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Lakeside Lay

By: Odysseyker



Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age. 

I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you if you like this story. I even want your comments if you don't like it, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals, it doesn't mean that others won't. 

This is another sequel, the third in this series. This story gets its origin from another of my tales, "A Friendly Fuck", and the follow-up to that story, "Doug's Little Sis". If you read them first, you would know what transpires prior to this one, and gain some insight to the characters, but you won't be lost if you don't. In this story, Tom unwinds after work Friday evening with his girlfriend and his best friend's fiancé. 



Lakeside Lay

It was about 2:00 P.M. on what had been a long Friday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. Just then, I felt the 'buzzz' of my cell phone as it vibrated against my leg in the side pocket of my carpenter's jeans. Pulling the device from its holster, I checked the number of the incoming call; It was Lori, my current squeeze. She was an eighteen-year-old beauty who was quickly becoming the love of my life. 

I wasn't surprised to see her number, because she usually called me at least once a day while I was at work. Flipping the phone open, I answered, "Hey there sexy..." Lori returned my greeting with some silly remark, as was her custom, and then I asked, "What have you been up to today?"

"Not too much. I went to a movie with Tina," she replied. 

Tina was engaged to Lori's brother, Doug, who just happened to be my best friend. We were such good friends, in fact, that he had invited me to join in a threesome with him and Tina. It turned out to be a wild night, and the two of us thoroughly banged his bride-to-be. This took place precisely the night before Lori and I hooked up for the first time. And honestly, if it hadn't been for Tina's urging, Lori and I may have never gotten together. 

I knew that Lori had spent a good deal of time 'babysitting' the lonely Tina, since Doug had been out of town all week. He was away on some kind of a business trip, and wasn't due to be home until sometime late the following week. I sympathized with the girl's predicament, but she was eating up a hell of a lot of my 'quality time' with Lori.

Lori and I chatted for a few brief moments, and then she said, "Well, I gotta get going..." But, she quickly followed up with, "Swing by your house and get the tent and meet me at the lake after work; Okay?" 

I was a little surprised by her spur-of-the-moment request, but a weekend alone at the lake with Lori sounded like a great way to unwind. The 'lake' was where I'd taken her the first time we made love. It was nothing more than a strip pit surrounded by fields and trees, but it was secluded and private. A friend of mine owned the property and, as far as I could tell, no one else had been out there all summer. 

"What about food and stuff?" I questioned.

"I've already got the cooler and groceries," Lori told me. "You just need to go by the house and get the tent and anything else you need," she went on. 

"Sounds good," I said, adding with a chuckle, "Sure would be nice if you were naked by the time I get there." 

"Well, you never know..." she teased, continuing, "You might be surprised when you get out there."

By the time we hung up, my cock was already beginning to stir in anticipation of what awaited me. Of course, the rest of the afternoon seemed to drag by, even though it was only a couple of hours. So, when quitting time came, I bolted for my truck. I hurried home, took a quick shower, grabbed a cold six-pack of beer, the tent and a few other necessities, and headed for the lake. 

As I turned off of the highway and onto a country road, I twisted the cap off of a beer and took a long pull from the bottle. I let out a loud and obnoxious belch, the tensions of the week seeming to exit my body with the gaseous explosion. Continuing to drink the cold brew as I traversed the back-roads that led to the lake, I smiled in contentment, knowing that my weekend was going to be filled with nothing but Lori's charms. 

Rumbling along the rough dirt road that connected the county road to our campsite, my heart quickened as I envisioned my sweetheart, naked and laying on a blanket, waiting for my arrival. By the time I pulled into the grassy opening, my pecker was at about half-mast in expectation. I even had a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach; something that I hadn't felt since that first time with Lori, well over a month ago. 

My heightened spirits fell flat as I looked out the windshield and saw Tina sitting on the blanket, next to a fully clothed Lori. 'Well shit!' I thought as I upended the bottle and drained the last of its contents. I tossed it into the floorboard, on the passenger side, and swung my door open, almost in disgust. My mood had changed from serene to disgruntled in a mere moment. I couldn't believe that Lori had let Tina tag along.

It's not that I disliked Tina; she's a swell girl, and a hot fuck, but I wasn't planning on her company impeding on my sexual retreat. But, although I wasn't keen on the idea, I quickly resigned myself to the fact that she was there, and decided to not let it get me down. I hoped that maybe she would just spend some time visiting with us and then take Lori's Jeep home.

