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Walking

By: Bachlum Chaam



This is for Jazey, water is her thing

Brad had watched Eloise from afar for months. She was tall and willowy always walking with grace, and he had lusted after her all this time. He had finally managed to get her to see him and they had gone out on a couple of dates together. 

This hot, sultry day he turned to her smiling as he asked," Do you fancy a walk "Smiling back at him she had replied "Yes, that would be lovely!" Taking her hand in his, he led her towards the forest. 

It was a hot sultry day with no wind and as they walked into the forest the dappled sunlight playing over her deep russet coloured curls. Brad kept glancing out the corner of his eye at the enticing shape of her breast, the nipple just a tiny bump in the material of her blouse. 

The silhouette of her face in the dappled sunlight, combined with the way the sun turned her hair to gold and the tiny bead of sweat on her upper lip - he felt so hot his mouth was dry; he burned with hunger for her with every atom in his body he wanted her.

They continued to walk as it got hotter, there was no breeze under the close canopy of trees and his shirt stuck to him damply. Glancing again to the lady by his side he realized she barely looked better. They needed a drink and they continued to walk slowly he realized he could hear a sound in the background, pausing briefly he strained his ears to catch the elusive noise. Turning to her, looking slightly puzzled he asked in almost a whisper "Can you hear that noise?" She also paused, eyes widening as she recognized the faint sound "it sounds like running water" she murmured softly, a beautiful smile forming on her perfect lips.

As they moved on the noise grew steadily louder - it was running water and in time they came to a crystal pool with a sparkling waterfall. It was such a beautiful place even though the humidity didn't make enjoying it easy. They sat next to each other, he thought the pool looked so good, he was so hot and thirsty and knew she must be too… 

"Eloise, I am going to swim - it is so hot here" He peeled off his shirt as he spoke. He was slim, and had a Celtic type tattoo on his back, right between his shoulder blades. Looking over to him she flushed prettily as she saw his shirt come off and reluctantly turned her eyes away as she answered, "But we have no swimming kit!" 

Grinning slightly as he noticed her flush he waits till she has turned back to him before smiling mischievously at her "Sod it, I don't need it" deliberately holding her eyes with his he removed his shoes and socks, then in one motion he stood divesting himself of his trousers.

Her blush deepened as saw that he had no underwear on, and he laughed softly as he ran for the pool. Eloise sat there her mouth open, lips parted invitingly; she found that she couldn't look away as he ran. She had glimpsed his balls swaying heavily between his legs as he had made his dash to the cooling waters. Flustered, she thought "Did I really see that?" He dove into the water and disappeared from her view as she sat watching, waiting for him to surface. She saw no sign of him, starting to fret she craned her neck looking, searching for him her lower lip caught between her white teeth in concern. Now she was really starting to worry, it had been what seemed like hours, though in reality it was barely a minute. She stood hoping that she would catch sight of him from this better vantage, but still no sign and it had been at least two minutes now, she was starting to feel frantic. Walking unsteadily in her haste to the waters edge she scanned the surface again, "Brad!" she called, her voice rough with concern.

Looking in, scared as to what she would see, she peered into the pool looking past her own reflection but still saw no sign of him. Tears of worry welling in her eyes, misting her view didn't hide the small trace of movement in the corner of her eye. Dashing the gathering moisture from her eyes she looked closer towards where the movement had been, he was behind the waterfall watching her a grin on his face. 

"You bastard!!" she screamed anger taking the place of the concern of moments before "don't you know you frightened the fucking shit out of me!" she yelled at him, her voice breaking a little into a half sob at the end. He dived under the waterfall and swam to her. His eyes growing wide at the tears on her cheeks. Pulling himself out of the water he stood beside her, wishing to hold her and reassure her but unsure of her reaction just now, dropping his eyes to his feet he murmured softly "I'm sorry, I was only playing with you. I meant no harm" 

Looking up he stopped a slight smile touching his lips, she was staring at his mid region and could plainly see his jutting cock. Blushing a little at her avid inspection he moved his hand to block her view, with a slight gasp she met his eyes "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" She breathed, flushing. He smiled warmly, ignoring her discomfort "Will you join me?"

She nodded mutely, mesmerized "Come on in, I'll not look" Brad teased her gently. She stood there, her mind racing. Slowly she stripped and, as he had promised, Brad kept his back to her until she was in the cool water, stroking easily away from him. Finally looking into the water he saw her arse; it was like a peach so taut and smooth as the water lapped over it. 

'Damn I could bite that no trouble' He thought to himself with a groan, his cock jumping slightly. Quickly he re-entered the water and swam away from her thinking "What happens now? I'm swimming here with this stiffy which feels like its taking the blood from brain, I can just see the coroners report now; 'cause of death:- drowning from loss of blood to the brain through hard on'" Making a sudden decision he swam towards her. She had her back to him allowing him to swim under water to her and surface right behind her without her noticing. He grabbed her shoulders gently, kissing her neck lightly. She sighed softly, leaning back as he nibbled her ear and then kissed her neck. As she leant back she could feel his manhood touching her buttocks. She gasps softly, unsure whether to press closer or pull away… 'He's hard! What do I do now?' 

Before she can decide he puts his arms around her nuzzling her neck, moving his hands up to cup her breasts. She melts against him, sighing her consent as he continued kissing her neck. He moved one hand to her navel, stroking very lightly on her mound; there was no hair, she was silky smooth, he moans softly against her skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and goose-bumps rose on her arms, she shivered gently as he fondled between her legs. Her breath quickened, eyes closing as her mouth slightly opened, desire beginning to consume her. He found her clit and flicked it with his finger lightly though still causing her to flinch. 

He kept kissing, licking, sucking at her neck with the occasional nip of her satin skin between his teeth, their breath coming faster. He turned her to him, lifting her a little as he did so, now she faced him. Looking into her eyes he grabbed each cheek of her arse, tilting her against him until he could get his cock to her slot. He rubbed his aching cock along her moist length, sliding himself into her with a groan. She wrapped her legs around him as he stroked his cock into her he allowed his eyes to close.

Her legs tighten around him, as his breath quickens she digs her nails into his back the jolt of surprise and desire making him bite the junction of her neck and shoulder fiercely. He pumps his length into her rhythmically, the strokes becoming longer and longer. She tightens her grip as her orgasm builds, dropping her head back she groans deeply, the pulse jumping clearly in her throat. As the sensations build she feels a burning intensity rise from her feet, she lets out a low moan as her back arches. Her mouth opens even as her eyes close, her breath coming in quick gasps, her fingernails bite into his back as she reaches her crescendo triggering his own shattering orgasm, his seed pumping into her as they cling to each other trembling. She lifts her head, kissing him tenderly as his knees give way, dunking them both into the cool waters. Surfacing, they look at each other tenderly, a flush of satisfaction creeping up her cheeks as she giggles softly "You know Brad, we should walk more often…" she tells him shyly.

Walking a Fine Line



I held my breath in anticipation of the explosion I knew was to be forthcoming. I had been pushing my luck all night with my smart mouth and wise cracks. Being my normally bratty self,in other words. But he disappointed me by responding to me in a very low, sexy, patient tone of voice. He leaned into me, breathing softly into my ear, warming that orifice, while sending delicious chills over the rest of my body, "Listen sweetheart, I told you that nothing is going to happen until you are completely ready for it. You also know that you will have to ASK me for what you desire." He knew exactly what he was doing and how I would react to the remark he had just made. And of course, my body betrayed me. I felt his words to the depths of my soul, barely containing the shiver that raced through my blood. My pussy dampened and my nipples hardened, as he further added to my dismay by running his hand through the hair at the nape of my neck, his hand closing into a fist quickly, as he pulled my lips to his as if to devour them. Hearing my sharp intake of breath, his demeanor changed and he gently pressed his mouth to mine before pulling back to look deeply into my eyes, as his mouth curved into a soft smile. He knew he had me right where he wanted me. 

He was right! I wanted him so badly, I could have screamed. But that inner struggle between desire and denial was still very strong in me. I had already let him get further than anyone ever had before. 

The last time I had seen him, we had met at the beach and had a few drinks at a favorite Spot of ours. It seemed that he enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed his. After a few meetings, he had gotten me to the point that I could actually talk about things of a sexual nature with him without dropping my head, and burying my face in his chest. At this particular meeting, he had apparently decided it was time to take me a little further. 

After a couple of drinks and some wonderfully erotic conversation, he took my hand and guided me along the boardwalk to one of the open pavilions. They consist of a few posts to support the roof, but no walls to obstruct one's view of the beach. We leaned out over the sand, watching the incoming tide, the glorious sunset, and the people walking along the waters edge. 

Even though I was looking away from him, I felt the warmth of his body as he moved behind me. His lips were warm and soft as he trailed tiny, wet kisses along the back of my neck, his hand holding my hair out of his way. His hands found their way to my shoulders, then slid slowly and lightly down along my arms, then dropped to my waist. I didn't dare move. Just the feel of his hands on me held me immobile, as he pressed his erect cock against my buttocks. Reaching under my arms, his hands found my breasts, and I felt my breath quicken. As his hands worked magic on my breasts, he whispered into my hair, "You want this. Now, tell me you want this". A muttered "Yes, Sir" was all I could manage. His hands continued their exploration, finding my nipples, his thumb lightly rolling over them, making them even harder, before his fingers tightened, twisting and pulling gently until I was whimpering under my breath. 

Suddenly his hands were removed, and he stepped beside me and leaned against the railing, appearing quite unaffected by what had just happened. Disappointment and frustration rolled over me like the waves we were watching. God, I wanted so much more! I knew all I had to do was ask, but I just couldn't. Sometimes I thought I hated him for the power he had over me, but I couldn't resist him either. "The sunset is so beautiful here. Don't you agree?", he asked in a conversational tone. I wanted to slap him, but instead, replied, "Yes, Sir, very beautiful". 

Apparently my voice and body language alerted him to my state of mind. "Is something wrong, baby?", was his next question. As if he didn't already know! I refused to answer, simply stared off into the distance. I could feel him watching me for a moment before taking my shoulders and turning me toward him, forcing my chin up with his fingers, so that I had to look directly into his eyes "Aww, did my new pet want more than she got?", he said with a knowing smile. My defiant nature came to my rescue as I stamped my foot and cried, "Yes, your new pet wanted more!" 

He turned with his back to the railing and leaned into it. The teasing note had gone from his voice as he commanded me to place myself in front of him. I knew that tone, and moved quickly to comply. I wore a long white button down sweater over my other clothing, to protect me from the chill of the ocean breeze. As he pulled me back against him and that wonderfully hard cock, I felt his hands inching their way under the sweater and down to the tops of my slacks. I tried to protest, but one "shh" from him, blown wetly into my ear, stopped me before I had completely given voice to my, "NO, please." 

His hands continued their downward path, sliding under the slacks and lower, until he reached my pubic mound. I couldn't believe he was doing this while people walked past us on the boardwalk, not even 10 feet away. I heard his chuckle of victory when his fingers reached the inner folds of my pussy and found that I was drenched. "You can be such a good girl, when you want to be", he whispered softly into my ear. He knew it made me melt when he said I was a good girl, and he wasn't disappointed this time either. As he manipulated my clit, both of us were saying "hello's", and "how are you's?" to the folks wandering past. 

Thank God I had worn that long sweater. It helped a bit to conceal the action taking place under it! He leaned forward, taking me with him, as he slid two fingers deep inside me. My knees almost gave way and he was basically supporting my body weight with his free arm. I moaned low in my throat, "Please, oh please." "Please what? Please stop? Please don't stop? Tell me what you want, pet?", he growled. "I don't know what I want", I cried in response, almost beside myself with lust. His hand was working overtime on my pussy, making it hard to think. His thumb grinding against my clit as his fingers plunged in and out of my cunt, was making me crazy! "I know what you want, little girl. You want to cum for me, don't you?" I didn't utter a word. To admit such a thing would be to admit his control over me, and I had no intention of doing that. "Just remember, you have to ask my permission first", he said with a harsh voice. 

"Look up, little girl" was the next thing I heard through the haze my mind had become. When I raised my eyes, I was looking into the face of a young man who was heading directly for us. Oh, God, I thought, he knows we are doing something and now we are going to get caught. I tried to twist out of my new Master's grasp, but he wasn't having that. "Oh no", he said. "Not until you cum for me and not until you ask properly if you can". I was completely panicked. The man was getting so close to the pavilion! I had no choice! As much as I hated it, I uttered the words I had never thought I would, "Please, Master, I am so close and my body needs the release only you can give it. Please, oh please, let this girl cum for you." 

All was silent as he continued to finger fuck me furiously. I was so excited by the entire situation that my cunt's juices were covering his hand. "Don't you dare! Not yet!" was spoken into my ear with an authority I couldn't go against. I clenched my pussy muscles, gritted my teeth and tried to hang on. To think that I was being finger fucked in the wide open spaces for anyone to see was a huge turn on for me, and something I had never done. But to think that this man coming towards me, looking directly into my eyes, was about to discover exactly what I was allowing to be done to me was more than I could take. "Look at him as you cum for me little one, as your eyes half close in ecstasy of your release I am giving you. Lean your head back against me, look into his eyes, and cum for me." 

I needed no further encouragement. At the sound of his voice giving me the permission I needed, I exploded in a way I never have. Wave after wave of sexual sensation hit me, buffeting me more than the wind from the ocean, stronger than the waves of the incoming tide. My body was no longer my own, but his, completely. But then again, it had always been his. From the first moment we met. He had merely been biding his time, letting me play and have fun, letting me think I was in control, before asserting himself and taking command of what he already knew belonged to him. 

Just as our visitor stepped onto the pavilion, my Master removed his hands from under my sweater, turned my almost limp body toward him, holding me around my waist to keep me on my feet. Kissing me softly on the lips, then tucking my head under his chin, he held me close and whispered, "It isn't that hard to submit now, is it my pet?" I curled into his embrace, feeling very safe and secure, knowing the cherished place I now held with this man, and replied, 

"No Sir, not until next time". 



Walking After Midnight



The faint sounds of the music filtered through the window screens to reach me as I sat on the front porch steps. Patsy Cline, I was not, but I hummed along anyway, watching the end of my cigarette flare as I took a long, slow drag. Although it was after midnight, it was too damned hot to do the walking that the song suggested. Summers in west Texas can be brutal and seemingly endless. I felt a drop of sweat roll down my back to catch on the waistband of my simple white cotton panties and, when I sighed in response, my tank top stuck to the skin of my back. I took a sip of the longneck in my hand in self defense. It was nice and cold and smooth but it just wasn't enough to combat the sweltering summer heat. 

The stars were out and the moon was full. I could hear coyotes in the distance, yipping and crying in that laughing yet plaintive way of communication that always left me wistful and a little sad. I loved to hear them though and wouldn't trade my poor-man's farm for a house in town for any amount of love or money. I needed the open, the space that allowed me to breathe and just be. 

Faintly, another sound reached my ears. Deliberate footsteps sounded from the side of the house and I turned, curious as to who my visitor could be at this time of night. I was surprised to see Eric, one of two hired hands, coming around the veranda with that slow, rolling gait that was developed by spending years on horseback. He stopped at my feet, peering up at my face as I sat on the top step. I felt color rush into my face and a wave of another kind of heat entirely roll through my body as I saw he wore a pair of button fly jeans, only half buttoned, his dogged old cowboy boots, and a simple thin, white, skin-hugging tank. I could clearly see his chest muscles and dark, tiny nipples standing taunt just under the thin fabric. 

I yanked my attention away and looked at his face, shadowed by his white straw hat. "What is it, Eric?" I asked him, relieved to find my voice cool and casual. 

He didn't say anything at first, just reached into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a battered pack of Marlboros, lit one and put it back. I dropped my own cigarette into the clay pot reserved for the butts, and sat, watching him smoke. I saw a bead of sweat run down the side of his neck and down into his shirt and without thinking too hard about it, licked my lips. I would have to have been blind to not notice his good looks. I had noticed the first minute I saw him. I had hired him, however, because he was a rare hand with the stock and watching him gentle a wide-eyed three year old colt was a beautiful thing to see. That didn't mean that the fact that his blue eyes were any less compelling though, or that his sandy blond hair didn't fall in a way that made my fingers itch with the urge to run through it. 

I was relieved at first when he finally spoke and then slightly embarrassed at his words. "You do this every night." 

His voice was warm and low with a rough edge to it and always reminded me of lava and honey; way too hot with a smooth sweetness that was a balm to my ears. Now, though, it caused me some distress. I realized that he was right. It had become my habit to sit out here and listen to the radio, usually old country songs and always the classics, drinking a cold beer or two and smoking a half a pack of cigarettes while I thought. Or, more honestly, felt as alone as a person could possibly be and stuck there and sorry for myself. But, hey, it got me through the next day. 

I cleared my throat, alarmed to find that it had tightened up. "Not every night, but sometimes. Why?" 

