend has a definite weakness for back rubs, and the lake is semi-private, with tall grass shielding different areas from one another. Though not an exhibitionist, after 15 minutes, her pussy was wet and her legs were spreading as my tempted fingers rubbed along the inside of her thighs, and then started parting her wet pussy lips, large and dark, hanging out from her pussy - touching them made her so weak, that her legs just had to start spreading, while her mouth went down to her arm, to keep from making any sounds. 

After another 10? 15? minutes of being fingered in the open, she lifted herself up on her elbows, an unsubtle hint to make sure her large and hot breasts and nipples were also rubbed, even if the lotion on my hands was pretty much gone. She was pretty gone too, with a couple of fingers in her at this point, slowly sliding within her wet velvet, and my thumb sometimes playing with her tight asshole, with one or the other of her breasts and nipples being stroked and squeezed. She was completely turned on, and being so thoroughly finger fucked in public made her so horny she didn't care where she was as long as her pussy was played with.

I wasn't too obviously enjoying myself while making sure the lotion was well spread, except at the end, when her low moaning was starting to get a bit unsubtle. My wife had treated me to a good fuck that morning - very pragmatic, as the idea of swimming with a hot naked woman was something she had thought would be too tempting (true female intuition). After a half hour or so in public, with the high grass hiding all, even as turned on as she was, she wanted me to stop, which started a game I really enjoy playing with women. A woman who has been enjoying herself for the last 20 or 40 minutes is rarely sincere enough to not keep enjoying what is going on, especially when she can't talk coherently, or then starts saying things like 'don't stop,' 'oh god,' even 'yes, yes' - or the even more basic sounds of a woman coming again immediately after saying it is time to stop. Orgasms tend to changes minds, at least in the short term, and women (like men) also enjoy being forced 'against' their words to enjoy themselves. I'm assuming, from talking to enough people, we have all said no, and then enjoyed our partner ignoring it when they kept going. 

That a woman can come repeatedly fills me with a certain awe, especially when I am the one causing it through my talent - the mixture of pride and lust and animal satisfaction is powerful. My first lover always compared her multiple orgasms to a stone skipping over a lake, different from the deep diving intensity of a single orgasm. Neither type better, simply different and mutually exclusive.

A few minutes after finishing her getting oiled, she did my back fairly quickly, but it was still too late - the time without suntan lotion in the water getting stoned and then rubbing her back had sunburned my shoulders and arms, though it wouldn't be a problem until evening. We snacked and mixed gin and tonics, then we went out into the water again with the raft - the glasses fit perfectly in the holes in the raft, something I hadn't considered at all - she thought the reason I bought that raft was its 'cupholders.' The differences in the way others see ourselves is something I didn't quite expect to be reminded of. I am not very American in some ways - my Japanese car doesn't have cupholders - and the only reason I bought the inflatable raft was it was inexpensive but well made enough to last a summer or two at least.

As we swam, each at one end of the 6 foot long raft, the cool water felt exquisite. Being naked and floating in cool water on a hot day, drinking cold gin and tonics in the sun, stoned and simply enjoying the day flow by with a hot woman next to me is one of the most civilized dreams I can imagine. This was the third woman I have enjoyed in a lake, but it has been at least 15 years since the last time I fucked someone in water, and it wasn't planned - I would have brought condoms if it were, though she was having her period, another lucky coincidence. We certainly enjoyed it, another rare but welcome glimpse of a paradise offered to those lucky enough to share it. Swimming naked in a lake offer a chance to feel like a conduit, experiencing another part of the universe - swimming with another person, feeling their warmth in the wet coolness makes the conduit into a circuit which magically comes alive.