I slid down, out of the truck and proceeded immediately to the cooler, where I deposited the remaining beer. Turning around, I pretended to be surprised to see the women sitting on the blanket. "Whoa... Who are you two hot lookin' ladies?" I teased in mock curiosity, still trying to maintain my sexual agenda as best I could. 

Lori bounced up and off the blanket, throwing her arms around me in an animated greeting. She crushed her full lips to mine and kissed me like she hadn't seen me in months. I let my arms envelope her and my hands dropped to her succulent, round ass. Unabashedly, I groped her firm cheeks while we kissed, knowing Tina was watching us. I guess I was trying to convey to both of them exactly what was on my mind. 

"Come on 'Mr. Grabhands', let's get the tent set up," Lori remarked as she broke the kiss. Taking my hand and towing me along behind her, she set off toward the back end of my truck. When we got there, she kissed me again and then quietly explained that Tina was really in the dumps, with Doug being gone for so long. "I just thought getting her away from the house might help," my lover told me. 

"That's all fine and good," I began, then with a humorous tone, added, "But she might have to get an ear or eyeful of me screwing the shit outta' you, 'cause I'm horny as hell." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I am too!" Lori exclaimed. "If she complains, we'll just have to fuck her too," she giggled. 

Her remark surprised me and I inquired, "Just what in the hell have you got cooked up?"

"Nothing," she retorted sincerely, "I was just teasing..."

I dropped the tailgate and leaned over it, reaching in for the tent. As I pulled it toward me, I felt Lori's hand massaging my ass and I heard her mumble, "The idea doesn't sound half bad, though."

"Well you ought to know," I jested, being aware that the pair had made out before Lori and I partnered. I even suspected that they had done it again, at least once, since we had gotten together. Which didn't bother me in the slightest, but I would have at least liked to watch. 

"As if you wouldn't..." she barked right back at me, feigning disgust. Lori knew all about the ménage à trois that Tina, Doug and I had been involved in. She had caught the three of us still in Doug's bed, and still naked, the morning after the event.

We laughed at ourselves and the conversation. I think we both just kind of dismissed it, almost as a form of mild foreplay. Still, I was a little more comfortable about making advances toward my girl, in light of her attitude and the conversation. I figured if I wanted to feel Lori up, or more, and Tina didn't want to watch, she could just look the other way. It seemed that Lori wasn't going to complain and, in fact, was as eager as I was. 

It only took us a few minutes to set up the simple dome tent and have our lodging in order. Afterward, I started a campfire, fueling it from the stockpile of firewood that I had previously brought to the lake, just for occasions such as this. Once that was done, I dropped onto the blanket and stretched out to rest for a few minutes. 

As I lay there, I felt myself getting drowsy and must have dozed off. The next thing I knew, I felt something jab against my side, stirring me from my slumber. Fluttering my eyelids at the still bright evening sun, I tried to focus in the direction of the disturbance. At first I wasn't sure of what I was looking at, but a second look confirmed that a totally nude Lori was busily stripping Tina's tight jeans down her legs. 

I just lay there for a moment or two, watching, and wondering if I was simply dreaming. Then I felt the jab in my side again and realized that it was Lori's foot poking me as she wrestled with the denim material. She was on her knees and giggling like a silly schoolgirl as she worked Tina's pants off of her. 

Tina was topless and happily giggling right along with Lori, her huge tits jiggling mightily. Apparently they were unaware that they had awakened me, and quite frankly, I don't think they cared. My first inclination was to hop up and join the fun, but I decided to wait, and watch, for a while. 

Lori tossed the jeans to the end of the blanket and quickly set about skinning the tiny bikini briefs off of Tina's hips, bringing her sparsely haired pubic mound into view. I watched as Lori discarded the wadded underwear and quickly dipped her head between the now upright knees of Tina's plump legs. It was only a moment before my girl had herself situated with her face only inches from Tina's slit. 

My cock had begun to swell again, and that tingling feeling returned to the pit of my stomach. My heart was racing and I was almost afraid to let them know I was watching them. I didn't want them to suddenly get modest on me and stop what they were doing, but at the same time, I wanted a better view of what was taking place. 

By now, Lori's lips had made their initial contact with Tina's vagina. Tina let out a long, deep, humming growl and her head dropped to the ground. She reached up and scooped her ample breasts in her own hands, squeezing and massaging them. I sensed the time was right and quietly eased myself onto my side and raised up on one elbow, propping my head in my hand. This gave me a rather clear view of my little honey as she lapped away at the other girl. 