My voice clearly held the "it's none of your business" tone, which he promptly ignored. He shifted, not looking at me, and said, "Sometimes...you cry." 

"I do not!" I denied and in the next breath confirmed what he had said. "How do you know? You spy on me?" 

He looked at me in the eyes and I felt the numb ache that had begun with his statement spread through my chest, reaching tentative fingers out to tickle my limbs. I recalled the nights that I had cried, sometimes silently and with a deep loneliness that I felt could only be relieved by letting the tears fall with an overflowing stillness. Other times I had almost sobbed, still quietly but with the wracking pain that causes you to hug your knees to your chest and rock. I had felt safe in the dark quiet sanctuary of my porch, secure in the knowledge that the two hands had gone to bed, and that my old dog Tanner would never rat me out. Now, I felt vulnerable, suddenly exposed to the light of day and the eyes of another. 

"I've been 'spying' on you since the first minute I saw you, Kylah." He stepped up onto the second step with his right leg, folding his right arm and laying it across the knee to lean on. He looked up at my face (which I am sure was a horrifying mixture of confusion, mortification, and stupidity) and reached out to stroke his index finger down the back of my limp and dangling hand. "I have wondered why a woman, a beautiful and strong and sexy woman, would sit out on her porch at night, alone, and cry." 

I couldn't take my eyes off of the sight of his finger, lazily stroking the back of my hand, turning my stomach into a beer-whirling free for all. His long, tanned fingers were tipped with blunt, square nails and anchored by large, strong, work-roughened hands. I bit my lip and looked back at his face. 

"I know that he left you and I can't imagine for a second what that does to a person or how you must feel, but," he took my hand in his, "at some point, Kylah, you have to let him go. It's been four years. For eight months I have been watching you, waiting for you to notice that I was, and seeing you go through the day working like a demon and never even seeing me. Now, if it's just me, then that's fine, I can accept that and move on myself. But if it's not, well, I guess I'm asking for a chance to show you how I feel. A woman like you would have a lot better pickings than some broke cowboy who showed up looking for work but I figured I'd ask just the same." 

I looked at him like he was the mentally challenged one as his words sunk in. "A woman like me?' 

His eyes were clear and hypnotizingly honest. "Yeah. Gorgeous, smart, good sense of humor, sexy as hell." 

I jerked my hand away from his as if he had burned me. "Are you joking?" My face flushed and my trust issues reared its ugly head. I was as far from beautiful as a girl could get without having a major defect. I was plain and freckled, with too-large green eyes and a bottom lip that was bigger than the top. My auburn hair was always a wild, curling mess and I rarely bothered with make up or jewelry. I wore a t shirt and jeans like it was my uniform and considered dirt and bruises something to take a little pride in at the end of a day's hard work. I had a decent figure, toned by perseverance and determination to make the farm a success, working as hard as the men to do my fair share, but it was nothing beautiful. 

The memory came, unbidden, of the night we had gone to town to the bar. The three of us had celebrated the arrival of a new foal by driving thirty miles for a couple of beers and a game of pool. I remembered the lithe blond that had zeroed in on Eric like he had a homing beacon hidden in his shoe. She had a scrap of a skirt on, heels, a tank top that revealed more than it concealed, and a fuck me smile. I was so green with envy at her casual pursuance of him, the way she stroked a finger down his bicep and laughed at something he had said, that I had switched to tequila and gotten quietly drunk in about twenty minutes. I remember coming home that night, so relieved that he had come home with us instead of going home with her, and stroking myself until I came, whimpering his name into my pillow. 

Now, here he sat, telling me things that I had dreamt of hearing, and I was unable to believe them. I had drowned myself in work when Mark left, determined to carry out the plans that we had started before the brunette with the boobs had captured his attention and he left me high and dry, and if I was completely truthful, broken. I had blocked out things like sex and love because they were a distraction and, honestly, what were the chances of me ever finding something like that again and ending up with my heart intact? I was only 27 but I suddenly felt like an old woman looking back at her life and thinking about all of the missed chances. 

"I'm not joking." His hand dropped and his fingers curled around my bare calf, the callused pad of his thumb stroking my sensitive skin. "You could do better than me. I want you real bad, though, and I care about you. A lot." 

I stood abruptly, my heart hammering in fear that he was lying and in hope that he was not. "You don't have to tell me that, Eric. What? You find yourself in the mood and figure I would be an easy target? Then just come right out and say it's about fucking. Don't come up here with pretty lies and try to sweet talk me." 

With that, he mounted the steps in a rush so that he stood before me. He grabbed my wrists roughly and placed one hand on his chest, just over his heart. The other he placed on his cock, long and thick and hard beneath the denim. "Feel that? I've been this hard for months. For you. Do you feel my heart? Feel how it's pounding? That's because I'm so fucking afraid you're not going to give me a chance and tell me to pack my shit and go. It's also pounding because there's still a chance you could say yes." 

My nostrils flared as the scent of him invaded. It was all soap and warm and musky and male. I could feel his cock twitch beneath my hand and without stopping to think, pushed my hand harder against him. His hips jerked and he hissed through his teeth. I looked up to find his eyes closed and his face a mask that struggled for control. When he was an ounce calmer, he opened his eyes and looked down into mine. "I'm going to kiss you," he murmured, descending slowly, giving me plenty of time to back away. 

I didn't. I met his lips with my own, meeting for a sweet, gentle, brushing stroke that sent my body into goosebump trauma. He deepened the kiss slowly, coaxing my lips apart and teasing me with his tongue. I moaned then, a breathless little sound of hunger and need, and gave another little squeeze to the denim bulge in my hand. His head jerked up. "Fuck!' 

He grasped the sides of my face suddenly with both hands. My own jerked up in reflex and my fingers curled around his forearms and he consumed my mouth with nothing akin to gentleness. It was heat and hunger and greed. It pulled me down like a current in a river, sucking me into the dark depths of full blown lust before I had a chance to realize that I was drowning. Blood roared in my ears as he nipped at my full bottom lip with his teeth and then thrust his tongue back into my mouth to tease and stroke and demand. My nipples were hard and aching as they brushed his chest and my pelvis seemed to have a mind of it's own as it bumped forward, meeting his hardness and straining against it. 

One hand slid down to cup my breast through the thin tank top I wore. I hadn't bothered with a bra after my shower and I was now so grateful for the fact that there was only one layer of cloth between him and I that I could have wept. I filled his hand perfectly. He kneaded and rubbed, his thumb coming up to brush my nipple once, twice...my knees buckled and I felt him smile against my mouth. In the next instant I was spun and swept up into his arms, leaving me mute with astonishment and lightheaded with giddiness. He crossed the porch and entered my kitchen door, managing to just miss the doorjamb with my head. "Which way?" 

"Through there." I pointed the way to my bedroom and felt myself start to tremble with excitement. I felt a heavy, throbbing arousal as he sat me on my bed, and an accompanying moisture between my legs. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and switched it on, bathing us both in the soft yellow light. I slid over a few inches, silently inviting him to join me on the bed. His eyes darkened and he sucked in his breath as he pulled his shirt over his head and lay down beside me. 

Our ardor from outside had cooled just a bit, enough that we began to explore each other with more than just a blind, furious lust. I gasped as his mouth found my earlobe, flicking it with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. His hand once more targeted my nipple and he toyed with it slowly, tracing circles around it and making the taunt peak stiffen even further in approval of his technique. He kissed his way down the side of my neck and nibbled at my collarbone, beginning to pinch my aching nipples between his fingers, rolling them, until I was panting and breathless. His hands moved away and I immediately felt bereft, calming when he slid them under my tank and across my smooth skin, tugging the shirt up as he went. I sat up just a little so he could pull it over my head and blushed anew as I saw the honest male appreciation in his eyes as he stared at my tits. 

They weren't large and they weren't small, a more-than-a-mouthful handful of creamy skin and rosy nipples. I was thankful as he looked at me that they were perky and firm and, judging by the look in his eyes, just right. I watched as he trailed a long, tanned finger from my collar bone, down the middle of my chest, over my stomach and hooked it onto the waist of my cutoffs, tugging gently to unhook the button. My teeth fastened on my lower lip as he slowly drew down my zipper, and then grasped the denim by the frayed edges where they had been cut and tugged them down over my slightly raised hips. 

He pulled them off of my feet and then cupped my hip in his palm. "You are perfect." He lowered his head, brushing my stomach with his soft hair and placed a kiss just above my white cotton panties. I had forgotten about those and I groaned. His eyebrow quirked at me in question. 

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Not the sexiest pair of underwear in the world, sorry." 

He laughed. "Look at me. If you would have had on a trash bag I would have still wanted you. And, if you had been wearing something red and lacy I would have likely had a fucking heart attack." 

I grinned, amused because men came equipped with a undeniable lie detector, which was hard and throbbing against my leg, threatening the stitching of his jeans. He gently pulled the panties down, exposing my reddish curls and moist heat. He cupped my mound in his hand and traced my slit with his middle finger, watching me as I gasped and arched. His head lowered to my nipple and teased there while his finger slowly explored my pussy, delving into the folds with a determined precision that left me weak and shuddering. He rolled onto me and kissed me on the mouth, drawing me down once more into the murky depths where I became a distant figure as my new lusty self took over. 

He slid down my body, touching and tasting and nipping my skin. His tongue played at the hollow above my collarbone and then went lower to circle and flick my nipples. I could feel his hardness at the junction of my thighs, right up against my wet and aching need. He kissed and nipped my belly, flashing white teeth and pink tongue in the candle-like light of the lamp. I arched up, unable or unwilling to stop my hips, when his tongue found the top of my slit and stroked. In and out, he tasted me, teased me, until I had my hands fisted in the sheets and a steady whimper coming from my lips. I gasped when my clit was tongued lightly and cried out in shock as he sucked it into his mouth, still using the tip of his tongue to pet my clit. 

He worshipped my pussy thoroughly, leaving nothing untouched or unloved. I was in a blissful heaven, overwhelmed with pleasure and long-denied sensations. Eric licked and sucked and kissed me, tongue fucking me until I was begging to come. I loved his gentleness and thorough passion, and the way his skills were so lovingly applied. It made me so hot to be treated so delicately when I had been 'one of the guys' for so long. I felt like a woman. On the other hand I loved his barely contained ferocity, the way he let a little bit of roughness out, using his teeth and his hands to demand a response from my body. When he did that, I felt kind of slutty and depraved for loving it so. And in the most basic sense, female. 

When he eased a finger inside of my tight opening, I felt like I would shatter. I grasped his hair in my fists, whispering his name. His fingers stroked a rhythm that escalated with each of my sobbing breaths until he was finger fucking me like mad, tonguing my clit, and commanding me to cum. My eyes were wide open but the room went dark as pleasure overloaded me and I flew apart. Bucking and crying out, I rode the wave, every nerve ending in my body screaming with unaccustomed joy. I felt a giant pulse over my skin that throbbed in tandem with my heart and my clit and I was flushed with exuberant bliss. 

Eric placed long slow kisses on the insides of my thighs as I gradually regained sight and a sense of self. I was limp and fevered in his hands. He rolled away and stood. I watched as he unbuttoned the last few buttons of his jeans, peeling the tight denim down his muscular thighs. Removing his boots, jeans, and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, he stood, looking down at me. He stood proudly, his cock jutting out in front of him, and let me look my fill. I let my eyes drink in the sight of him. Edible nipples, a flat, hard stomach, tight bum, and a beautiful, thick cock. My attention was drawn there as he wrapped a hand around his shaft, slowly stroking, and I was entranced by the drop of precum pearling at it's tip. 

"Are you sure you want this? Me?" His voice, low and rough with arousal, was even and steady. "I want to make sure. We can stop now if you want." 

I felt my hardened heart crack a little at his words. Just by looking at him I could tell that to stop now would be in the very least uncomfortable for him. And, yet, he was willing to stop, to turn around and go, on my word. I looked at him with mock severity. "You come here now or you're fired." 

A slow grin lit his face and I realized that he had honestly been worried that I would send him away. "Yes, ma'am." 

The mattress dipped beneath his knee as he climbed onto the bed. I half sat, reaching out a hand to lightly touch his cock. He sucked in his breath and raised up to stand on his knees, allowing me to explore as much as I liked. I liked a lot. 

I stroked him lightly at first and then became more confident when he shuddered and groaned as my finger slid through the wet stickiness at the tip of him. I did it again, purposely and felt my lips curl in a feline smile of satisfaction at his repeated reaction. I cupped his balls in one hand and began to slowly pump his cock with the other, wetted with his own fluid. 

I loved the way his head tipped back in surrender when I took him into my mouth. I licked the length of him and swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, lapping at the leaking tip. I heard him swear and fist a hand in my hair as I sucked him into my mouth deeply, taking him to the back of my throat. I moaned as he hardened further, sliding in and out of my mouth with increasing speed. 

Suddenly he pulled me away, sitting back on his heels, chest heaving. "I can't. I can't take any more. I want to be inside of you."

He moved my legs, crawling between them, and hooked one leg over his shoulder. I felt his thick cock head probe at my wet opening, seeking entrance into my body. I spread my other leg just a little wider. He eased in and stopped. I whined in protest, rocking my hips with greed.

"Easy, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you. You're so tight. So fucking tight and wet..." He trailed away and pushed in another inch. I moaned in delight and with a dark, secret thrill at his words. 




Walking After Midnight



In less than a minute he was buried to the root inside of me, looking down at me with naked hunger. I reached up between our bodies and stroked his stomach. "Eric? Now? Please?"

His eyes darkened until they were nearly black and he remained still. "Please what? What do you want?"

I flushed. "Please...fuck me?"

He drew out and slammed back inside of my pussy with a swiftness that startled and aroused me. "Like that? Is that how you want to be fucked, Kylah?"

"Yes. Oh, God, yes." The last of it ended on a moan because at the first 'yes' he had begun to pump his hips.

One hand grasped my ankle near his shoulder and the other my thigh just above my knee on the other leg as he made good and fucked me. He was so thick and hard that I felt completely full every time he stroked forward, and yet, I felt him go deeper with the next thrust, so that I cried out in delighted shock. 

I allowed my leg to slip down as I raised the other, wrapping them around his waist. He leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands on either side of me, his hair falling in a short curtain around his face. His eyes seemed to spark with electricity as he looked into mine, watching as I struggled for sanity, and I found his intent stare made everything inside of me go tight. 

Suddenly, he paused and rolled, bringing me with him so that I was astride his hips and he was on his back. He grinned. "Ride me. Just like you do in the saddle."

I experimentally rocked my hips. It had been so long. I thrilled at the sensation of being filled completely, of taking control and riding my lover to exhaustion. I began to move in earnest now, rolling my hips back and forth. Eric reached up to cup my tits as I moved. "Yeah, baby, just like that. That feels so good."

I gained confidence at his words and picked up the pace. I felt his hands settle at my hips and his cock began to thrust in accompanying rhythm. My body tightened in anticipation and I felt the slow waves of escalating pleasure rise once more. Throwing my head back, I rode him, my tits bouncing with each forceful roll of my body. I braced my hands on his thighs and he reached behind me to grasp a handful of my curls in his fist. 

His gentle tugs bowed my back even further and I gave a little scream of pure delight as the sensations shifted and his cock began to stimulate new spots inside of me. Hips bucking beneath me, Eric reached up and began to pinch and tug at my nipples. "Cum for me, Kylah! That's it, baby! Cum!"

I jolted as the orgasm ripped through me, and I cried his name as my body locked tight around him, my nails raking his thighs. The room spun crazily and I gasped for air, feeling as if my skin was paper thin and hot with the violence of my release. 

Eric drew me forward and grabbed both of my ass cheeks in his hands. He started fucking me from underneath, thrusting upwards into my spasming pussy like a rutting bull. The sound of the wet, meaty smacks of flesh-on-flesh had me shaking in his arms and thrusting down to meet his hips. 

"Kylah!" He roared my name as he came, sending rushing jets of hot cum into my waiting warmth. His arms locked around me like steel bands as his hips jerked and his body shuddered. I marveled at the strength of him and the hardness of his body even as he softened and his hold turned to a caress.

He kissed my lips with a dizzying sweetness, caressing my back with his hands. I lay on top of him, our skin sticking together with damp heat, and our bodies drained and limp. 

I raised my head just enough to look into his eyes and smiled. "I'm kind of glad you spied on me."

"Me too." He squeezed me tight for a second, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. Then his brow furrowed. "Actually, now that I think about it...It was Dave that sent me."

My jaw dropped. "Dave sent you to spy on me?"

"No, no." He said quickly. "He came to me one night about three, maybe three and a half months ago just as I was getting ready to go to bed. He said that a skunk or something had been bothering the chickens and would I take the 12 gauge out and sit for a little bit and keep a look out. He told me to go to the south side of the coop, sit in the shadow, and watch for an hour or so. I got the gun and settled down by the side of the coop. Only I forgot all about watching for skunks because I started watching you." 