In the water she kept getting more obvious in her interests, her leg often rubbing mine while we lazily stroked our way to the middle of the lake, drinking. Of course, my interest was also growing, and my leg would rub hers in turn, in the same decreasing rhythm. After a while, things just drifted together, mainly through her talented teasing. I was openly admiring her sexy ass as we paddled out, my cock getting harder and my balls tighter each time she rubbed her warm thigh against my cool skin. Even though I half heartedly resisted, her touch was something that I kept wanting to feel. And when her leg slid under, and started rubbing my cock, we were pretty clear on what we wanted. Such an obvious invitation, and she knew not only that I was ready to fuck her, but that realistically, there was no way I couldn't. As we continued to move out, we became more entangled, with my cock ever closer to her hot pussy, which was open and hot, as my fingers could feel. I also started playing with her asshole with my thumb, with a couple of my fingers inside her hot cunt. 

In return, she started teasing my cock with her hand, and once, her hand went down to feel my balls, then one of her fingers also moved down to my asshole. We were both turning the other on beyond any possibility of stopping, and I started teasing her pussy with my cock, though considering how convenient everything was, maybe she was teasing my cock with her pussy. I then slid in, only the tip at first, but we both knew that the length of my cock would be in her. At first, we still would move slightly apart, still pretending that nothing intentional was happening, though my hard cock inside her pussy was something both of us enjoyed and had wanted to try for a long time. It took a while to finally find the best position in the middle of the lake, her holding on to the raft with her legs spread and hot tits and dark nipples floating, her arms behind her, while I could see my cock fuck her hot pussy under the greenish clear lake water, her cunt lips spread as I moved in and out. also holding on to the raft. We could only kiss occasionally, but when we did, it was deeply as were fucking. Her bush was thick and black, the skin above it lighter, and then around her hips the skin was darkened with her tan. 

Her floating breasts were whiter than her belly, moving in the waves our rocking was causing, her dark nipples tightened. The play of light was a delightful reminder of a different place, along with the 3 dimensional weightlessness - water is nothing like a bed or sitting or standing. We kept fucking like this, my stroking cock in the cool lake water going deeper into her wetness, so much better than the lake, until she finally lost her grip, and splashed in the water with my cock deep inside her. Fucking in water is delightful for the weightless warmth and contrasting coolness where you aren't touching each other, but the weightlessness makes hard pounding very difficult, which is why she had slipped. At this point, we noticed a woman, maybe ten yards away floating on her raft. Somehow, a woman was a lot less embarassing, and she seemed to be naked like us. We both found the entire situation funny, if not quite satisfactory.

The lake is a quarry, and we then sat on a steep sandy ledge, with my hand between her legs - she kept slipping down after a short while, especially if she wiggled to let my fingers go deeper, or when she started to relax because her pussy felt so good. I had the same problem with her hand on my cock and balls. Obviously, there was no way to do more than sit and slip, and then three people, two women and a man, maybe mid-20s or younger and also naked, got out of the water maybe 5 meters aways, after having swum across the lake, and our games took their final break.

After this point, our afternoon was about over - we swam back, dried in the sun, and then went our ways. And yes, real life is like that. We enjoyed ourselves immensely, but there was no way to come for either of us, which is how any beach generally is - delightful, but not really a place to have sex. The next summer, nothing presented itself - but the summer was cool and wet, unlike the other years, which meant that any nice day the lake was filled with people enjoying a rare opportunity to swim. As were we.



Water Heater



While I was in Japan with the Navy, my wife was living in Maryland. When I returned to the States, she told me about the first time she cheated on me. This is her story.

She had had a problem with the hot water heater, so she had called for a repairman. She had been told that no one could come out until late in the afternoon, so she was resigned to waiting.

Since her girls were in school, she had the house to herself, and because she really couldn't go anywhere, and had been feeling horny, she decided to take advantage of the quiet, and use her vibrator. Since she was just staying around the house, she was wearing a thin tee-shirt and cotton shorts with no panties.

Lying on the bed, she read several of my magazines, looking for a letter that turned her on. Finally finding one, she settled back with the magazine in one hand, and her vibrator buzzing in the other. Rubbing the vibrator across her nipples, through the shirt, made them rock hard, tingling and stimulated. Lowering her shorts, she pressed the vibrator to her clit, and was really enjoying the sensations, the vibrations, the erotic thoughts of her placing herself into the scenario she was reading. Her imagination was running in top gear -- picturing that all the things she was reading were happening to her.