Several minutes passed as Lori tongued-fucked Tina's nearly hairless twat, the latter female moaning in bliss the whole time. It was all I could do to keep from jumping up, stripping, and sticking my now rock-hard boner into my gal. I was seriously considering doing that very thing when Tina's eyes opened and she let out a breathy "Have a nice nap?"

I was almost speechless and simply nodded the affirmative with a smile. While I did, Lori took note that I was awake and retreated from between Tina's legs. At first I thought my fear of a modesty attack was coming true, but was relieved when she simply moved to lock lips with me again. 

As she kissed me, I could taste Tina's sweet nectar coating my baby's lips and tongue. A surge of pure lust shot through me and I wondered just how far the pair would go without any intervention from me. As horny as I was, I still had this desire to just watch them make love. It was something I had thought a good deal about, especially knowing their history. I had seen chicks on porn movies do it, but never in real life. 

"Want to join us Babe?" Lori tempted me.

"Not yet... I just want to watch for a while, if that's okay with you," I answered, hoping that she would continue without me. I guessed that if they were willing to get it on in front of me, I'd be well-fucked later, so I was content to wait. 

Tina interrupted, almost whining, "Come on Lori, I want to do you." It was obvious that she wasn't being bashful, which was no big surprise to me. Ever since we'd had our three-way, it wasn't uncommon for her to walk around the house, which Doug and I shared, totally nude. She didn't have the self-conscious attitude that Lori had exhibited at times. It wasn't that Lori was a prude by any means, but she could show a timid streak. 

Lori licked my lips seductively and, in a husky voice, whispered, "Okay, but you're missing out on some hot pussy." 

Without another word, Lori leaned away from me and the two females switched positions. Tina wasted no time diving into the contrastingly thick bush that adorned my sweetie's mound, dipping her tongue between the nearly hidden, pink folds. Lori moaned with passion as the older, although not by much, female slithered her licker in and out of her young and tender hole. 

I continued to watch, in awe, as the pair squirmed around in carnal abandon. Lori's eyes clenched shut and she began attacking her own nipples, pulling and twisting them. Her gut flinched and trembled as Tina worked her over. I had to admit, it appeared that she was as good at eating pussy as she was at sucking cock, which I knew from experience she could do very well. 

Just as I opened my mouth to suggest that they switch to a sixty-nine, Tina pulled her face away from Lori's crotch. She raised to her hands and knees, crawling over my girl's prone form until her face was hovering over Lori's. Her huge melons hung down, pressing against Lori's smaller, but still voluminous orbs. 

Tina lowered her mouth to Lori's and the pair began a lengthy and heated french kiss. Their tongues darted back and forth, chasing each other in and out, sharing Lori's essence; Something I knew the flavor of intimately. Ultimately, they began taking turns sucking deeply on the others oral organ, almost as they would have sucked a dick. The sight was tremendously erotic, to say the least. 

After about five minutes of this display, Tina lifted a little and hauled her Double-D hooters upward, until they were dangling heavily above Lori's face. Lori didn't hesitate and began to lick and suck at the stiff nipples that capped the hefty monsters. Her hands soon joined in the action, squeezing and kneading Tina's knockers until the girl was cooing her approval. 

This continued for a few more minutes, and then Tina pulled her chest away from Lori's face. Tina drew her body down Lori's, and then lowered her mouth to my sweetie's bosom. Tina reciprocated the treatment Lori had given her, suckling her perfect tits with a wild wantonness. Lori's facial expressions, and her "Mmm"s told me that Tina was definitely pleasing her. 

Tina shifted her position again, nudging her big ass past my torso, realigning herself so that she could reach Lori's crotch with her hand. She carried on with her oral stimulation of Lori's breasts while she began to softly stroke my girl's bush. It was quite the sight to behold. With Tina's chubby bottom pointed at me, bent over Lori's chest, her fingers dancing in the dark tangles of pubic hair. 

I could no longer see Lori's face, but I could certainly hear the deep, sighing mewl that came from her throat as Tina dipped her middle finger into the girl's wet and inviting hole. Lori's hips rose from the blanket, just slightly, encouraging the digit to drive deeper. And Tina responded by slowly pushing the entire length of her probing member into my lover. 

"Ohhh... Uh-huhhh," came Lori's drawn out and lusty response. 