He looked a bit sheepish, a faint blush staining his cheeks. "I never saw a damned skunk. I just kept taking the gun and sitting there, almost every night. Dave never said a thing. I can't believe this. I think the old coot set me up!"

I laughed. "Are you sorry he did?"

"No," he said immediately. "I'm not sorry a bit. But he could have just said something."

That made both of us laugh because Dave was known for his quiet, never-say-a-word-if-you-can-get-away-with-a-grunt viewpoint. He had been here since I bought the place though, and with having no family of my own, I had come to feel that he was my family. It made me smile to think that he had sent Eric to me and I wondered how knew that we would go so well together. 

"I should go. It'll be sun up in two hours. Dave will notice that I'm not there." He said the words but his arms didn't relinquish their hold on me. 

I shook my head. "Stay."

"Are you sure?" There was uncertainty in his voice and something that sounded a lot like hope.

"Dave will figure it out soon enough. Besides, I'm not ready to give you up just yet." I waggled my eyebrows at him in a suggestively cheesy way.

He smiled and gave me a squeeze. "Hey, I'm off the clock, lady. If you are going to work me all night too then I'm going to need a raise."

I laughed. "I think I'll have to just pay up in trade."

He grinned. "That was my evil plan all along, boss." 



Walking By



Passing by my office this morning?

Really?

I wonder how observant the people in the offices around here really are?

If, as you're walking past my offices, caped and masked assailant were to leap on you from the side of the street where he had been skulking, unnoticed by you and quickly throw a sack over your head, and pin your hands behind your back, would they notice? Would they stand and watch as he quickly and expertly tied your hands behind your back with a cable tie he had already prepared? Would they sip their lattes and cappuccinos and fail to notice your assailant throwing your prone body over his shoulder, leaving your briefcase where it had fallen, the contents spilling across the pavement?

Would they notice the malevolent glint in his eye? 

Would they pay any heed to your struggles to get free, the kicking of your body as the terror set in, the realisation that you were being abducted, the fear as to what would happen to you, the feeling of being completely defenceless as he makes off up the street, carrying you effortlessly and barely breaking perspiration?

I wonder, knowing you, when your pussy would start to dampen? I wonder when the sense of being powerless and at his mercy would start to turn you on? Would it be when, in the darkness of the hood, you hear doors open, and locks click closed? Would it be when he throws you down on a soft surface, probably a bed, moves your tied hands over your head and ties them to something round and cold and metallic attached to the wall? Would it be when you realise you're in a cage, created by him to control and dominate you? 

Or would it be as he starts to remove your clothes, not gently, not roughly, but firmly and with purpose, a purpose that books no interference, no refusal, no opposition, no chance of demurring or refusing?

Would it be when you are lying there wearing only the cloth hood and your underwear, as he takes each of your ankles and secures them to the two corners of the bed? Would it be when you feel the cold steel of a blade caressing the inside of your thigh, making you involuntarily flinch as it moves up to your groin? Would a small moan escape your lips as he expertly slices yours underwear from side to side, easing the shredded fabric from your pussy?

Would it be when you are completely naked before him, tied so you cannot move, wearing only a hood and restraints, the cool air gently fanning your pussy?

Would it be when he suddenly stands up, all you can hear are noises of him disrobing, clothes being flung across the room?

Would it be when he straddles you, and grabs for your tits, mauling them, pinching, tweaking, playing solely for his pleasure, using your body to excite himself?

Would it be when you feel his cock growing along side of you, in the darkness it feels enormous, massive, unfathomably large?

Or would it be when a little moan, surprising even you, escapes your lips, knowing deep down what is going to happen to you, wondering whether you want it to, knowing you do but telling yourself you don't? How could you be soooooo turned on by a man you haven't seen or know? Is there someway you could know this man, the man who is making you so aroused, so horny, so disgusted at yourself that you're so turned on, does he know you, do you know him?

Is it as he continues to use you to pleasure him, but his hands are starting to wander, once moves down towards your now dripping pussy. Again you try to clench your legs shut, but you can't, he's tied you too tight, he knows how to tie knots, you are immobile, unable to resist, unable to stop him, and you know whats coming...

Leaning back, his hands are reaching your pussy, he grunts pleased when he sees how wet you are, the throb of pleasure as he grazes your clit makes your eyes squeeze tightly shut, you want this, you need this, it can't be bad can it?

Your desire is now paramount, you need cock, you need him inside you, you re desperate to be filled, to be owned, to be taken, and he knows, he obliged, in one swift move he's between your legs, and you can feel the head of his cock at your entrance, just touching, teasing, rubbing your lips, teasing your clit, driving you insane, how can you take any more of this, you can't, your orgasm is building, you're starting to lose rational thought, all you can dream of is being fucked, the most primal thing you know, the fact you know nothing of this man is now irrelevant, you need it, you have to have it, the darkness of your hood makes it ok, the shame of begging a stranger to fuck you is receding, you can only think of one thing, your hips buck upwards, you try and impale yourself on his cock, but he just laughs, holding back, teasing you, tormenting you, driving you wild, do you know that laugh? Something stirring at the bottom of your mind?

He pushes your pelvis back onto the bed with one hand, and with the other, starts to spank your clit with his cock, this seems very familiar to you, where have you had that before? A dim memory is struggling to get out, but your rational mind isn't working, only your desire, only your need, what is that thought? Who cares, FUCK ME your mind screams out to this man driving you wild...

And he hears you, he's completely in tune with your body, he can feel your arousal, he can feel your need, he's playing your body like a classically trained cellist makes her instrument sing like a bird, and your body is singing, how is he doing that? Lowering his body between your legs, he positions his cock and enters you, not gently but not too much force, he doesn't need to rape you, your body wants him too much, your body sighs a relieved moan as he fills you up to the brim in one fluid stroke, his balls now tight against your clenched ass, you can't last long at this rate, and still inside you, immobile, he reaches down with his thumb and strokes your clit, a gentle motion that sends fire through your body, only a mere 10 seconds, the long building orgasm finally explodes, and scream, vibrating around his still as yet unmoving cock, your body wracked with pleasure, you almost fainting from the endorphin overload.

And will he continue to leave you lying like this? Of course not, he begins to fuck you, steadily at first and then building up to an intensity and force that sets you off again, and then again, your orgasms coming thick and fast now as this marvellous cock takes your body, as you become his property, his vassal, his slave, rolling orgasms that destroy any rational thought you could have, so much so that you fail to notice he's untied your ankles, and with one fluid motion, he flips you over, your hips now lying on a pillow strategically positioned. In one easy stroke he's deep inside your pussy again, and this time he starts to fuck you roughly and hard, clearly taking his own pleasure, and you continue to cum, you know now you've found your position, and with one final enormous heave, he thrusts himself deep inside and you both cum in one earthshattering orgasm...

He collapses on your back, your body twitching uncontrollably, your sweat intermingling, both spent from your exertions.

After several minutes, when both your breathing have returned to normal, and you are breathing in time, I lean over to your still hooded ear, and whispers, "so my little one, ready for more?..."

Would those bystanders ever notice...



Walking Girl



NOTE: I will be posting this story on two other sites, under the same title. This was written for a competition in which the author was to avoid naming the characters or giving physical descriptions, so that readers could, hopefully, identify with one of the players. I hope I accomplished this. Any feedback or constructive criticism you care to give will be appreciated.

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I remember the first time I noticed her. She was walking along the side of the road I take to come home from work every day. There was a lot of traffic, too much to allow me to take more than a glance, so all that registered on me was: female, roughly my age, jeans, t-shirt, walking the same direction I was going, and not looking like she was going to jump out in front of my car. I didn't see her face.

The next day, it was the same thing. Different t-shirt, but wearing blue jeans and sneakers, walking in the same direction I was going. Still no sight of her face.

I saw her every day that week on my way home. I started to expect her, and I finally saw a glimpse of her face in my passenger's side mirror one day as I drove past her. She seemed attractive, but I didn't get a good look.

For the next several weeks it was the same. I began to look forward to seeing her. I don't know what it was, really. I'm the kind of person who likes routine in his life, and seeing her became part of my routine. We didn't speak, didn't wave, didn't even make eye contact, but I came to want to see her. She became a kind of milepost on my drive home, since I always passed her at roughly the same place.

As summer moved into autumn, her attire changed. She began to wear sweaters or jackets to accommodate the weather, but she always wore a pair of jeans. She never carried a purse or backpack, which made me start to wonder where she was going, or where she had come from. It seemed to me that she would carry something if she was on her way to or from work or shopping, but she never seemed to have anything that couldn't be carried in her pockets.

Sometimes, when it was raining, she would be wearing a poncho or hoodie. I felt sorry for her then, and a couple of times I considered stopping to offer her a ride, but there was always a lot of traffic, and besides, that seemed a little forward. After all, it wasn't like I knew her, and she never turned to face traffic in an attempt to hitch a ride, so I always drove past.

Late in the fall, a crew began making repairs to the pavement and the gutters along the stretch of road where I always saw her, in preparation for winter. This slowed traffic considerably, and every day, I saw her as I crawled through the construction delays. One day, she walked past my car three different times in the stop-and-go traffic. The last time I saw her that day, she turned and smiled at me.

That started a different phase in our "relationship," if you could call it that. As I drove past her, I began to slow down so I could get a longer look at her. It seemed as though she was expecting me to pass her at that usual spot on the road, and she seemed to be looking over her shoulder as she walked, almost as though she wanted to see me. If she happened to glance my way at the right time, she would smile at me as I passed.

Winter was closing in. She traded in her sneakers for heavier shoes, and began wearing a warmer-looking jacket. Sometimes she wore a knit cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the cold. I always knew it was her, though. I knew every nuance of her walk, the length of her stride, the motion of her hips, the way she carried herself.

I was finding myself attracted to my "walking girl," as I came to call her. I don't know exactly why. She was physically attractive, to be sure, but then, a number of women are. I work with some really good-looking women, and I have a few pretty female friends, but none of them piqued my interest like this woman who walked along the road every day on my way home.

I guess that's why I finally decided to wave to her. I remember that it was on a Friday, the last day of my work week. I knew I wouldn't see her over the weekend, and something made me decide to wave that evening. It was almost dark on my evening drives now, but my headlights still made it easy to see her.

She was walking in her usual spot, glancing over her shoulder from time to time, and she saw me. I slowed down and waved, and she smiled and gave me a little wave back. As I drove past, we made eye contact through my car window, and her smile seemed warm and genuine. She looked happy to see me, and she was still smiling when I saw her in my mirror.

Where I live, the winters are very unpredictable. One day, it can be sunny and cool, but still very pleasant if you're dressed for the weather. The next day, we'll have sleet and freezing rain. Still other days, it will be blustery and bitterly cold. Other times, we'll get snow. Lots of it. The kind of snowstorms that bring everything to a halt, so that schools and businesses are closed.

It was like that one Friday in January. The weather forecast had called for flurries, but it had been snowing steadily all day. At first, the road crews were keeping up with it, plowing and salting, and generally keeping things moving. In the mid-afternoon, however, the storm picked up with a vengeance. A lot of my co-workers left early, although I stayed until my usual quitting time. I knew my car could handle deep snow, and I expected traffic to be light.

Things were worse outside than I had expected. Snow was falling heavily, and with the wind, we were experiencing near white-out conditions. There were a lot of drifts, and the snowplows were nowhere in sight. Had they given up? I knew it was possible. Sometimes, it seems as though they just stop and wait for the storm to pass. My car radio blasted alerts about the road conditions, saying that we were under a blizzard advisory, and that all unnecessary travel was to be curtailed.

I actually made decent time on my way home. Because the roads were terrible and visibility was poor, there were hardly any other vehicles moving. I was able to grind along at a decent pace. I glanced at the dashboard clock when I got to the area where my "walking girl" should be. Surely, she wouldn't be out in this weather. At least, I hoped she wouldn't be.

I almost didn't see her. She was standing along the road, not walking. She had her back to the wind, and was hugging herself against the cold. The snow was deeper than her boots, her jeans looked soaked, there was snow piled on the shoulders of her winter jacket, and the hair hanging from beneath her cap was caked with ice.

There were no other cars on the road. I stopped and rolled down the window. "Get in," I said.

"I can't. I don't know you," she replied.

"I don't know you either, but you can't walk in this. You'll freeze to death," I said.

"I'll be okay."

"Please, just get in the car. I'll take you wherever you're going. I'm not going to harm you or get weird on you, and it's not safe for you to be out in this. You'll get hypothermia or frostbite or something."

"I am pretty cold. I thought I was dressed warmly enough, but I guess I'm not."

"So, get in the car."

When she opened the door, my interior lights showed me how cold she really was. Her face was red from the cold, but her lips were blue and her teeth were chattering.

"I'll turn the heater on high. Put your seatbelt on."

She pulled the belt across her, but fumbled with the catch. "I'm shivering so hard, I can't latch the belt," she said.

I helped her, and then started to drive. "Where are you going?"

"There's a hill up ahead. At the top of the hill, turn right."

"You'll have to point it out to me," I said, straining to see through snow that was almost over-powering my wipers. At this point, staying centered between the utility poles was the only way I could be sure I was even on the road.

We were approaching the place where I would turn left off the main road to get to my place. Just beyond the intersection was the hill, which was blocked by stuck cars. "I don't think we can make it through there," I said.

"Huh?" she muttered.

"The road's blocked," I said. "I can't take you home this way."

"That's okay. I'll walk from here."

"How much farther is it?"

"I don't know. Maybe a mile and a half," she said softly.

"You'll never make it. You'll freeze to death. Look at you. You're soaked, your lips are blue, and you can't stop shivering."

"Where am I?" she asked.

Why wouldn't she know where she was if this was the way to her home? She seemed pretty sluggish, maybe even confused. "You're coming to my place. You'll warm up there and wait for the worst of the storm to pass."

"I can't do that. I have to walk home."

"No arguments. I'm serious. It's too dangerous for you out there." I turned into my road. From here, it was a straight, slightly downhill run. I was pretty sure we could make it to my place, but I knew that when I stopped the car, I would have a hell of a time getting it moving again.

The drifts were so deep in my driveway that it was hard to open my car door. She stayed belted in her seat, so I went around to help her. She was almost too weak to stand, and I had to help her into the house.

When I tried to turn on the light, nothing happened. Great. A power outage. This was going to be a problem in an all-electric house.

"We have to get you warmed up," I said.

"No, I'm okay," she mumbled. "I'm just so tired. I can't keep my eyes open. I need to sleep."

"You have to warm up first. Grogginess is a sign of hypothermia," I said.

She was hard to understand, but I think she said, "I'm so cold. I don't think I'll ever feel warm again."

I helped her to a kitchen chair and got out some candles. I lit one and put it on the table, and took the rest into the living room and lit them. At least we had a little light, but it was already getting chilly in the house.

When I went back into the kitchen, I found her with her head on her arms on the table, sound asleep. Now I was worried. I half dragged and half carried her into the living room and put her in an arm chair that I pushed in front of the fireplace.

I gently shook her shoulder, but there was no response. I took her one hand in mine and squeezed it. It was cold and lifeless. I shook her again, harder, and she stirred and mumbled. "Wake up. Come on, open those eyes. You have to stay awake for awhile until you warm up. I'm going to build a fire in the fireplace."

I busied myself preparing a fire, stopping every few seconds to shake her, squeeze her hand, and talk to her. Eventually, I had a roaring fire going.

Now I turned my full attention to my guest. I knew the fire would help to warm her up, but I wondered how long it would take. Was the fire enough? How bad was her hypothermia? I pushed her sleeve up and took her pulse. It was slow, much slower than it should be, even for someone who is sleeping. I also realized that she was only breathing about half as fast the normal rate. I took her shockingly cold face in my hands and spoke loudly to her. "Wake up!"

She muttered something, but I couldn't understand it. When I let go of her head, it flopped back into the chair, and she started snoring. I shouted at her, and she said something I couldn't understand. "What? What did you say?" I yelled at her.

She mumbled something again, but it sounded like gibberish. What was I going to do? I had to get her out of this stupor. I was afraid she was in shock. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks. "Talk to me!"

This time, I understood her. "I'm too tired to go to school today, Mommy."

I had to do something. Now. Then it hit me. She was soaked from head to foot. Even with the fire blazing behind the screen only a few feet away, I could still see some snow in the tops of her boots. She was never going to warm up in those wet clothes.

I went to my linen closet and grabbed a couple of blankets. When I returned to her, she was snoring again, slowly. I pulled her upright and worked her soggy coat off of her. I threw it and her cap on the floor behind her, and then set her back down so I could pull off her boots. Icy water poured from them onto the floor. I yanked her socks off and tossed them on the pile with her coat and hat.

Her feet were a very unhealthy shade of light blue-gray. I gently took them in my hands and examined the skin. Nothing looked frostbitten, but what did I know? The only thing I was certain of was that this woman needed warmth.