As she got more turned on, that vibrator felt better and better, and her thoughts became more erotic and carnal. Just as she approached her first orgasm, she heard the doorbell. She quickly dropped her vibrator and the magazine onto the bed, and pulling up her shorts, ran out to answer the door.

There stood the most handsome man she'd seen in a long, long time. He was tall, dark, handsome, rugged looking -- just about a perfect specimen. He said he was from the plumbing company, here to fix her hot water. Inviting him in, she was flushed from the excitement of using the vibrator in the bedroom, and also, to no small degree, from the appearance of this man. Leading him to the hot water heater, she was conscious of the fact that she only had on the cotton shorts, and if she couldn't get over his good looks and calm down, she would quickly develop a wet crotch that would clearly show. And she found herself wondering if he was watching her ass as she walked, and she knew she had seen his eyes drop to check out her hard nipples, and he couldn't hold back just a small smile. She knew that he liked what he saw.

As he began to check out the problem, she pulled up a chair and watched him work. She found that her thoughts were becoming more turned-on, admiring his nice body, the obvious bulge in his pants, lust in her thoughts. Sometimes, she said to herself, it would be nice to not be married. In fact, if she wasn't so shy about sex, she would be tempted to try to seduce this ideal man, knowing that not only would I not mind, but I would be turned on to hear the details -- how he touched her, how he felt and tasted, what she was feeling, how much he turned her on, how good he made her feel. But, she just couldn't bring herself to do anything about the situation, except sit and appreciate him, and she knew that when he left, she would get really good use from her vibrator -- thinking about him and how it would have felt to be fucked by such an obviously virile man, instead of thinking about the letter she had been reading.

After too short a time, he told her that it was an easy fix, and he was done. He just had to check out the hot water in the faucets. After he checked the kitchen faucets, he headed down the hall to check the bathroom. At the bathroom door, he glanced into the bedroom, and to her horror, she realized the vibrator and magazine were still on the bed, in plain sight.

He turned to her with a big grin, and said that a pretty, sexy woman like her shouldn't have to resort to mechanical toys, and since he didn't have to be back to the office until after lunch, he would be happy to do a better job than that tiny vibrator.

Her total embarrassment of him having seen the vibrator, and then coming on to she, left she too upset to do anything but nod no. Since he was not only extremely attractive, but a gentleman too, he let it drop, finished checking the faucets, and left.

Once he was out the door, she was shaking. But, it wasn't just embarrassment, she was also genuinely turned on. And she knew that as soon as she got over being upset by the situation, she was going to put that vibrator to good us -- thoughts of him would fill her fantasies for a long time.

In fact, she was already regretting turning him down, he was just so damn desirable. Why, she asked herself, did she always have to be such a prude? Why couldn't she listen to the clear signals her body had been sending her, and let go, and really enjoy herself. Here she had a risk free situation -- the girls were in school, I was out of town, and he had a legitimate reason to be in her house. She knew, sadly, that it wasn't because of me, that I would have wanted her to enjoy herself, as long as she shared the details with me later, but it was because of her. The more she thought about it, the more she decided that if she ever had another chance like that, she was going to take advantage of it.

She was angry enough with herself, that she had just decided to return to the bedroom to put her vibrator away, and save the fantasy of him for another time, when someone knocked on the door.

Opening the door, she was delighted to find he had returned. He sheepishly admitted that she had gotten him so excited, he had forgotten some of his tools. But seeing the delight on her face at the sight of him, he no longer regretted having to come back.

Taking his chances, he put his arms around her shoulders, and gently kissed her. Giving up her resistance, she melted into his arms, shoving her tongue into his mouth. As the kiss went on, she felt his cock growing between their bodies, and it felt good, and as she began to grind her crotch against his cock, they both knew he was going to fuck her.

He finally broke the kiss, and taking her by the hand, led her into the bedroom. Opening her vibrator, he took the battery out and put it into his pocket, telling her that she wouldn't need it while he was around, that he had something much better for her.