My boner was becoming increasingly uncomfortable encased in my blue-jean cut-offs. I stood up, pulled my T-shirt over my head, noticing that my pre-cum had soaked through the denim, leaving a silver dollar sized spot next to the fly. Unconcerned, I unfastened the shorts, working them off my hips. Letting the drawers drop to my ankles, I discarded them with a little kick of my foot and they landed on top of Tina's crumpled jeans. 

With my hard-on sticking out in front of me, but much more comfortable, I returned to my place on the blanket. But, before I resumed my lounging posture, I couldn't resist running my hand over the curve of Tina's round butt. Her flesh was soft, yet firm at the same time, as I gave her left cheek a gentle squeeze. As I leaned away from her, I let my fingers trail down the length of her crack, teasing her with the potential of me delving deeper. 

Tina shifted, shuffling her knees a little wider apart, I suppose in anticipation of me continuing. I could plainly see the wetness gathering in her crotch and gave thought to providing for her obvious needs. Before I could really consider it, though, Lori wrangled her left hand between Tina's thighs, bringing it up, right into the sweet spot. 

I watched Lori's slender fingers toy with the woman's clit for a few brief seconds, then she worked two of them between the woman's puffy labia. Tina's head lifted from Lori's chest just long enough to utter an approving, "Ohh-yeahh."

For the next ten minutes or so, the girls fingered each other while they kissed and petted one another. Their moans and groans escalated throughout the period, elevating my own arousal. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, my cock aching for some action, and had to join in the fun. 

Getting to my feet again, I moved to the far side of the blanket, my heels in the grass, next to Lori and directly across from Tina. She had noticed me assuming the new position, and knowingly raised into a full kneeling stance. She leaned across Lori's body and swiftly engulfed the head of my dick as the pre-cum oozed freely from it. 

She extracted her finger from Lori's box and raised her hands to my hips, shuffling her knees for a better posture to blow me. I could see that Lori's hand had moved right along with Tina's hips as she repositioned to take me in. My dark-haired sweetheart continued working in and out of the rotund woman's cunt, while Tina serviced my manhood. 

While I knew that Lori was still working Tina's pussy, I really couldn't tell what she was doing. Whatever it was, it was having a very robust effect on the pudgy female sucking my cock. After just a few minutes, Tina pulled her mouth off of my boner and leaned her forehead against my thigh. 

A few seconds later, she whined, "Uh-Uh-Uhhhh," as her body shuddered, her grip tightening on my hips. I glanced downward again and could see the woman's hips gently undulating above Lori's arm. Tina's big, heaving tits partially blocked my view of what was taking place between her thighs, but there was no doubt that she was cumming. 

After a minute or two, Tina released her hold on my hips and slumped backwards, flopping down on the blanket with a loud, "Phweww." 

I looked down at my beautiful sweetie and she tantalizingly brought her fingers, coated in Tina's pussy juice, to her mouth. "Uhhmmmm, Mmmm," she moaned as she slowly sucked them clean. 

By now I was totally hot for her and dropped myself over her body, thrusting my prick into her unceremoniously. "God damn you're a hot little slut," I muttered as I drove into her. I had come to find out that there were times when she liked to hear me to call her that. I guessed that this was probably one of those times. But in all honesty, that was exactly how I felt about her at that very moment. 

Huffing and puffing, continuing to talk dirty to her, I hammered in and out of Lori's tight, wet box for a couple of minutes. Then I felt Tina's presence, apparently recovered enough to join us again. Reaching between us, she began to tweak and pull at Lori's erect nipples, bringing pleasured whimpers from my girl.


Lakeside Lay



Lori's exhortations were soon indicating that she was drawing in on her own climax. It was just then that Tina whispered in my ear, "Why don't you let her get on top for a while?"

I stopped with my dick buried to the hilt and looked up at the woman with questioning look. She ignored my wordless inquisition, and lowered her face to Lori's again. She frenched my baby's mouth for a moment and then asked, "How'd you like for me to lick your hot little pussy while Tom fucks you?" Then I understood.

Lori chirped, "Mmmmm... Sounds great!" and we rearranged ourselves, with me lying on my back and Lori impaled on my rigid pecker, her back to me. The sight of her firm, round bottom lowering over me and nestling against my abdomen was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. She was simply gorgeous, and had the greatest ass of any girl I've ever known. 

Tina quickly laid down on her belly and wormed her face into our crotches. I could feel her tongue already working on us before Lori even had a chance to start riding me. The sensation was almost indescribable, with my cock sheathed in Lori's hot cunt, and Tina's skilled tongue playing on both of us. 