Melting snow was dripping from her head. Even where her cap had covered it, her hair was wet. I took a towel from the bathroom and made a sloppy turban for her. Then I took a good look at her. She was wearing a sweatshirt and her ever-present blue jeans, and both were completely soaked. Well, this could get me arrested, but what the hell? Those wet clothes had to go.

I pulled the towel off her head and spread it on the hearth to dry. I took her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks. This time, she opened her eyes, but I could see her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were pointed at me, but she didn't look like she was seeing anything. I said, "Your clothes are soaked. You are wet through and through. We have to get those wet clothes off you so you can warm up. I'm going to help you get undressed and wrapped in some blankets."

There was no response. I hadn't really expected one, but I felt better having told her that a complete stranger was going to strip her naked.

Taking off her soggy sweatshirt wasn't too hard. I struggled a bit getting it over her head, and she did nothing to help. I tossed the shirt on the pile with her other clothes and rewound the warm towel around her head. The blue jeans were a different matter. She was dead weight, and the wet denim clung to her skin.

By now I was getting pretty warm from the fire. I felt her arm. It was still cold. Her legs were no better. Even her belly, which probably had been best protected from the weather, was cold and clammy to the touch.

I got more towels and started to gently dry her skin. Her undergarments were soaked, too. I patted the moisture from them as well as I could. I draped her wet outer clothes over a drying rack I got from my laundry room and placed them a safe distance from the fire. Then I put her boots near the hearth.

The chair on which she sat was wet from the snow that had melted off her clothes, so I picked her up and put her on the couch. I considered leaving her there, but she was too far from the fire, which was the only heat source in the house. Besides, I didn't want her to get too comfortable. I wanted her to wake up.

I pulled an old wooden saloon chair into place in front of the hearth and draped a blanket over it. Then, I moved her limp body to the chair and wrapped the blanket around her and covered her with another blanket. I sat on the couch to figure out what I should do next.

After a few minutes, I checked on her. She was still unresponsive. Her feet, which were closest to the fire, had started to regain some color, but they were still too cold for my liking. I unwrapped the blankets to feel her skin. It didn't feel any warmer than it had before I wrapped her up. Her pulse and breathing were still very slow. This wasn't working.

If only I had electricity! I could take the electric blanket from my bed, wrap her in it, and crank up the juice. The blankets she had would hold in the body heat of a healthy person, but my "walking girl" wasn't generating enough heat on her own. She certainly wasn't getting any colder, but I knew I had to do something more aggressive to warm her up. If only I could apply heat directly to her body without worrying about burning her.

That's it! Apply heat! Warm compresses might do the trick. I reasoned that heat applied to the pressure points in the body, around the neck, under the arms, and in the groin could help. But I had no electricity, which meant no hot water. Or did it?

A few months ago, I had installed a new water heater. My old one had given up, and I hated having to stagger dish washing, clothes washing, and my shower. I wanted to have the freedom to do more than one of those things at a time, if I chose, so I went for a big heater, larger than the plumber said I needed. How much hot water did it hold?

I turned on the faucet in the tub. Almost immediately, a strong flow of hot water poured out. I turned the water off again. Could there be enough to fill a tub for her? If there was, it would probably be the best way to warm her up. It was worth a try.

Returning to the living room to check on her, I saw that the fire was starting to die down. I stirred it and added more wood, and then examined my guest again. She still would not answer me when I talked to her, and her limbs were still limp. She seemed to be breathing a little more normally, and her pulse was a few beats faster than it had been, but the thawing-out process was taking too long.

The bath was my best bet. Now I had to see how much hot water I really had. I put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water. I adjusted it to make it warm, a little warmer than my body temperature, but not hot. When it was almost half full, I turned the water off and gathered all the dry towels I had. I was going to soak her and thaw her, then allow her to dry herself and put her to bed. I prayed that, when this was all over, she would understand why I had taken such liberties with her. I got some of the candles from the living room and put them on the vanity so we would have some light.

Back in the living room, I spoke loudly to her again. "Can you hear me?" When there was no response, I held her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks to try to get a reaction from her. "You're not warming up fast enough under these blankets, so I'm going to unwrap you and help you to the bathroom. You're going to soak a while in some nice warm water. Maybe that will get you going. Okay?"

Again, I realized that she probably hadn't heard me, but I hoped that, somehow, she was registering this information so she wouldn't be quite as upset at waking up half-naked in a stranger's bathtub. Then I removed her blankets and carried her into the bathroom. I removed the towel I had wrapped around her head and rolled it into a sort of pillow to support her head above the surface of the water. She was still as limp as a rag doll when I put her in the tub.

It didn't take long for her to slide off the towel so that her face started to go into the water. Quickly, I reached in and cradled her head so she wouldn't get water in her mouth and nose. I repositioned the makeshift pillow several times, but the same thing kept happening. When I moved her body so that her feet were pressed against the front wall of the tub, her knees bent and separated, allowing her to start to submerge again.

Shit! This wasn't working at all. It wouldn't do much good to warm her up if I was going to drown her in the process. I couldn't think of anything I had around the house that I could use to prop her up. Finally, I decided that the only thing I could do was kneel there and hold her.

This created an awkward situation. Throughout this ordeal, I had touched her face, her hair, her hands, even her bare abdomen. I had rubbed her feet, inspected her eyes, taken her pulse, and watched her breathe. I had undressed her down to her lacy bra and panties. I guess my concern for her in this crisis had suppressed my male response to her as a woman. Now I was kneeling, bent over her, holding her head in my hand, and looking at her body, dressed only in undergarments that had become nearly transparent in the water.

I really tried to concentrate on her face, telling myself I needed to keep my eyes there to check her breathing and her level of consciousness. I remembered her warm smile that I had seen so many times as I drove past her. That led me to my memories of watching her ass move as she walked, the way she carried the body that now lay, practically naked, just inches from my face. Her perfect areolas and erect nipples were plainly visible through the flimsy fabric of her bra, and the symmetry and beauty of her feminine mound were openly displayed.




Walking Girl



It was getting colder in the house. The wind was whistling outside, and I swore I could almost hear the heat getting sucked out of the air. A few times, I added some precious hot water to keep her body warm. Periodically, I lifted her arm and held it out of the water, trying to gauge the warmth of her flesh.

At first, I ignored the cramping in my back. I was holding a human life in my hands. I had no right to worry about my own discomfort. Then the fatigue in the arm I was using to support her head became more and more disturbing. I was losing control, and a few times I almost allowed her face to slip beneath the water. The only thing I could think of to keep her from drowning was to use my whole body to support her. In other words, I had to get in the tub with her and hold her head in my lap.

It was awkward to do, but eventually I managed to get my shoes, socks, shirt and pants off, working with one hand and holding her head with the other. I lifted her into a sitting position, and climbed in behind her. I tried sitting cross-legged and resting her head on my lower legs, but I quickly found that my legs would cramp in that position, and too much of her torso was out of the water in the chilly air.

Finally, I stretched my legs out on either side of her and cradled her head on my groin. I was still wearing my boxer shorts, so I didn't think this was too much more inappropriate than what I had already done.

I relaxed against the end of the tub, and let my head rest against the wall of the tub enclosure. In this position, I was reasonably comfortable, and I could easily support her head. There was a problem, though. Her head was resting on my cock, which was starting to respond to my view of her body. It struck me that she was my ideal body-type. She was lovely, and my manhood had already appreciated what my conscious mind was only now processing.

Several times, I sat her up so I could lean forward and drain some of the cooling water out of the tub and add some more hot water. Each time I lay her head back down in my lap, my cock was harder.

I'm not sure how long we were in the tub. It seemed like forever. Her breathing had slowly recovered, and her pulse finally seemed to be about the rate I would expect from someone in a deep sleep, rather than someone who was dying. Her skin color was better too.

Eventually, she began to move the muscles of her face. At first, it was just a twitch. Then I could detect a little movement of her head. She moved her hands a little, and then she opened her eyes. She was looking at the front wall of the tub, and got a very confused expression on her face.

"You're awake," I said.

"What? Where am I? What's going on?" she muttered in a groggy voice.

"Look up," I said as I leaned over her. "Do you recognize me? I'm the guy who drives past you every evening when you're walking. Do you remember the snowstorm?"

"I was so cold. I'm still cold. Wait a minute! Why am I in the bathtub with you? Where are my clothes? Where are YOUR clothes?" She sounded a little panicked.

"Calm down. Nothing happened. I tried to give you a ride home, but the road was blocked, so I brought you home with me. The roads are completely drifted shut, the power is out, and you lost consciousness from hypothermia. I tried everything to warm you up, but I had to get you out of your frozen clothes. I put you in a chair in front of the fireplace and wrapped you in blankets, but you just weren't warming up, so I ran a hot bath and put you in it."

"Why are you in here with me?" she asked.

"You were out cold, no pun intended, and I couldn't figure out how to support your head so you wouldn't drown. The only thing I could think of was to get in here with you and cradle your head in my lap."

"Oh. So I passed out?"

"Yes. You were suffering from exposure and hypothermia."

"I've heard of people doing that . That's when they freeze to death," she said.

"That's what I was afraid was going to happen to you."

"You saved my life."

"Do you feel like you can sit up? I'll help you."

I lifted her into a sitting position.

"You saved my life. I could have died out there. I don't really remember getting in your car. I just remember being colder than I've ever been before. I was so tired. I think I was looking for a place to lie down and rest."

"I'm glad you didn't find one. I don't want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't seen you," I said.

"I knew I shouldn't lie down, but I couldn't move any more."

"You were pretty out of it. Why in God's name were you trying to walk in that weather?"

She looked a little embarrassed. "I had to get home."

"Should you call home to let your family know you're all right?"

"I live alone. There's no one to call."

"Well, then, I'm going to get out of the tub and get us some towels. Will you be okay if I let you alone for a moment?"

"I'm fine, I think. I'm just so weak and cold."

"I know. Stay in the water until I get you some towels and something to wear."

"Where are my clothes?" she asked.

"I hung them near the fire in the living room. They were dripping wet. I doubt they'll be dry enough to wear before morning."

"What am I going to do?"

"You're going to sleep here by the fire. It's the only heat source I have right now. You can't go home. We're snowed in. The roads are impassable, and the wind is still blowing outside. I'll heat some water in the fireplace for instant coffee, if you can stand it."

"That sounds great." For the first time that day, she smiled at me.

When I got out of the tub, the cold air was more than enough to tame my erection. "Are you sure you're awake? Will you be okay in here alone for a couple minutes?" I asked.

"I don't feel normal, if that's what you're asking, but I'm not sleepy any more."

"Okay. I'm going to dry off and get dressed. Here are a couple of towels. I'll bring you something to wear. Stay in the water until I get back. It's a lot warmer than the air in here."

"Thank you."

I didn't think to knock when I returned to the bathroom with a a sweatshirt, sweatpants and some fleece socks. I didn't expect to see her standing there, wrapping a towel around herself. She had removed her wet underwear, and I got a quick but clear look at her bare breasts and pussy mound.

"Oh! I didn't expect you back so soon."

"I'm so sorry. I should have knocked," I said.

"Don't be silly. It's your house. Besides, while I was passed out you could have done anything you wanted to me."

"I didn't."

"I didn't think you did. But you could have. You could have decided that I owed you that for saving my life. I appreciate the fact that you were a gentleman," she said.

"I'm going out to add wood to the fire and work on our sleeping arrangements. When you're done in here, would you bring the candles with you?"

"Sure."

In a few minutes, she joined me in the living room. The fire had burned down to just a bed of coals, so I added a lot of wood to get it roaring again.

"I look ridiculous," she said. She started to laugh. The sound was wonderful.

"Why do you say that? I think you look great."

"With my stringy, wet hair, wearing a man's sweatsuit that I could probably squeeze two of me into and fleece socks that must be three sizes too big. Yeah, a real vision of loveliness."

"Come sit in front of the fire and wrap up in that blanket. Are you warm enough?"

"Compared to how I felt out on the road, I'm downright toasty. In reality, though, I'm still pretty cold. That fire and a blanket will feel really good."

"I wish I could get it warmer in here," I said. "Especially for you. You've warmed up a lot, but I'm still worried that your core temperature isn't up to normal. We're both going to have to sleep out here. It's freezing in the bedroom."

"We can't sleep on the hardwood floor. It's a cold surface, and the cold air in a room falls to the floor, which will make us even colder."

"You can sleep on the couch," I offered.

"Where would you sleep?"

"In the armchair."

"That doesn't look very comfortable for sleeping," she said as she walked toward it. "Oh, you can't sleep on this. It's soaking wet."

"Oh yeah, that's where I put you when I first brought you in here in your snowy clothes. You're right, I can't use that. I'll use the saloon chair."

"That thing's as hard as a rock. You can't sleep on that."

"I'll be okay," I said.

"Nonsense. It's a big couch. We can share. Besides, that way we can both wrap up in all the blankets. We can share body heat and have plenty of insulation at the same time."

"Are you sure you're okay with that?" I asked.

"We were just in the tub together in our underwear. I don't think I'll have a problem with this," she chuckled.

I pushed the other chairs out of the way and dragged the sofa across the floor to put it closer to the fire. "How about that coffee?" I asked.

"I can hardly wait."

"It's decaf instant. I don't have any cream or sugar."

"At this point, I'm not choosy."

"I could add some brandy."

"Oh, would you? That sounds delicious!" she gushed.

By the time I had made our mugs of spiked coffee, she had arranged herself on the couch, bundled in two blankets. There were two more for me to use. I handed her both mugs and wrapped myself in my own blanket cocoon. When I was settled, she handed me my coffee.

"A toast?" she asked.

"Sure. To summer. Let us never complain about the heat and humidity again."

Her laugh was a beautiful sound. "I'll drink to that!"

We sipped our steaming mugs in silence for a while.

"I'd like to propose another toast," she said.

"To what?"

She smiled, "I'd like to drink to the man who saved my life tonight. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

"I don't expect you to. Seeing you thawed out and smiling is all the payment I need."

We finished our coffee.

"I hate to leave this nice warm fire, but I think I'd better use the bathroom before we go to sleep. Are you ready to bed down for the night?"

"It's more like bedding down for the morning, but yes, I'm ready."

"Let's straighten out all four blankets and tuck them between the seat cushions and the back of the couch. You can work on getting it warm under there while I'm gone."

I lay on my side, pushed myself against the back of the couch, and re-arranged the blankets so she could crawl under them. In a moment she returned and lay down in front of me, facing the fire so we were spooning.

"God, it's cold out there. Will you hold me? I need your warmth."

She snuggled back against me. I was very aware of the feel of her buttocks separated from my penis by only two layers of sweatsuit fabric. She pulled my arm around her, so that I was holding her body just below her breasts, and put her arm on top of mine, holding us in place.

Her damp hair was in my face, but I didn't mind. It felt good to hold her. I just hoped she would fall asleep before I became fully erect.

The next thing I knew, I felt a hand caressing my face.

"Are you awake?" she whispered.

I opened my eyes. Bright sunshine was streaming through the windows. "I wonder what time it is," I said.

"Your mantle clock says it's just past ten. It stopped snowing and blowing, but we're definitely snowed in. I got up to go to the bathroom and looked outside. I can barely see the roof of your car in the driveway. I've never seen such drifts," she said.

"I guess we should get up and try to figure out what we're going to do today. We also need to eat."

She rolled over to face me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.

"I snooped around in your kitchen. You have an electric stove, so I can't make you a hot breakfast," she said. "I didn't open the refrigerator because I didn't want to let any more cold air out, but your pantry has what I need to make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "

"My favorite," I laughed.

Her face grew serious. "Thank you for last night."

"Don't mention it. I only did what was right," I said.

"I guess, but you did it for me. You rescued me, you kept me safe, and you held me close all night. That means a lot to me."

She stroked my stubbly cheek.. Her soft hand finally felt warm against me. She smiled at me for a few seconds, and then she kissed me.

It was a soft kiss, more than a peck, but it was too brief for me to understand where she intended to go from there. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure she meant to lead me on, so I didn't kiss her back. She pulled back slowly, smiled again, blushed, and lowered her eyes.

"I'll go make those sandwiches now," she whispered.

She unwrapped us from the blankets, and the cold air hit us immediately. "Brrrrrr!" I said. "It's really gotten cold in here. I'd better get this fire going again."

"Why is it so cold in here?" she asked. "Isn't your furnace working?"

"Electric heat," I said. "Pretty much useless when the power is out."

"Fold those warm blankets over to keep the heat inside," she suggested. "We can wrap up in them again while we eat."

It didn't take long to have the fire burning brightly again, and soon we were giggling like a pair of kids, cocooned in our blankets, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of the fire.

"I wonder when they'll get the electricity back on," I said.

"How much firewood do you have? It's going to get awfully cold in here if the fire goes out," she said, sounding a little worried.

"I just got a cord of seasoned hardwood a few weeks ago, so that's not a problem. I'll bring some in after our feast. I probably should start clearing the driveway, too, so that we can get out of here after the snowplows come through."