Because of the events of the day -- masturbating almost to orgasm, watching his body while he worked, the passionate kiss at the door -- she was so turned on by that point that he made her come when he merely rubbed both her breasts through her tee-shirt while again kissing her. Pulling her shirt off, he began to tongue one of her tits while rubbing the other, with his free hand now roaming over her ass, enclosed only in those thin shorts. But, she had already had enough foreplay, and she wanted a cock now, so she reached for his pants.

Unzipping his pants, she pulled out an extremely large cock, and it was as beautiful as he was. After rubbing it, and feeling it throb in her hands, she decided she couldn't wait to taste it, so she dropped to her knees and began to suck him. That cock, as large as it was, grew even bigger and harder in her mouth, becoming huge. After only a few minutes of her sucking, he knew he wasn't going to be able to take much more, so he pulled her to her feet, and stripped off her shorts. Laying her on the bed, he pulled off his clothes, and then lay down beside her.

Again kissing her deeply, he dropped one hand to her cunt. After rubbing the lips, he put one finger into her, as she arched her back at the sheer pleasure he was giving her. Feeling how wet and hot and open she was, he knew she was ready to be fucked right then. Moving over her, he placed the massive head at her cunt lips, and she pushed her hips up to begin taking that giant cock into her. Lifting up on his hands, he plunged his cock all the way in with one stroke, spearing her to the bed. She responded to that great cock with a tremendous orgasm -- that's what she had been needing -- a real, live, big hot throbbing cock that would be able to fill her hungry cunt with real come.

The next two hours was a blur of sexual activity -- him fucking her in so many different positions, she sucking him, him eating her. She came so many times she couldn't have counted them all, even if she wanted to try, but she didn't really care. She was getting the fucking of her life, and she never wanted it to end.

But, he finally said he had to go back to work or he would get fired. He told she he had never had better sex, and he asked if he could see she again, and in the post-sex glow that she was feeling throughout her body, she hesitantly agreed.

After he was gone, her natural inclinations began to take over, and she started to feel guilty about how very much she had enjoyed herself. She decided that as wonderful as it had felt, how much she needed it, how much she WANTED it, once was enough. She would always remember that afternoon, and frequently masturbate to the memories, but if he ever came back, she would tell him it was over.

But several days later, when he once again came to the door, all her resolve left her, and remembering his huge cock, and his skill with it, she led him directly to the bedroom, where once again she was totally satisfied with all that she was getting, and at the end, she wanted more.

After several visits to her bedroom, he invited her to come to his apartment, saying there was no point in giving her neighbors too much of an opportunity to figure anything out.

At the designated time, she arrived at his door, dressed in her most provocative clothes. Inviting her in, he once again took her in his arms. Undressing both of them in the living room, he led her naked into the bedroom. Entering his bedroom, she got the shock of her life -- for laying naked on the bed, was an identical twin of her lover. She was confused -- which one was her lover? They admitted that they both were, they had taken turns coming to her. They both loved fucking her as much as she loved being fucked, and now they wanted her at the same time.

She was angry about the deception, and wanted to leave. But they pointed out that she'd already been fucked several times by each of them, and they knew that she was always horny and ready to be fucked. Since she'd enjoyed them singly so very much, they were now ready to double her pleasure. And at their urging, she did admit that those huge cocks were the best she ever had.

As one of them began to nuzzle her neck, her anger was quickly replaced by lust -- the best lover she'd ever had was replaced by two equally talented and endowed lovers, and they both wanted her. As she turned in the arms of one, the other hugged her from the back, and she was now feeling two hard cocks.

Once it was obvious that she wanted to be fucked, one of them laid back on the bed, while the other led her to the cock now sticking straight up. As she got on her knees and started sucking that beautiful cock, the other positioned himself behind her, and slowly pushed his huge cock into her cunt. She found herself in heaven -- getting fucked in her favorite position by an awesome cock, while sucking an equally impressive, in fact, identical cock. She started coming immediately, and didn't stop until she got too sore to fuck or suck anymore.