Lori quickly got into a rhythm, bouncing up and down in my lap, my hands on her hips, gliding up and down with her. While Lori fucked me, Tina licked up and down my shaft, letting Lori's labia and clit drag against her tongue each time the girl descended. This went on for a minute or two, and then Lori paused at the bottom of her cycle, letting Tina really work on her for a few moments with my shaft driven into her as deeply as she could manage. 

We continued in this pattern for longer than I thought I would ever last, probably ten minutes, at least. Inevitably, I could feel my release approaching and I puffed out the fact, "I'm... Ohh-fuuuck. I'm gonna cummm."

Lori had been surprisingly quiet throughout this bout and I was concerned that she wasn't getting nearly as much out of this as I was. But my concern was unfounded, as I quickly found out. Just as I made my announcement, Lori's hips bucked in my lap and she let out a shrill cry of pleasure. 

I felt her body tense, and her pussy clamped down on my rod. The tremors rattling her vagina sent me over the edge and I blasted my load into her gripping love tunnel. Both of us groaned and grunted our way through the mutual orgasm with Tina continuing to lick feverishly at us. 

As the crescendo passed, I dropped my head to the blanket, spent and exhausted. Lori's hips were still rocking softly above me, jerking now and then as Tina flicked her tongue over the girl's sensitive clitoris. Finally I heard my breathless darling hoarsely pleading with the tormenting Tina. "Oh, God... Uh-uh... Please stop-uhhh," she crooned.

Tina complied and Lori extracted herself from my deflating penis. She dropped to my side and snuggled close to me. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, offering my other arm to Tina. She scampered to my side and pressed her big, soft tits against me. I sighed, and we slumbered together for the next half hour. 

We spent the rest of the weekend pretty much in the nude, swimming, snoozing and fucking the time away. Tina began to teach Lori how to deep-throat me, and I got to butt-fuck Tina again. She even talked Lori into letting me do her back door; something we'd never attempted because Lori just wasn't comfortable with it. 

By the time the weekend was over, even before it was over, I was more than happy to have Tina tagging along. But I had to wonder what good ol' Doug was going to say when, or if, he found out about it. The thought disappeared from my brain as I grunted again, spewing my cum across Lori and Tina's faces as they giggled and shrieked in glee. 



~~THE END~~



Lakeside Liaison



Malcolm gazed across the lake's pale blue mirror-like surface while breathing in the chilly morning air. This early in the day most of the creatures that disturbed its surface would still be asleep, so seamless and peaceful it remained. Indeed the sun itself was only just rising across the horizon, banishing the fog and cold with its warming rays.

Satisfied he'd waited past sunrise proper, Malcolm fished a small wooden token out of his pocket. It was a simple thing he'd carved himself out of a piece of lake jetsam which bore nothing more than a simple swirl pattern as he was not a sculptor by any stretch of the imagination and a simple pattern was enough for its purpose.

He closed his eyes and allowed the image of the pattern to take residence in his mind, pushing out all other distractions and errant thoughts so there was nothing but the vortex. Under his fingers the piece of once-waterlogged detritus began to perspire. Beads of water seemed to well up from its surface and roll down its face before falling to that ground with a muted thap.

"Kali" mumbled the covenanter.

With that simple name, a sound like the distant roar of surf on some faraway beach burbled forth from nowhere and surrounded him. For a moment he forgot he was at the shore of a calm lake, instead he felt as though he was enveloped by the overwhelming presence of the ocean. The feeling, though potent, was fleeting and the din soon died with it leaving nothing but the occasional ephemeral dripping noise.

Malcolm opened his eyes to find a small humanoid made of water standing on the shore. Well, standing in that it was balanced on what appeared to be a swept cone of water instead of legs. Indeed the rest of the body was about as defined as a children's mud doll. It had a round head with light indentations where the eyes and mouth would be on a person. The chest seemed to undulate and flow with invisible currents while whip-like pseudo-pods swayed back and forth in time with the growing procession of waves that slid up along the shoreline.

"Good morning, Kali." said Malcolm as he leaned down to dent-level with the little elemental.

"Greetings Malcolm," it replied with what could be charitably referred to as a modulated burble. "How was your dormancy period?"

"It's called sleep," he sighed while pocketing the summoning token.

"Yes it is... difficult for us to remember something so... human."