"I'll help you," she said.

"No way. Your clothes probably aren't completely dry, and besides, I'm not letting you get cold again. It's bad enough for you in here. I'm not letting you expose yourself to the cold weather outside. There's a bookcase over there. You curl up under the blankets with a book. That's an order!"

"Oh, the domineering 'me Tarzan, you Jane' type, huh? That's sweet. Thank you. But you shouldn't let yourself get too cold either. I don't want to have to try to thaw you out."

The memory of the two of us, in our underwear in the tub, flashed through my mind. I remembered how good she looked in her transparent bra and panties and how hard I got with her head in my lap.

It took most of the afternoon for me to dig my car out of the drifts and to shovel the driveway. By the time I went inside, it was getting dark,.

When I got into the living room, I found her kneeling on the hearth, stirring something in a pot.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact. What's that?"

"I found some cans of stew in your pantry. It's not exactly gourmet cooking, but it's the best I can do," she said.

"I'm sure it will be wonderful. This is definitely a hot stew kind of day."

"Any sign of a snowplow?"

"I thought I could hear some equipment out on the main road when I was outside, but nothing has come down this road. It's going to take a while, I imagine. We had a hell of a lot of snow."

"Don't I remember that the forecast called for flurries?" she asked.

"Yeah, but they didn't mention that we'd have over two feet of them with gale-force winds," I chuckled.

"Well, it's a weekend. You don't have to be at work until Monday, do you?"

"No. You?"

"No. You know, this could be a fun adventure if we had electricity," she said. "I'd really like to be able to wash up a bit."

"I have an idea. We could heat some water in the fireplace and then pour it in the bathroom sink for sponge baths," I suggested.

"That would be very nice."

We finished our meal, and I then placed a large pot of water near the fire to heat. "You can wash up first," I said. I'll find you a fresh set of sweatclothes to wear for bed."

I knocked on the bathroom door to give her the clothes I had found for her.

"It's okay, come in," she said.

I opened the door, and saw her, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her. Her hard nipples were visible poking against the terrycloth, even in the light of the single candle she had taken into the bathroom.

"It's really starting to get cold in this house," she said. "I can hardly wait to put on some clothes and get back to the fire." She turned her back to me and dropped her towel. As she bent to put on the sweatpants, I studied the curve of her ass, and realized I could see her pussy lips peeking from the space between her legs. When she put her shirt on, I got a glimpse of her tits in the mirror. She seemed more beautiful to me with every minute we spent together.

When she turned to face me, it was obvious that she saw the bulge forming in my own sweatpants.

"I'll go heat some more water," I said, hurrying out of the bathroom. I stirred the fire, added more wood, and contemplated my situation.

I was snowbound in my house with a woman I didn't know, and I had just seen her naked. Last night, I had stripped her to her underwear and held her body against me in the bathtub, ogling her breasts and pussy through her wet bra and panties. I had gotten an erection from holding her unconscious head in my lap. I had then gotten a brief flash of her from the front, fully naked, when she was drying herself.

We had spent the night cuddled together on my couch, my hard cock pushing against her ass. In the morning, she had kissed me, making my manhood stir again, and causing me to wonder how far I could take things with her.

Moments ago, I had drooled over her ass and boobs as I watched her dress, and she had seen my cock stirring in my pants. Soon we were going to be snuggled against each other on the sofa again. When I got hard again, which I knew I would, what would she think of me?

"The bathroom's free," she said happily, as she arranged the blankets on the couch. "I'll start warming up our bed."

I got some clothes for myself, and took the pot of water into the bathroom. I was busy washing my cock and balls, and, I admit, playing with myself a bit, when the light over the vanity came on. The power had been restored!

She burst through the bathroom door. "The lights are on.... Oh my!" She was looking at my erection, her eyes wide. "Um, wow! Sorry, I'll let you have some privacy." Her face was as red as mine as she quickly left the bathroom and closed the door.

Great. Now she thinks I'm a pervert. Maybe I am. I finished my sponge bath and dressed. My embarrassment had caused my hard-on to shrink.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found her in the kitchen.

"How about some real, freshly brewed coffee with some of that brandy tonight?" she said. "I opened your refrigerator and took inventory. I don't know that I'd trust the milk and eggs, but everything else in there should be okay. It stayed pretty cool in there."

"I think my fridge has better insulation than this house," I said. "It's going to take a while for the heating system to warm this place up."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to bundle up on the couch again," she said with a little smile. "That wasn't too bad."

"You don't have to sleep on the couch tonight" I said. "I have an electric blanket on my bed. You can be nice and toasty in there."

"Where will you sleep?" she asked.

"On the couch. Lord knows, we have plenty of blankets."

"It's pretty early to go to bed, don't you think?" she asked.

"I guess so. Maybe we should turn on the TV. I wonder how badly the storm crippled this area."

"Let's find out. Maybe there will be something on about how they're doing with clearing the smaller roads like this one," she said.

We took our mugs of coffee and brandy into the living room and turned the couch so we could see the TV. We bundled up together again, and sat back to watch. There was no signal from the cable TV. It apparently had been knocked out by the storm. I said, "Do you want to watch a movie?"




Walking Girl



She got up to rummage through my movie collection. "Hmmm. Action, adventure, sci-fi, typical guy stuff. Oh, my, that one looks a little racy. My, my, you have a bit of porn here, don't you? Hmmm. Oh, can we watch a romance? Please?" she said, holding up a DVD case.

"Whatever you like," I said. I settled back on the couch and let out a little groan. "Oh, my back is telling me how much snow I shoveled today."

She gave me a concerned look and said, "Does it really hurt?"

"No, I'm just a little stiff and tired. I'll probably be okay in the morning."

"After shoveling snow all day, you're not going to plunk your tired back on that couch. I've seen your bed. There's plenty of room there for both of us."

"Oh, I couldn't do that," I said.

"Nonsense. I'm not turning you out of your own bed. Besides, I kind of liked having someone close to me at night. I don't snore, do I? Please? I'll be good."

The thought of her next to me in my nice, comfortable bed, made me stir. I wished she hadn't promised to be good. "Let's watch the movie," I said. "I'll see how I feel by bedtime."

As we watched the movie, we found ourselves shifting our position on the couch so that eventually, she was snuggled against my side, and my arm was wrapped around her shoulder. We were comfortable. During the love scenes in the movie, I was aware of the warm, enticing feel of her body against me.

After the movie ended, I turned to her and said, "You know, there should be enough hot water by now for a shower. Why don't you treat yourself? There's shampoo and conditioner, and I have a hair dryer."

"You go ahead. You're the one who needs the hot spray on your back and shoulders. If there's still some hot water after you're done, I'll get a shower then," she said.

I had shampoo in my eyes when I heard the bathroom door open. Then I heard the shower curtain move, and felt a hand on my belly.

"I'll scrub your back," she murmured. "Maybe there will be enough hot water for you to wash me too."

"You don't have to do this," I said.

"I know. Now turn around and let me wash you."

Her hands felt amazing, scrubbing and kneading the skin and muscles of my shoulders, then my back, and finally my ass.

"Turn around and rinse," she said.

As soon as I was facing her, she began to work the soap into a lather on my chest. I was already erect, but when she dropped to her knees to wash my cock and balls, I began to leak pre-cum into her hand.

"You're going to wash me next. All of me," she said.

She stood and grabbed the shampoo. "Would you wash my front while I do my hair?" she asked.

I gently rubbed the soap onto her chest, watching as her nipples hardened with my touch.

"Be sure to lather my nipples really well. And don't forget the rest of me," she whispered.

When it was time to wash her pussy, I knelt in front of her. She spread her legs slightly to give me better access. Her lips were full, firm, swollen-looking. Her clit was coming erect.

"Oh yes, clean me," she moaned.

I did, thoroughly. Her breathing became ragged, and I could feel moisture on my fingers that had not come from the shower head.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I think you'd better wash my back now." She turned away from me, presenting her beautiful ass to my view.

I slowly washed her shoulders, her back, her sides, and her hips. My hands came to rest on her firm, luscious buttocks. 

"Wash my ass really well," she breathed.

My fingers traced patterns in the soapsuds on her asscheeks. She spread her legs, leaned forward, and said, "Please. Clean me."

My soapy fingers slipped down to her brown star, and started rubbing it.

"Oh yes, that's nice," she said in a husky whisper. As I continued to massage her asshole, she started moving her hips forward and back. "More," she moaned. "More. Clean me inside."

I pressed my middle finger against her sphincter, and it suddenly relaxed. My finger slipped inside.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Oh please, deeper. Add another finger."

I glanced down at my cock, and saw it twitching with my pulse, a string of pre-cum falling to the shower floor. The feel of her hot, tight ass gripping my fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge.

She leaned front further and handed me the bottle of hair conditioner. "You might need this," she said. "Spread some on your cock to make it slippery." Then she bent forward and braced her hands on the tub faucet. "Fuck my ass," she said. "Hard."

I did as she asked. The heat, the tightness, the sound of her grunting as I fucked her made me ready to cum in way too short a time. I wanted her to cum too, so I slid my hands around her hips and began rubbing her clit while fingering her tight pussy.

"Make me cum," she said. "Make me cum hard. Cum in my ass. I need it." And then she began to scream. Her fluids were running freely down her thighs as her internal muscles clenched both my fingers and my cock. I came, long and hard, jet after steaming jet of my cum shooting deep into her bowel.

We stayed locked together for a time. She was supporting her upper body with her hands on the faucet, and I held her ass crushed against me, trying to regain my senses from the overwhelming orgasm I had just had.

Finally, she said softly, "Thank you."

"No, thank you!" I said. "You were amazing."

"The water's getting cooler," she said.

"I hadn't noticed," I replied.

"Let's clean up and go to bed."

"Okay," I replied, reluctantly allowing my softening cock to fall from her glorious ass.

When we got out of the tub, I realized I hadn't gotten any clothes out for us to wear to bed. As I toweled off, I said, "The hair dryer's in the cupboard below the sink. I'll go and find some clothes for us."

"Just turn on the electric blanket," she said. "I don't want to wear anything to sleep with you tonight."

The bed was getting comfortably warm when she came into the room and crawled under the covers next to me. "I'm not sure that half-freezing to death is the way I would have chosen to get to actually meet you," she said, "But I'm glad things turned out this way."

"So am I." We rolled on our sides to face each other. I was just about to ask her what she was thinking when she moved in to kiss me. There was warmth, a hint of passion, but it was not urgent. Our hands explored each other, but it was more an act of discovery and tenderness than it was actual foreplay.

When we finally broke our kiss, she lay her head on my chest. "I enjoyed our shower," she said.

"I did too."

"I want more," she said, lifting herself onto one elbow to smile at me. Then she kissed me again, hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. Her free hand began to move downward across my chest and stomach, and came to rest on my re-awakening penis. "Here," she said, "let me help you with that."

She got on her hands and knees, and began kissing her way down from my throat to my belly. Her hand was lightly fondling my cock and balls. Her kisses moved out from my center line to rain down on my hip and then trail down my thigh. She leaned across me to kiss and lick my other thigh, and then gently urged my legs apart. Her tongue traced a line from the top surface of my thigh to the inside, and then crossed to the other leg.

By this time, my cock was as hard as it had been in the shower. This amazing woman was making me want her again, maybe more than I had before.

I felt her lips tugging on the loose skin of my scrotum. Her tongue bathed me, and then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth.

"Oh God," I moaned.

"It gets better," she whispered. Her tongue began to move, agonizingly slowly, up the underside of my shaft. She stopped at the little triangle where the bottom of the head of my cock joins the shaft. Using just the tip of her tongue, she flicked back and forth over that super-sensitive skin. Then she licked her way back down to my balls. Each time she came back up the shaft of my penis, she licked the edge of the head, but never actually touched the tip of my cock. I was going wild.

"I want to make you cum," she said.

"Not without you. Move over so I can lick you too," I said, helping her to position herself so that her wet pussy was just above my mouth. She smelled fresh and clean, of course, but the overall aroma was delicious sex. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from just in front of her asshole, over her sweet-smelling pussy lips, and then to her clit. Her flavor was intoxicating.

"Oh, please lick me," she said, just before engulfing my cock with her soft, sucking mouth. As I ate her, she ate me, using her tongue, lips, fingers, even the roof of her mouth to give me pleasure. I was glad I had cum in the shower. This was too damn good to have it end soon.

She seemed to feel the same way. My licking gradually got faster, I hardened my tongue, and worked deeper in between her lips on each pass. Sometimes, I'd lick her clit, sometimes, I'd graze it lightly with my teeth, and every once in a while, I'd suck on it. When she went off, I nearly drowned.

Of course, the taste of her, the sound of her muffled screams, the smell, the feel of her convulsing on my mouth, only added to what her mouth was still doing to me. I eased two fingers into her asshole to try to prolong her orgasm.

That's when I came. She drank every drop, doing every trick in the book to get the last tiny bit of fluid from me, then licking me completely clean, just in case some had leaked out of her mouth. When she was done, she collapsed on top of me, then rolled off me onto her side.

When I was able to raise my head from the pillow, I saw her struggling to prop herself up on one elbow so she could look at me. We stared at each other for a long time, and then she started to grin. Her smile was infectious, and eventually we started to giggle.

"Can you help me turn around?" she said.

"I think so."

"I hope so. I'm not sure I can do it myself. I really want to have some more fun with you, but I definitely need a breather. Plus, don't you think we're going to get cold if we don't pull the blanket back over us?"

"You're right," I said. I helped her into a sitting position. Together, we got into a tight little huddle in the middle of the bed, me on my back, her lying partway on my chest with her one leg over me. The warm blanket felt good.

We cuddled for a while. I know she was asleep, and I think I was dozing when the noises of equipment outside woke us.

"What's that?" she said.

"Snowplow." I got up and looked out the window. "There's other equipment out there too, along with a couple of guys."

She joined me, our naked bodies touching in the darkened room. "Looks like I might be able to go home tomorrow," she said.

"Maybe." I pulled her back to bed. "What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Interesting question. Let me show you, instead of telling you," she said, applying gentle pressure with the palm of her hand on my chest. "You know, there's something we haven't done."

"I know," I said.

She said nothing. Instead, she smiled at me and then straddled my body. At first, she lay on top of me, grinding her tits into my chest and rubbing my well-used cock with her crotch. We kissed as she humped me, and when she felt my meat starting to respond, she parted her legs so her wet pussy lips would massage me. Soon, we knew we were ready. She knelt on either side of my hips, gently stroked my cock with spit-moistened hands, and then aimed me. Taking slow, gentle strokes, she sank onto me until my pelvis supported most of her weight.

"Ahhhh. That's wonderful," she sighed. She stayed still for a few seconds, and then leaned forward to kiss me again.

"I'm going to make you cum again," she whispered in my ear. Even though my "walking girl" had always looked fairly casual and perhaps a little aloof, the woman in my bed was the exact opposite. She set to work on making good her promise, earning herself two knuckle-biting orgasms in the process.

When I woke up, there was sunlight shining in my window, made glaringly bright by the snow on this crisp, clear day.

She wasn't in bed. In fact, she wasn't in the house. Her clothes were gone from the drying rack, the furniture was re-arranged to its original position, fresh towels were in the bathroom, and our blankets and used towels were in a pile on the floor in the laundry room.

There was a note on the kitchen table. It said,

"I still don't know how to thank you. No one has ever been so good to me. I had to leave. Maybe I'll see you around. Trust me, it's better this way. I'm sorry."

There was no signature. There was simply a sketch of a pair of lips puckered into a kiss, enclosed in a heart.

What the fuck?

I didn't even know her name. She didn't know mine. I guess she wanted to remain anonymous. All right, I hadn't expected that, but, well, okay. That was fun. What a strange weekend!

By Monday, the roads were well-cleared, although there were snow piles everywhere. It wasn't hard to drive to work. On my way home, I saw her. I slowed down and waved, and she gave me a little wave and a grin, and kept on walking. Her behavior was just like it had been before it snowed.

Nothing more happened between us. I saw her every day, but we never had any more contact. It had all been a crazy weekend that started with a crisis and ended with great, anonymous sex. In other words, passion between strangers.

As the weather got warmer, she returned to her t-shirts and blue jeans. I spent a lot of time thinking about how great the ass those jeans covered had felt, and how well she used every part of her body. In the fall, her bulkier clothes hid those treasures from view.

It's winter now. The road crews are at it again. They did nothing to maintain the roads all summer, so now they're making a mess preparing for winter. Again, the traffic is stop-and-go. Tonight, it's especially bad. My walking girl has passed me several times as I sit here and fume.

I stopped at the intersection where I turn into my road and I saw her again. She motioned for me to roll my window down, and I did.

"They're predicting snow tomorrow. I bet I'll get tired of walking in the cold. Do you have plenty of firewood?" she asked.

Then she licked her lips, winked, and kept on walking, with a bit more swing in her ass.