During that afternoon, she did everything a woman can possibly do with two super cocks -- sucked one while the other fucked her; played with one while sitting on the other; licked them side by side, like twin lollipops; got fucked by one, in more positions than she could count, while the other rested, watched, got hard again and took over the fucking.

But the best of all was when she was sandwiched between them, with one huge cock in her cunt and the other huge cock in her ass -- she was filled with cock, and she loved it!



Water Hike



The misty morning was greeted by the warming sunrise though green canopies of trees.

Grasping a breath of the fresh air, she crawled from the tent out into the campsite, and marveled at the beauty around her. She then ambled over to the camp stove to fire up for coffee, and mused over the remaining embers of the fire previously. The pot juggled anxiously with boiling bubbles, upon which she proceeded to make the coffee.

Her husband, with a third sense of coffee readiness poked his head out from the tent and grinned at her. She grinned back while handing him a hot cup suited to his taste. He sipped his coffee and she looked at him with loving eyes thinking it might be nice to go back inside the tent for some tender morning loving. Instead she just gave him a big kiss knowing later she'll have her opportunity.

Neither one of them with a big appetite for breakfast right away, decided they would embark upon a morning hike along a nearby river. With the camp secured, off they went on a small beaten trail.

Discoveries of animal tracks noted along the pathway were rewarded with small glimpses of creatures along the way. Both of them very happy absorbing the environment around them and were feeling a sense of freedom.

Upon hearing the first babbling of the river, steps were quickened to reach the liquid destination. The tree branches seemed to open up to guide them as the path had narrowed some.

The bend took them directly to the water's edge, where gasps of joy was exhaled from both of them. Surely a nature's artist designed a perfect scene for them! Waterfalls, small and large were evident framed with boughs of green. The smooth river rocks were covered in moss under the clear water. The music it sang was enchanting.

In exalted happiness, the packs were tossed along the shore and clothes were flying off with plenty of laughter of joy. 

She dipped her feet into the cold water and back out feeling the exhilaration of the refreshing water tingling on her skin. She glanced at her husband, and could only admire his body. How she wanted to kiss him right now. Thinking about the lapping of his inside knees and sucking his toes….hummmm… then she rambled onto a nicely moss covered stone with the mini-water fall covering her shoulders, she felt the water sensation upon her breasts. Calling out to her husband to join her as there was plenty of room to share, which he did in turn.

As he approached her, she could see he was a little excited. She gestured for him to come before her as she lifted up towards his cock, which was now truly excited. She grabbed his buttocks with her hands as she buried her mouth on his hard cock which was pushing deeper into her mouth. She lapped his cock with her tongue, wanting him to push deeper into her willing mouth so she could tighten her mouth to pleasure him more. Her hands moved forward to caress his tighten balls bouncing against her face. His hands in her hair pushing her closer to him, she moved with him harmoniously.

In this position she could feel the water fall now on her pussy, gushing pleasurable waves on her clit. She was very flushed with passion and felt close to cumming which only increased the pleasure she wanted to give her husband, as she sucked his beautiful cock harder.

She could feel his trembling in tune with her trembling. His hands grabbed her breasts to pull her up towards him. A deep kiss was waiting for her as he took her to the top of the rock and pressed his weight down upon her. She returned his deep kisses with her flickering tongue. Her tongue, a nomad of pleasure torment went everywhere on him- making him moan with ecstasy.

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His hard cock rubbed against her wet pussy, rubbing it up and down her clit. It was now her turn to moan with ecstasy and wrap her long legs around his body. She was begging for him to enter her, he showed no mercy while he teased her further with torturous sensations.

No longer able to take the pleasure, she overtook him and turned him around on his back. Where upon she straddled him and teased him with the thought of penetration. But alas, neither one could take much more of this and she sank her wet pussy on his hard cock and both exclaimed a deeper pleasure! She fucked him hard and long …. Her body tingled with his …her body trembled with his…an unsinkable brink overtook them as they became one with each other. They came together and sunk into each other's arms holding on to the feeling.

Their love juices flowed down the river, which went to the sea who circled the world. Surely they were one, as nature is a harmony of circles.