Walking Home



It's late and totally dark. I'm holding onto your arm as we walk home. I've had that nice amount to drink; a little fuzzy but I still know what I'm doing. We're laughing, talking about God knows what. Half way home and we get to the little short cut through the woods. You grab my hand and pull me down the path. We don't usually use the short cut at this time of night, but it's ok, I'm safe with you.

We walk quickly; you've still got tight hold of my hand. I have to jog to keep up with your long strides. Then you push me off the path towards a bench. One hand still grips mine, the other grabs my hair at the back of my neck. Reaching the bench you keep pushing, scraping my knees against the rough wood. The force of your hand on my neck bends my body forwards. I haven't screamed. I'm barely remembering to breathe. 

You lean over me, whisper in my ear; "Stay there bitch". Even if you didn't say it I don't think I'd be able to move right now. I stay frozen as you take my scarf from round my neck. You pull it in front of me and tie it around my wrists, binding them to the bench. "Kneel on the bench". I do as you order. I'm scared of you right now; dripping wet, but scared. 

It's only now I realise that you've planned this. You pull two lengths of cord from your jacket pocket. Each wraps tightly around one ankle and the bench; I can't move. You complete your preparations: pushing up my skirt around my waist, ripping off my underwear, shoving it in my mouth to gag me. I try to catch your eye but you're not even looking at me. You move behind me, I can't even see you now. I close my eyes, try to breathe deeply. However turned on I am being under your total control, bound and gagged, unable to stop you from doing whatever you like, knowing more than anyone else the danger of your mind, my mind is thinking only of the outside dangers; being seen, being caught. The way you've tied me I'm completely exposed to anyone who might pass by, half naked, my legs spread. I've never felt so vulnerable; and yet I've never felt so hot in my life. 

I shudder as you softly bring your fingers to my pussy. You laugh as they sink easily inside me. I know what you're thinking: what will it take? How far can you push me before I break? 

As quickly as they entered, you remove your fingers. I'm almost disappointed. Seconds later however you plunge your cock mercilessly into me. I moan into my gag. You continue relentlessly. One hand grips tightly onto my hip, driving you further, deeper inside me, the other wraps around a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. Every inch of my body screams in protest at my position except deep in my cunt, where every thrust you make shoots pleasure through me.

I'm practically fainting with pleasure by the time you cum. You pull back from me, slapping my ass hard. You walk a few yards off. Your cum drips slowly down my thighs.

A few minutes pass and I can feel you watching me. Surely you're going to let me go now, before someone does happen to use this path. I know the thought thrills me but I really don't know what I'd do if someone saw me like this. 

You come over to me and begin to untie my ankles. You stop suddenly. I freeze too. I hear laughing, shouting and footsteps coming nearer. They can't see us yet but any second now they will. 

They stand in shocked silence. You step back from me. I can't see them but they can certainly see me. Humiliation washes over me. 

Then the laughter and the shouted crude comments begin. They're drunk. There must be about five of them. 

"Alright guys? Fancy a bit?" My whole body tenses. That's your voice. No way. I know you know it's my fantasy but no, you wouldn't, not really.

Yes.

They're a little hesitant at first, even in their drunken state. But you encourage them. The way you talk about me is horrible. You persuade them easily. Then you move away, get a good vantage point. Get comfortable to watch me suffer. Intrigued to know what they will do to me. 

In spite of my objections to this sudden turn of events I'm intrigued too. Scared of what a stranger could do to me in such a vulnerable position, but wondering, wanting to know. I can hear them behind me, trying to make each other go first. They're telling each what to do. It's almost frustrating waiting for them. Then one loses patience, "Fuck it, I'll show you how it's done you fucking pussies". I breathe hard. He slaps my ass hard. "Alright bitch". He grabs my hips and thrusts his cock inside me. It's easy. Now I know why he's the big mouthed leader of the group; making up for what he lacks. He fucks me hard, clearly enjoying himself. Occasionally he slaps my ass. Soon enough he's done. 

But before he's even moved away one of his friends has moved in front of me. "Nah mate, too easy, you got her like this you need to make the most of it". He grabs my hair and my head, forcing my mouth down on his cock. I gag. I'm not used to taking so much. This only pleases him though. "Suck it hard now, you love it you fucking slut". He fucks my mouth, driving his cock down my throat. I'm struggling to breathe, gagging every time he reaches deep. 

Soon I can't even think about it though. I'm feeling light-headed from the lack of air. And another of them has decided to fuck me now. He has a bigger cock and I'm not expecting him so it isn't so easy now. My body is aching from being tied like this for so long, I feel like my jaw is going to break. I don't know how much longer I can take it, but he comes then, filling my mouth. At the same time his friend comes too. As they withdraw I relax slightly, look over at you. I'm pleading with you. I don't know how much more I'll be able to take. This isn't fair. You smile slightly. 

My eyes close and my body jolts. There are new hands on my body again; a new cock pushing into my tired cunt. He's big this guy. He forces my body to stretch around him. It hurts this time. But he doesn't mind that. If he even realises. He pounds into me regardless. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. I can hear his groans of enjoyment, and yet all I can feel is him tearing my delicate flesh. My mind floats away and the laughing voices fade into the background. It won't be much longer. 

I'm right. It's not long before he moves away satisfied. Just one more I tell myself. Then please God they'll go and you'll free me. There's just one more. I let myself float, hoping it will numb the pain, willing time to go faster. 

The last guy isn't going to let me off so easy though. "Guys, you've totally missed the point. What a fucking opportunity!" With that he forces himself deep into my ass in one quick thrust. My scream is audible even through my gag. I've never felt anything like it. It feels like he's completely ripped me apart. He's happy though. "Oh God that ass is tight. Fuck yeah." The tears are streaming down my face now. My body lies limply over the bench. I'm completely finished. All I can think of is the pain of this big, strange cock deep in my ass. He thrusts without mercy, no thought for me at all. At least the new experience makes him cum quickly. 

And when he does, you come over. "That's your lot guys." They leave, laughing, talking loudly. You untie me, pull me off the bench, and take my gag from me. It's time to go home.



Walking Home



I have a lovely mental image of you and me at the local park. We're walking home together, stopping to chat and flirt constantly. It's late and dark but there's enough moonlight that you can't help gazing at my cleavage -- hell, you've been subtly doing so for hours already. You also can't help but notice the way my flimsy shirt barely rests on my shoulders, it looks like the slightest movement will cause it to fall from my shoulders and expose my breasts completely -- which is in fact the truth.

You've been fantasizing all night about slipping my shirt from my shoulders and now I'm standing there, half naked in the moonlight. You can't help yourself, first your fingers and then your lips trace their way over my breasts. You gently roll my nipples between your fingers, which makes me moan softly, your touch causing a sudden surge of heat between my legs.

I can feel how turned on you are as I pull you close and my fingers frantically try to manipulate the button of your jeans. I just have to get my hands on you, it's all I've been thinking about all night. You weren't aware but I've been watching you for hours, admiring your powerful body, imagining you naked and writhing under the influence of my tongue. I slip my hands inside your jeans eagerly feeling for that rock hard cock. Mmmmmmm, you feel so good as I trace my fingers over your length and gently circle your head. Your tongue is playing with my nipples -- making them even harder as I press myself into you and playfully squeeze your cock.

I free your cock from your jeans and we both sink to the ground exploring each other with hands and mouth, hungrily. I'm so wet already and I'm sure you must be able to smell my musky, sexy scent.

Your hand leaves my breast and starts tracing its way down my body, causing me to moan and shiver with anticipation. You run your hand up my thigh and I can feel your surprise to find that I'm not wearing anything under my skirt as your fingers lightly brush against my very wet pussy.

I shudder at your touch -- so fleeting, so tantalising. I want so much more, it's almost unbearable. I undo your shirt, pressing my breasts against your bare skin, loving the warmth where we are touching and the strong contrast with the cool night air. My hands explore your chest and stomach while I trail kisses along your neck, deliberately and slowly, heading seductively lower, tasting every inch of you, playing with your nipples, teasing you, lightly dragging my nails over your skin. I love the little gasps and delighted moans from you as I kiss lower and lower, my hair sensuously skimming across your chest and stomach. You can't wait for my soft, warm lips to reach your cock which is so hard and aching for some attention. I can feel your pulse racing with anticipation.

Your tongue plays with my nipples. I sigh as you expertly lick, nibble and suck each in turn, making them stand out prominently from my large, round breasts. You love the way my hard pink buds and pale creamy skin look in the soft light of the moon. Your hand moves back to my hot, wet pussy and I gasp in surprise and pleasure as you slip a finger inside me. You bring your wet fingers up to your mouth and suck them greedily. I shudder both from the sudden withdrawal of your hand, which I'm desperate for more of, and from the erotic sight of you savouring my taste with such a sexy, knowing smile.

My hand strokes lower and lower across your stomach and brushes tantalisingly across your cock. I am kneeling beside you now, legs slightly parted as you lie on your back in the grass. I love the sight of you, so exposed in front of me and bathed in the moonlight -- mmmmmmm, you look delicious and I have to taste you right now. I flick my tongue quickly over your head enjoying your quiet gasp and feeling you holding your breathe with anticipation. I tease you with a few more quick, fleeting, barely-there licks across your head before taking you in my warm, wet mouth. Your cock feels amazing in my mouth and the ragged way you exhale sends another wave of excitement straight to my pussy. I swirl my tongue around your sensitive ridge making you moan louder, and trail my fingers along your inner thigh and gently play with your balls as I suck noisily on your head. 

I slip my hand between my thighs and coat my fingers in the sexy, slick moisture there, shuddering briefly at my own touch before coating your shaft with my wetness in firm, sensuous strokes. My tongue is licking you forcefully now from base to tip and back, tasting myself on you then continuing to smear drops of your precum all over your head. You've been somewhat aroused all night and now this exquisite and unexpected attention is rapidly driving you to a desperately needed release. You prop yourself up slightly to get a better view and I watch your sexy smiling face for as long as I can while I take your entire length into my mouth. My satisfied moans send shockwaves through your cock and into your belly and you feel the urgent need to thrust your hips into me. I can feel your breathing change and your whole body start to tense as I find a rhythm and pace you love.

Groaning, you firmly push me off you and onto my back in the cool grass as you sit up. There's a sense of raw animal heat about you now as you bend down and suck and lick my nipples forcefully, flicking your tongue rapidly over them as I writhe beneath you. Your hand caresses my skin as it traces its way quickly back to my now throbbing cunt.

I arch my hips toward you as you plunge two fingers into me, your thumb finding my clit and driving me crazy. I have my eyes closed now as I fight to keep my moans quiet -- after all, it is a fairly public spot and the neighbours aren't that far away. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, I lose control though as I feel your warm breath on my pussy and a second later I feel your tongue explore my pussy lips and swirl erotically around my clit. I am in heaven, your fingers thrusting into me while your mouth hungrily explores my pussy. 

Oh god! My breathing is rapid and shallow now, panting and moaning in pure ecstasy as within a few minutes you drive me towards the most intense orgasm I've had in a long time. Oh yes! You're so good, I can barely stop myself from screaming as I cum, moaning so loudly that I'm sure I must have woken some of the neighbours. You move back up to my sensitive nipples as I start to come down a little from that high and I pull your face towards mine so that I can taste myself on your mouth. "Fuck me" I beg wantonly, I need to feel your cock inside me.... "please, ..... please, ....fuck me NOW"

You move above me and suddenly you are inside me... OH GOD! I've needed you like this so badly! You start to fuck me thoroughly and rhythmically, my still contracting pussy grabbing your cock as you pull out, my hips thrusting up eagerly to meet you again as you slam into me. I raise my legs to rest my knees over your shoulders as you continue to drive into me, your face a picture of pure animal lust. I can feel another orgasm building fast as I continue to beg you to fuck me harder and faster. You can feel your balls tightening, that exquisite feeling of tension desperate for release, as you drive your cock into my throbbing pussy. The sound of me cumming hard again excites you even more, driving you to your own earth-shattering orgasm, filling me with your cum as we collapse together panting and smiling, satisfied... for now.



Walking Home From School



One warm afternoon I was walking home from school when a car began driving slowly along next to me. The driver rolled his window down and I smiled as I recognized my neighbor. "Would you like a ride home?" he asked.

"Oh, hi Mr. Davis. Sure, I'd love a ride." 

He stopped his car so I could climb in. Mr. Davis waited patiently until I had my backpack settled down by my feet and I had buckled myself in before he started again.

"Thanks for the ride Mr. Davis."

"No problem, Lydia. So how is school going? It's your senior year, right?" Mr. Davis smiled kindly. He was in his early 30s with chin length black hair. He seemed to always be wearing slacks with square buckled belts and pressed collared shirts.

I nodded and smiled at him as I adjusted my short plaid skirt. It kept riding up my thighs. "One more semester to go and then time for college."

"College, huh? That must make you seventeen or eighteen?"

"I'm eighteen. My birthday was two months ago."

"Eighteen, well that makes you an adult now."

"Yeah I guess so."

"You get to have fun doing adult things." His voice had dropped and he slid his hand onto the seat close to my bare thigh. 

I shrugged my shoulders and shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

"Isn't that right Lydia."

"I guess so Mr. Davis."

"You know I've seen the boys sneaking out of your window at night."

I grew really still in my seat. I was suddenly afraid to move my head and turn and look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said softly.

"Are you sure? If you think I'm mistaken, maybe I should explain it to your father, maybe he'll know what i'm talking about."

I turned towards him and grabbed his hand. "No! No, wait. Yes, there have been boys. Please don't tell my father. Please."

He pulled into the driveway of his house and turned off the engine. "I think we should talk about his Lydia. Why don't you come inside?"

I gathered my things and followed him into his house. 

We sat down on the red couch in his living room. He sat close to me, too close. He put his hand on my thigh.

"Why do I see those boys sneaking out of your room at night, Lydia?"

I looked down at his hand. "They come to see me."

"Now, they don't just 'see' you, do they Lydia? What are you doing with those boys?"

"I have sex with them," I said softly.

His hand slid up my thigh, and I cried out sharply, pushing back against it. He held it in place, but didn't move any higher.

"Tell me what they do to you Lydia, what you do to them." His words were spoken softly, but everything was undercut by a hard urgency that made blood rush to my face. His fingers began to dig into my thigh.

"We kiss, and touch," I stuttered. 

"Touch where? Come on Lydia, don't make me lose my patience, or you'll get to explain everything to your father."

I swallowed. "They touch my breast and my . . . my vagina . . . and I touch their penises."

He shoved his hand between my thighs and rubbed my panties, I tried to clamp my thighs together. He yanked my thighs apart. "This is a pussy Lydia," He rubbed my thick pussy lips through the thin cotton of my panties as I cried out. "This isn't a vagina, Lydia, this is a pussy, and you let all those boys crawl through your window so they could lick, touch and fuck your tight little pussy with their hard cocks, just like I'm going to."

I tried to jump up as Mr. Davis's words washed over me. "No!" I cried out. He yanked me back down onto the couch, pinning me against it with the weight of his body.

One of his hands gripped my chin tightly and the other continued to rub my pussy lips through my panties. I felt them swelling. "Lydia," he hissed. "You either do what I tell you, or we go talk to your father and tell him what a fucking slut you are."

I whimpered but stopped resisting. I didn't have any choice.

He continued to rub my panties and I felt myself growing wet. My nipples hardened and I clamped my eyes shut. He released my chin and begin feeling my round breasts rubbing them, pinching the nipples through my top and bra.

"Unbutton your blouse."

With trembling hands I managed to undo the top three buttons of my blouse before Mr. Davis shoved his hand down my top, yanked my bra up and began mauling my small round breasts, pinching the nipples and tugging on them sharply.

"You have such fat nipples," he whispered thickly.

My cunt was sopping wet. My panties were sticky with my juices but he continued to play with me through the thin cotton.

"Oh, what a little slut, so fucking wet. I knew you needed to be fucked."

I shook my head fiercely,"No, no . . . it's not like that."

He clamped a hand over my mouth to silence me as he pulled my panties to the side and shoved a finger into my slick little hole. I cried out into his fingers as I began to tremble.

"So fucking tight. Those little boys must have small cocks, Lydia. Wait until you feel what I'm going to shove in your slutty little hole."

I tried to close my thighs, but he wrenched them apart. He fumbled with his belt with his other hand, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and fleshy with a fat head which was already leaking precum. It was angry and red, darker than the rest of him and it was the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

Once again I tried to push him off of me, but he held me in place. He yanked my panties down to my ankles and picked me up by my shoulders. He shoved me down against the couch, angling my ass up towards him. He smacked my hips and made my ass jiggle as he rubbed his cock against the sleek pout of my fat cunt lips. 

"So fucking wet, Lydia. God you're such a little slut. You need to be fucked good and hard. Sluts like you need to be taught a lesson early." He lined his head up against the tight opening of my cunt, rubbing the flesh tip against me as I moaned. "You need to learn how to take a fat cock, fucktoy."

He shoved his hips forward and I howled as his thick cock split open my tight little wet hole. Stretching me out over his thick meat as I tried to press down into the couch, attempting to somehow escape the thick thrust of his dick into my slick cunt.

I balled my hands up into fists and my mouth was open wide as I moaned and wailed uselessly. He worked his cock into my little cunt, making me take every inch of his dick. I'd never been so full in my life.

"Too big . .. fuck, no," I whimpered.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down into the couch even further. "Oh, yes, Lydia. I'm just getting fucking started."

He began to plow into me, over and over, sliding the length of his cock out of my cunt and back down into me, pounding my little swollen slit hard. My pussy juice coated his cock and I could hear the slick sounds of his dick pumping in and out of me as he smacked my hip.

His hand slid down and began to worry my swollen clit as I cried out and rocked back against him, swollen hungry cunt stuffed with dick. 

I trembled and shook as he worried my sensitive clit. My body beginning shudder as he increased his speed and ardor hammering into me. His balls slapping against the swollen pout of my cunt as he groaned and grunted, punishing me with his thick cock.

I came. Pleasure crashed over me like waves as I shook and shivered, lost in orgasm as my I cried out incoherently and my cunt clamped down on his dick.

"Take it all little fucking slut," he groaned as he fucked me even harder. His nails digging crescents into my hips. "I'm gonna fill your slutty cunt with cum."

I cried out brokenly.

He shoved himself deeply into me, gripping my waist as I felt him jerk and shudder, his fat cock shooting thick hot cum into my swollen little cunt. 

His breath tumbled out of his mouth and he slowly pulled his dick out of my cunt. 

"Oh, god, slut, look at that little hole drip cum."

He wiped his cock off on my hip and smacked my ass once more.

"What a good slut," he said as he zipped himself back into his pants. "I'll be seeing you again soon."



Walking Horse



In the year 1812 a group of Indians, whilst scouting near a forest found an unconscious black man.

They saw that he was hurt, so they argued for a few moments, and then they decided to take him back to their tribe.

They have now treated the man for four days, and still he has not fully come out of his unconscious state.

But then on the fourth day.

The black man opened his eyes and looked around.

He saw a couple of people sitting around him. He heard that they were talking, but he could not understand what they were saying. The man then noticed that he was in an Indian hut, and that the people around him were Indians.

"Where am I?" The man asked.

They said something to him, but they were talking in a another language, so he couldn't understand them.

He tried some signs, but they couldn't understand him.

But then a woman said.

"Are you ok?" It was a young beautiful Indian woman who asked him in English.

"Yes, just a little headache." The man told her.

The woman then spoke in her own language. She appeared to be translating. Then the older men around him said something to the woman.

"The elders want to know what happened to you, how you hurt yourself, and who you are." The young woman said to the man.

The black man thought about it for a moment. Then he got a blank expression on his face.

"I...I don't know." He told the woman.

"You don't know how you got hurt." The woman asked him.

"I...I don't know my name." He then said.

The woman looked at him and then she spoke to the elders. The woman and the elders talked for a moment.

"You have a nasty bruise and a cut on the back of your head, that might be why you can't remember." The woman told him.

The man felt the back of his head.

"Ah." It did really hurt as he touched the back of his head.

"The elders want to know what the last thing you remember is." The woman said to him.

The man shook his head.

"I don't know... all I can remember is waking up here." The man told her.

She then spoke with the elders.

"The elders say that it might be best if you stay here with us until you can remember." The woman told him.

The man looked around at the men around him and nodded his head.

"Thank you." He then said.

The elders then left the hut.

"I am to guide you around our camp when you are feeling better." The woman told him.

She then stood up.

"You have food there if you get hungry." The woman then told him.

"Thank you." He told her.

"I will come back later." She told him, and then she left.

He looked around some more in the hut and then he took something to eat. A few moments later he went back to sleep.

A few hours later he woke up again. He felt a lot better, so he thought that he would go outside.

He had some sort of quilt over him, and as he removed the quilt, he noticed that he was only wearing some sort of underwear.

He didn't think that it was his own. He then looked around for some clothes. But all he could find was some Indian clothes.

So he got up and got dressed in the Indian outfit. It was some sort of brown leather outfit.

Then as he was fully dressed, he went up to the opening of the hut he was in. He then stepped outside.

The bright sun caught him by surprise, and he had to cover his eyes for a few minutes.

Then as he looked around, he saw a lot of Indians walking past him. He also saw a lot of huts.

The Indians that walked past him looked a bit strangely at him.

Then two male Indians came up to him and started talking to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand what you are saying." The black man told them.

"Are you the dark skinned man that the warriors found in the forest?" One of them asked.

"I guess." He told them.

"Where do you come from?" The other one asked him.

"I can't remember." He told them.

They looked at him a bit funny.

Then the young woman from before came up to him. She said something to the males and then they left.

"I'm sorry about that, they're just a bit curious about you." She told him.

"That's ok." He told her.

"It's just that no one here has ever seen a man with dark skin like you before." She then told him.

"Oh." He said.

The woman then gave him a little smile.

"By the way, are you feeling better now?" She asked him.

"Yes much better, thank you." He told her.

"Where am I exactly?" He then asked the woman.

"You're in our camp, we are the Peak tribe." The woman told him.

"And what is your name." He then asked the woman.

"I am called Dancing Flower in your language." She told him.

"That is a nice name." He then told her and gave her a little smile.

She smiled back.

"I'm sorry that I can't tell you my name." He told her.

"Well that is ok." Dancing Flower said.

"The women that took care of you actually gave you an Indian name." She told him.

"Really, what is it?" He asked her.

"Walking Horse." She told him.

"Walking Horse... how did they come up with that?" He asked her.

"Well..." She giggled a bit.

"What?" He asked her.

"Well the women that took care of you also had to bath you, and they noticed that your... thing was like a horse's." She told him.

"My thing." He said a bit confused.

Dancing Flower looked down at him, as if she was pointing to an area of his body.

He looked down.

"Oh...Ohh, I see." The man said as he realized that she was talking about his penis.

"Well I guess you could call me Walking Horse then, until I remember my own that is." He then told her.

She nodded and smiled.

Then they began to walk around the camp as Dancing Flower showed him around.

"Can I ask you why your name is Dancing Flower?" He then asked the woman.

"It is because I was born in a field of flowers, and as my mother held me up a wind came by and made the flowers dance." She told him.

"Wow." He said.

She smiled at him.

"And can I ask you when this happened." He then asked her.

"You mean when I was born." She asked.

"Yes." He said.

"I was born 20 summers ago." She told him.

"So you are twenty years old." He said.

She nodded.

"By the way, how come you speak English?" He then asked.

"Well some time ago, there were these white men that came to us, I think you call them priests. They were with us for over four years and tried to make us worship the white man's gods. And whilst they were here, many of us also learnt your language." Dancing Flower told him.

Then as they were walking, another woman came up to them.

"So this is the dark skinned man." Said the woman.

"Yes." Said Dancing Flower.

"Although you have dark skin, you do look quite nice." The woman then said.

"Thanks I guess." He said.

"I'm Sparkling Eyes." The woman then introduced herself.

Sparkling Eyes were a beautiful woman as well, although she looked a few years older than Dancing Flower.

Dancing Flower looked to be a little annoyed by Sparkling Eyes.

"We really should be going, I have a lot more to show Walking Horse." Dancing Flower told Sparkling Eyes.

"Yes, I've heard why you got that name." Sparkling Eyes said with a smile on her face.

"Well If you ever want to have some...fun, you come to me." Sparkling Eyes told him.

Dancing Flower then took a hold of Walking Horse and guided him away from Sparkling Eyes.

"You shouldn't talk to her, she is not nice." Dancing Flower told him.

"She seemed nice to me." He told her.

"Well..." She said looking annoyed.

Then a few hours later, night came. And the man who was now called Walking Horse went back to his hut.

Months past and Walking Horse had now been in the Peak camp for more than four months, and during that time he had learnt from the warriors in the tribe how to hunt and how to do battle.

And one time as he had been out hunting, he had even saved the life of Falcon from a raging buffalo.

Falcon who was one of the most respected warriors in the tribe, made Walking Horse his blood brother, something that had never before been done with an outsider.

But even though he had gained all of this respect from the tribe, he still couldn't remember who he was.

But also during these months, Walking Horse and Dancing Flower had grown closer and closer. Everyone in the tribe could see that Dancing Flower had a place in her heart for Walking Horse.

One day Walking Horse came back to the camp, he had been out with a hunting party, and they had brought back more meat than they had ever done before.

The chiefs of the tribe called for a feast in the hunters names, that would be held later that night.

"It was a glorious hunt." Falcon said to Walking Horse.

"Yes it was." Walking Horse said.

As they were talking, a group of women along with Dancing Flower walked past them. 

Dancing Flower smiled at Walking Horse.

"Dancing Flower is a fine woman." Falcon said to Walking Horse.

"Yes she is." Walking Horse said back.

"You should take her as your woman." Falcon told Walking Horse.

"Well... I don't know if she likes me in that way." Walking Horse said.

"You don't, believe me, the whole tribe knows that she ¨likes you in that way¨." Falcon told him.

"We'll see." Walking Horse said.

"Bah, you need a good woman like her." Falcon told him.

"Well I need a swim." Walking Horse then said to avoid the subject.

Due to his memory loss, he couldn't remember if he had been with a woman before, and this was making him nervous.

A few moments later he was down at the river.

"I really could use a swim." He told himself.

He looked around to see if he was alone, he was.

Then he removed his clothes and jumped into the river.

The water was nice and warm.

As he had been in the water for a little while, he heard a large splash in the water. 

He turned around, and then a second later a woman came up to the surface a few yards away from him.

It was Sparkling Eyes, and she was completely naked. They were both in shallow waters, so she began to walk towards him.

He could see her busty chest. As he continued to watch her walk towards him and the sway of her large breasts, he could feel his manhood rising to attention.

"Mmm, would you look at that." Sparkling Eyes said as she came up to him and saw his huge stiff cock.

"It looks like you really like what you see." She told him.

"I...I..." He didn't know what to say.

Sparkling Eyes then took a hold of one of his big black hands, and then placed it up against her breast.

Walking Horse could feel the soft skin of her big breast.

"Squeeze it." She then told him.

Walking Horse then slowly began to squeeze her soft tits.

"Mmm that's nice." She moaned a little.

At the same time she reached down and laid her fingers around his huge erection.

"It sure is big." She moaned as she began to stroke him.

A moment later Sparkling Eyes leaned over and gave Walking Horse and big long kiss. As he relaxed some more, he began to kiss her back. Their tongues mixed their saliva with each others.

"Come with me." Sparkling Eyes then said.

She still had her hand on his black cock as she guided him up onto the shore.

Then she laid down on the grass.

"Come here you big hunter." She said.

He looked down at her naked body and her spread legs. Walking Horse then slowly got down in between her legs.

"Now take me." She moaned.

Walking Horse then grabbed his cock and guided it up to her awaiting pussy. Then as he was a little over anxious, he just shoved in his entire length.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh." Sparkling Eyes screamed out as her pussy was stretched out.

"Ohhh my yesssss." She then began to moan as he started to move his cock in and out of her.

"Ah...ah...ah...ahh." They both moaned as he then slowly picked up the pace.

As he was sliding in and out of her, he leaned down and sucked on her hard nipples.

"Mmm." She moaned loudly.

"Oh big, you're soo biggg." She then continued to moan.

He had now really picked up his pace and he was now pounding her hard.

"Oh yesss, oh yessss." Sparkling Eyes then began to shiver.

She had an enormous orgasm.

"Ahhh." Walking Horse then started to grunt heavier and heavier.

Sparkling Eyes knew that he was getting close, and that she didn't want to have a baby. So she leaned up and grabbed his cock.

"Pull it out for me." She said to him.

Walking Horse then pulled out his stiff cock.

Sparkling Eyes then began to stroke his cock over her busty chest.

"Ahhhh." Walking Horse was getting closer and closer to flooding her with his cum.

"Yeahhh." And just has he started cumming another woman saw this.

It was Dancing Flower, she had been out walking. She hid behind a bush, as she witnessed Walking Horse spurting his load all over Sparkling Eye's breasts.

"Mmm, that's good." Sparkling Eyes moaned as Walking Horse shot stream after stream of hot cum.

A few seconds later Walking Horse eased down.

"You completely drenched my breasts." She told him.

Walking Horse smiled.

"I need another bath." She then smiled at him.

"I guess so." He said.

Then a bit away from them in the bush, Dancing Flower almost got a tear in her eye. She then ran away from there back to the camp.

Later that night at the hunting feast, Walking Horse, Falcon and the other hunters were celebrated for their large catch.

"Falcon, have you seen Dancing Flower around here." Walking Horse asked.

"I thought I saw her over at her hut." He told Walking Horse.

"Have you thought about what I said about her and you?" Falcon then asked.

"Yes, and I think you are right." Walking Horse then said.

Walking Horse had received a lot of confidence concerning women from his experience with Sparkling Eyes.

So he then left the feast and went over to Dancing Flowers hut. As he got there he saw her outside of her hut.

"Dancing Flower." He called out for her.

But as she heard him she turned and went back into her hut.

Walking Horse wondered if she hadn't heard him.

So he went over and then he went into her hut.

When he came inside, he saw her sitting there alone with her face turned away from him. As he got closer to her, he saw that she had a tear coming from her eyes.

"What's wrong Dancing Flower?" He then asked concerned.

"Nothing." She told him.

"But I can see that something is wrong, why are you crying." He then asked her.

"I thought that you liked me." She then told him.

"What do you mean, I do like you. I like you a great deal." He then told her.

"Then why would you do such a thing with Sparkling Eyes. Don't you find me as appealing as her?" She then said.

"Oh that, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. And I do find you much more appealing than her." Walking Horse then told her.

"You do?" She then said after calming down a little.

"Yes I do." He told her.

She then turned and faced him.

"Well, then prove it to me." She told him.

"How?" He asked.

"I saw what you did with her. I want to be the one to have your juices on my chest, and not her." Dancing Flower told him.

"What?" Walking Horse said a little confused. 

"You heard me." She said.

"Well that was just..." Walking Horse tried to explain.

"So then you don't like me." Dancing Flower then turned away again.

"That's not true, I do like you very much." Walking Horse then went over to her.

"Ok." He then said looking at her.

She turned and got a smile on her face.

Dancing Flower then slowly began to undo the top of her clothes.

Walking Horse watched as she removed it and exposed her small but perky breasts. He gave her a smile and she smiled back at him. She then slowly looked up at him and then at the bulge that had formed in his pants.

Walking Horse knew what she wanted, so he then slowly pulled his pants.

Dancing Flower smiled up at Walking Horse as she saw his rock hard 12 inch black cock. 

He looked down at her.

Dancing flower then remembered what she had seen Sparkling Eyes do before. So she reached up and laid her fingers around his thick pulsating cock.

She then slowly began to pull it. Dancing Flower looked up at Walking Horse and saw that this was giving him a lot of pleasure.

She was so happy that she could pleasure him like Sparkling Eyes had done.

"Ahh." Walking Horse started to grunt.

Soon she saw that something began to leak out from the tip of his cock, and so she took his cockhead and smeared his precum over her soft breasts.

"Ahhh." He then grunted even more.

Dancing Flower had such incredible hands that Walking Horse couldn't hold out any longer.

"Ahhhhh." He grunted heavy as he came.

His first stream of cum hit Dancing Flower by surprise. But then she quickly held his cock up to her breasts, and continued to stroke and watch as he spurted his load all over her chest.

She felt his hot and gooey sperm on her breasts as he then started to slow down. Then as the last drop came out from the tip of his cock, she took his cockhead and smeared his cum all over her breasts.

"Ahh, that was great." Walking Horse told her breathing heavy.

She smiled at him.

"I will wear this all night." Dancing Flower then told him as she then put her top back on.

A few moments later they both went out and joined in the celebrations.

Then an early morning two days later, Walking Horse and Falcon was out scouting.

"We can't go any further now, this is the white man's land." Falcon then told Walking Horse.

But as they were turning around, they saw three men on horses coming towards them at high speeds.

Walking Horse and Falcon began to ride away from there, but then they heard a loud bang. And as Walking Horse looked over at Falcon, he saw Falcon falling off of his horse.

Walking Horse then stopped and jumped off of his horse and ran over to Falcon.

Falcon had been hit in the leg.

"Get out of here, you can't save us both." Falcon told Walking Horse.

"No, I can't leave you here." He told Falcon.

But then it was too late.

The three horsemen were already at them.

"I thought it was you slave, playing Indians are we." The man in the middle said to Walking Horse.

"What?" Walking Horse then said as he looked up at the horseman.

And as he saw the white man on the horse, it all came back to him. Walking Horse remembered who he was.

He had been a slave on a ranch not far from here.

"Mr. Thomas will be glad that we found you boy." The man in the middle said.

Mr. Thomas was the rancher that had "owned" him.

The man on the horse was Sanders, he was the man who was in charge of the slaves on the ranch.

"I'm not a slave anymore." Walking Horse told Sanders.

"The hell you're not, you will come back with us peacefully or we will drag you back." Sanders told him.

Then as one of the other men reached and pulled up his gun, Walking Horse quickly got his knife and threw it at the man.

It hit him hard and he fell from his horse.

"What the hell." Sanders yelled.

Sanders and the other man then reached for their guns.

Walking Horse then ran over to the other man and pushed him off of his horse. They struggled and then a shot went off. It had hit the white man.

"Don't move." Sanders then told Walking Horse as he had his gun pointed at his back.

"You're going to be hung for this." Sanders told him.

"Thump." 

There was a noise and then Sanders screamed.

Walking Horse turned around and saw that Falcon had shot an arrow that had hit Sanders arm.

Walking Horse then picked up Sanders gun and pointed it at him.

"No, please don't kill me." Sanders then pleaded.

"Why should I let you live." Walking Horse said.

"If you let me live, I will ride back and tell Mr. Thomas that we killed you. That will make him call off the search for you." Sanders told him.

"Why should I trust you?" Walking Horse asked.

"You have my word." Sanders told him.

Walking Horse knew that even though Sanders were an awful man, he was a man of his word.




Walking Horse



He thought about it for awhile.

"Ok, I will let you live." Walking Horse then told him.

Sanders then got back up on his horse and rode away. Sanders did keep his word, and Mr. Thomas called of the search.

"Now we have to get you back to camp." Walking Horse said to Falcon.

And as they rode back to the camp, Walking Horse made Falcon promise not to tell anyone about him being a slave before.

A couple of weeks later Falcon was fully recovered.

Then a few days later.

"I now join you two as man and woman, to be as one." The chiefs of the tribe pronounced Walking Horse and Dancing Flower, husband and wife.

And later that night in their newly built hut.

"Ohh yessss, yessssss." Dancing Flower moaned loudly as she moved up and down on top of Walking Horse.

"Ahh." Walking Horse grunted as Dancing Flower rode him.

He had reached up and was cupping her soft breasts.

"Ohh yessss." She moaned.

She felt as his fat black cock went in and out of her.

"Oh you're soooo biggggg." She moaned out.

She then leaned down and they tongue kissed long and deeply.

"Ohhhhhhhhh." Dancing Flower then pushed back as she felt her first orgasm.

"Ahhhh yess." And at the same time Walking Horse unloaded his balls deep inside of her tight pussy.

Dancing Flower shivered from her orgasm and from feeling him flooding her insides.

They then slowly sunk down into each others arms.

"I love you." Dancing Flower said to her man.

"I love you too." Walking Horse told her.

Over the past several years, Walking Horse and Dancing Flower had three strong children, who grew up to be great warriors. Walking Horse even became the first outsider to become a chief in the Peak tribe.

THE END.



Walking In



It was the holidays and my recently married friends Matt and Diana were flying into the east coast for a week. I was looking forward to hanging out with them because it's been a long time since the three of us have done so. Plus I wanted my girlfriend Jenn to get to know them better.

The first weekend however, Diana had planned on spending with our friend Leslie, just the two of them. So Friday night, I found myself at the bar with Matt. Jenn came by after work and started drinking with us. After a short time, we were having a blast together, laughing and sharing stories. Somehow, the topic got onto funny sex anecdotes and Jenn and I had a couple good ones to share. We soon found out that Matt had a few also, which quickly got Jenn and I excited as we have fantasized about our friends quite often. The more stories we swapped the more animated Jenn became, touching Matt lightly and playing with him. Matt even demonstrated a few scenes on Jenn briefly. I soon had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and try and piss away my hard on.

When I returned Matt and Jenn were sitting very close together and talking quietly. When Jenn went to the bathroom, Matt complimented me on her and our relationship. He thought it was very exciting to swing like we did and have an open relationship. I told him it was exciting but frustrating sometimes as it was difficult to find willing playmates. I accidentally let it slip how this dilemma leads us to fantasizing about our friends and sometimes those even closer to us when we get kinkier. Matt bluntly asked me if we ever fantasize about him and his wife and I gave him the honest answer that we yell their names when we are fucking sometimes. Matt was speechless at first, but then just smiled and we went back to hanging out.

Jenn returned from the bathroom and said she wanted to go back to our house by the beach to smoke pot. So I paid the bill and we were off. When we got home, Jenn packed the bowl and we passed it around a few times, soon feeling no pain. I went to the fridge to get us some cold beers but soon returned very disappointed. We were out of beer so I volunteered to run to the store and get some. I bundled up and headed out.

I was out for about 30 minutes finding beer and running a few other errands. I pulled back into the driveway and retrieved my goodies from the trunk. When I opened the front door and entered the living room, my mouth fell open and I almost dropped the beer. Jenn and Matt were furiously making out on the couch with their hands all over each other. I looked closer and saw Matt's cock sticking out of his fly with Jenn's hand slowly stroking it. I was pleasantly surprised to see the monster she discovered. My friend's cock was a good 9 inches and throbbing. It was as thick as Jenn's wrist and I could also see a hint of his heavy balls protruding slightly. Needless to say, I was anxious to see more.

I made my way to the kitchen to drop off the beer, when I heard Jenn starting to moan. I grabbed a few beers and went into the living room. Jenn was now propped up on all fours, her beautiful ass in full view. Jenn was bobbing her head down and deeply taking my married friend's cock in her throat. Matt was playing with Jenn's soaking wet pussy. I haven't seen Jenn that wet in a long time and now my cock was starting to swell in my pants. I have been fantasizing about walking in on her being bad with one of my friends. Now it is finally happening and I want to cum in my pants

Jenn got off the couch and got on her knees. My cock swelled to its max as I thought it was my turn for her hot long tongue. She didn't even look in my direction which drove me crazier with lust, as our friend was getting a lot of my girlfriend's attention. 

She took off his pants and shirt. His huge dick was everything that she had been dreaming of and she continued her game of teasing it. She licked all around his wanting balls and shaft making her way to sucking down on his cock lubing it up with her saliva, to slowly stroke it at the same time. 

I was so aroused at this point, that I secretly started to stoke myself and took out my cock to relieve some tension. Matt got a little kinky, and grabbed my girl's pony tail and used her mouth like it was his wife's pussy. She took as much as she could in her throat and I was amazed to see this over and over again. Jenn pushed her self off of his member and crawled across the floor in my direction. My dick was seeping pre-cum wanting that used up mouth. She knew exactly how to please me and started on my cock by licking the tip sucking up as much pre cum possible. 

As Jenn started on stroking me and sucking my dick at a faster pace, she let out a loud moan. Matt crept up behind her fingering her dripping pussy. I could tell that she wanted another man inside her, so I started to fuck her mouth harder in anticipation. Matt asked me where the condoms were, and Jenn glanced up at me with a cock in her mouth. She said to me, "please let him fuck me bare. I want to feel his big cock deep inside me. Besides he's married and safe." I didn't have any hesitation as I was so into being pleased. 

Matt was teasing her pussy with his huge hard on, and slowly made his way in her dripping wet cunt. Jenn let out a long, satisfied moan and briefly took her mouth off my cock. "Oh my god, I've been waiting for this," Jenn said. She turned and looked in my eyes as she stroked my cock. "I loved that big dick in my mouth Tim. He's stretching my pussy out so wide." She then lowered her head back to my cock, rocking back and forth as she was getting railed from behind.

Her moans felt so good vibrating on my cock, but she eventually stopped and leaned forward to remove Matt. "My knees are hurting. I want a bed." With that, Jenn stood up and grabbed Matt's hard on. She led him up the stairs to our bedroom. I sat on the couch to rest and finished my beer.

I was watching TV on low, drinking my nice cold beer. I was listening for hot sex sounds from our bedroom. Instead, I only heard soft talking that I couldn't make out. This sparked my interest as what was going on upstairs behind my back. I got up from the couch and made my way to the stairs to listen in. I heard Jenn giggling. I wanted to see the show. I crept up the stairs and heard our bed making noise. All I can think about was my little slut getting pounded on our bed. I went up to the bedroom and the door is ajar. I peered in and it was really bright in our room. The aroma of sex was making my dick hard again. I walked into the room and said in excitement "What's going on in here!"

The camera was pointed towards our bed where Jenn was butt naked with my best friend. Matt was lying on his back with his big dick pointed to the sky. Jenn was on top of him in a 69 position, feverishly stroking his hard on while moaning. "Oh yeah, Matt your tongue is so good on my clit. You like my cum in your mouth?" Matt's guttural moan was enough to make my girlfriend jump from the vibrations on her clit. "Does your wife's pussy taste as good as mine?" Matt responded with the same moans.

I quickly picked up the camera to get some close-ups of Jenn lowering her mouth back on that throbbing monster. They were pleasuring each other with their mouths for a good ten minutes when Matt layed his head down because of the pleasure. "Oh my god Jenn, your mouth feels amazing." Jenn pivoted around to lay her body between Matt's legs and concentrate on getting his big cock down her throat. She pulled it out of her mouth and started licking the shaft down to his heavy bulls. Jenn loved having a nice set of smooth balls in her mouth and she coated them with her saliva. As she was stroking Matt's cock, she worked her tongue lower and lower until she began to rim him. Matt instinctively lifted his legs as my girlfriend buried her face and her tongue deep into his ass. "Oh god, you're going to make me cum," Matt groaned. Not wanting to waste a drop, Jenn went back up to his cock and shoved it down her throat. She began a furious pace of head bobbing and stroking with her hand. Matt was moaning with his hips, thrusting off the bed and I was there to catch it all on tape. Jenn's other hand was rubbing Matt's soaked balls when she dragged her finger down to his asshole. While his cock was chocking her down her throat, Jenn eased her middle finger into Matt's asshole. He let out a scream and Jenn moaned around his cockhead. I could see her throat muscles working as she was swallowing my best friend's cum. My boxers were now soaked with my pre-cum.

Matt's face was flush from cumming so hard in my beautiful girlfriend's mouth. She looked up at me and said in a mumble, "Want to taste?" I looked at Matt and gave him the camera, Jenn stood there with a mouth full of cum and I made out with her. Her lips were so swollen from that big cock as we were sharing his cum together. I unbuttoned my pants to let out my throbbing hard on. Jenn grabbed a hold of my cock like she owned it. 

Matt was still on the bed filming us. It was so erotic being taped, that I just wanted to give Jenn more cum. As the camera was rolling, I spread her legs wide open and licked her fucked out pussy. I could tell she wanted to cum again, as her clit was swelled. I licked her dripping wet cunt adding my saliva to make her even more slippery. I pointed my rock hard cock toward her pussy as Matt took another angle with the camera. He was standing right next to me as I pushed my cock into her. Jenn screamed so loud as she instantly creamed all over me. Then she yelled out in the heat of passion, "I want to taste myself on your dick!" I pulled out and got on top of her titties as she pressed them together on my cock. I thrust hard into her tits, as she licked the head of my cock to taste herself. She spit on my cock to keep it nice and lubed up. I slid back down her and flipped her on her stomach.

Matt was getting ready to perform again, and filming us going at it. I whispered in her ear, " Do you want 2 cocks in you at the same time? Do you want me to lube up your ass baby?" Jenn let out a loud moan in excitement for another fantasy of hers, to be double penetrated. I reached over to the night stand and took out our favorite lube along with her purple vibrator. I put it on her clit, as I lubed up my wanting cock. I stuck my finger in her ass to stretch her out. She took it so good. 

Matt jumped on the bed and pointed the camera at her face as my cock slid in her ass. Her vibrator was on high, which I also felt on my balls. The sensation made me want to cum, but I held back hoping to make her fantasy cum true.

I began sliding my hard cock deep inside Jenn's ass. I was pumping her full of dick with Matt filming her face as she took it. When I got a good rhythm going, Matt set the camera down and began making out with my girlfriend. After a short time, he slid on his back underneath Jenn. Eventually, he began to lick her clit and suck her cum out of her as I was pumping her ass. My balls began to slap my friend's nose as I was fucking my girlfriend's ass. Between Matt's tongue and my dick, Jenn exploded. "Oh yeah baby, lick Timmy's balls," Jenn yelled out as she was cumming in his mouth. My girlfriend exploded on my friend's face as I felt a wet tongue and hot mouth on my balls. It was enough to send me over the edge as I pulled out of Jenn's ass and erupted in between her ass cheeks. My cum slid down her asshole, onto Matt's tongue as he hungrily lapped my seamen up.

I collapsed onto the bed, staring at my best friend's enormous hard on pointed to the sky. Jenn immediately attacked him, sliding her mouth over his mushroom tip. "I want to feel this back inside me Matt," she moaned in ecstasy My friend pivoted around so his big dick was lined up with my girlfriend's pussy. Jenn was moaning as her wet cunt dripped on his hard cock. I watched in ecstasy as she gently lowered herself onto his giant cock. Jenn quickly began riding Matt's hard dick and immediately came on him. Her head was thrown back and she was yelling. "Oh god Matt, your cock is so big. You make me cum all over you. I love this big dick! I can't get enough of your bare cock in my tight pussy. Do you like how I feel? Do I fuck you better than your wife? Come on Matt, give me your dick. I want to feel your seed fill my slut pussy."

Jenn's hot, wet pussy and dirty mouth were starting to send Matt over the edge. He was moaning in ecstasy as my girlfriend posted up and down on his huge staff. As much as she wanted to get double penetrated, she could not stop cumming on Matt's cock as she continued to ride him faster and faster. It was soon too much for any man as my friend threw his head back and began to shoot his hot cum inside my girlfriend's tight pussy. Jenn started cumming again for the tenth time of the night and I was capturing it all on tape, my hard on jetting out in front of me.



Walking in a Winter Wonderland



Walking in a Winter Wonderland

There is just something about the first real snowfall; the blanket of white covering everything always leaves me breathless. The pureness of the event makes even the most tainted feel clean. 

Lately however I haven't been able to get such a feeling though because I live in an area of Canada where snow is almost never seen so you can imagine the joy my family felt when we woke up the other day to almost a full foot of heaven's white blanket covering the earth. We were absolutely giddy in our joy looking out our big picture window at God's work of art. 

The site gave us a feeling of being back in our old home where a bountiful snowfall was not as uncommon. The best part was when we woke up at our regular time of five in the morning the snow was still falling, each big snowflake falling gently to its predestined spot. I made some coffee and we opened up the blinds to just sit back and watch the show before us.

It was so relaxing to just sit and soak up the artistry that was being painted before us by Mother Nature. After an hour or so we decided to catch the morning news so we turned on the boob tube. It is amazing how any two people can look at an event with totally different perspectives. Here we were in utter enjoyment over nature's breath taking splendor and as we watched the news we see others being interviewed in utter panic and annoyance. 

Everything was shutting down and people were distraught over the "horrible" storm. Worrying over what they were going to do, how they were going to get there. The worst part of the whole event was people on the south part of the island where we live never drive in such weather so the numbers of accidents on the roads were at an all time high. The schools shut down, stores were being closed, the police were out in full force, and the whole community was in an uproar. 

My wife and I loved every minute of the snowfall at the same time others were lost and angry. And let me tell you when my son finally woke up to get ready for school and found out he had a snow day (a regular occurrence where we used to live) he couldn't keep his excitement bottled up. It was as if he was a child on Christmas morning not the teenager he was. He quickly ate his breakfast and got on his winter gear we had long since stowed away and bolted out the door with his snowboard to the closest hills. We didn't see him until supper time and when we did finally see him all covered in snow, his clothes frozen from the cold and wet he was still smiling.

That night we put on a pot of steaming stew to fill our hungry bellies, the snow still falling out side. Even though it was late November the scene had me inspired so I put up our Christmas lights to put the perfect topping on mother nature's snow sundae. The bright colors radiating from the bulbs were a brilliant contrast to the frosty bed that lay outside.

We have yet to have a white Christmas here and I highly doubt we will get one this year. Three days later now and barely any snow remains on the ground, which to me is a real shame. Somehow I imagine come Christmas morning it will be green, green, green here like it normally is. We will drive to friends' homes and see people on the golf course playing their ritual round like it is any other day of the week and our minds will be on the wonderful snowfall of a month previous and how nice it would have been to have it reoccur on this day. But no, our wish will not be granted, I guess that is the price you pay to live in such a beautiful city as we do with such nice weather.

I do know the city itself will be glad if we see no more snow because they have already exhausted their yearly budget for snow removal for the year. Some people hate it, some people could careless, and some people are happy to not have to go into work but my family absolutely loves the beautiful dance of the snow and look forward to it every time it happens here because it doesn't happen all that often. 

Maybe we will get lucky again next year but I doubt it. The last snowfall that was as big as this one was ten years ago, so here's to looking forward to 2016.

Merry Christmas All!