"Well you're lucky you don't need it. It's a big time-waster." Malcolm placed his hand on the ground beckoning Kali who slithered up his hand, across his arm and settled on his shoulder. In spite of appearing to be made of water the elemental was more of a spirit than a collection of real liquid so all Malcolm felt as the watery stump moved across his bare skin was a fleeting wet sensation.

Kali wrapped a pair of tentacles around his head as if to stabilize itself while its mount rose to his feet. "What are we doing today?" the tiny spirit bubbled.

"Farm nearby needs a canal but the owner can't afford the time and labor to make it himself. I thought it would be good practice for my abilities."

"Will you receive more metal disks for this service? The squishy companion inquired.

He ruffled his dark hair with a thin, gangly limb. "No, farmers usually pay in produce or occasionally livestock, although the prospect of dragging a pig home isn't an attractive one."

"What use are animals and plants to you?"

Malcolm sighed. "Humans need to eat, Kali."

The elemental shook its head. "Yes I remember now."

"Well let's get started then." Malcolm held his hands out, gesticulating wildly as he rattled off his plan. "I thought to make a new canal we could just drag a river there and let erosion create it for us. Would that be possible do you think?

"Easily, provided you've been doing the proper training exercises I instructed you." A slight twitch of the shoulder it stood on did not escape the elemental's notice.

"Yes, of course I have." He lied.

Kali's body made a rushing noise that somehow sounded accusatory but did not push the matter, instead adopting a commanding teacher's candor. "Close your eyes and imagine the water flowing out to meet you. Do not move closer to the water, draw it out to meet you. Through our bond you are its master."

Malcolm entered a similar trance he had adopted to summon Kali in the first place. He breathed in and out in time with the natural pulse of the shore and the elemental on his shoulder. He imagined the water flowing out of the lake to meet him in defiance of nature. When the water met Malcolm's hand in his mind's eye he felt a cold wetness on his hand and could not suppress opening his eyes to observe his accomplishment.

A tendril of water, just as it appeared in his mind, existed for all of a brief second before crashing to the ground in a wet thud.

"You haven't been practicing." Kali surged with irritation. He could see froth on the edges of the elemental's body from the corner of his eye. "You are too impatient."

Malcolm glanced morosely at the now damp patch of earth. "You know," he sighed laboriously. "I've been at this for almost half a year I thought I'd be better at it by now."

"Our bond alone allows you to skip miles ahead of conventional practitioners but you still do not know how to control your energy properly. You release it wildly and without purpose. For the manipulation of water it requires a constant rhythm of power and ebb and flow. If that stream becomes erratic you lose control." Kali smoothed out into the metered instructor's tone it had before. "Try it once more but this time keep your eyes shut. Listen to nothing but the currents of my form and feel nothing but the wet touch of water against your hand."

Taking the sage advice of his burbling teacher to heart, Malcolm once again summoned the image of a tendril of water and once again synced his breathing with the sounds of Kali and finally felt the same touch of water against his hand.

"Turn around," Instructed the elemental.

Malcolm did so.

"The ground is sloped; take care and move forward."

With tentative steps he did so, carefully making sure that each foothold was stable before shifting his weight to the extended limb. Above all else, however, he made sure that steady breathing and the damp sensation on his hand were always in the forefront of his mind.

After a score or so of steps the covenanter heard the calm, measured voice of his instructor. "Now open your eyes and calmly observe your work."

He did so, noticing that the tendril of water in his mind was all but glued to his hand, reaching back all the way to the lake itself. A gentle pull gave the impression he was pulling a transparent cord of material out of the lake rather than a tube of water.

"Very good." Kali observed. "Now go to this farm of yours, once we've reached it you may call more water through this connection and wear a furrow into the land."

Malcolm was silent through most of the trip since he needed all his concentration to keep the link going. If he failed he would have to trudge all the way back to the lake and try again. Physically and mentally exhausted from the first attempt; it was unlikely that he would succeed with a second.

This wasn't as easy as Kali said it would be, thought Malcolm with the few free thoughts he could spare.

Eventually he made it to the farm after a few close misses involving stealthy rocks and an infuriatingly inquisitive squirrel. Ignoring the slack-jawed farmhands gawking at the fantastic display of a man leading a river by the hand, he carefully made his way to the marker that indicated the end of the planned canal, taking extra care as his concentration was starting to waver. He placed the stream of water down onto the dirt and imagined his own exhausted body opening up like a yawning chasm that drew liquid through the stream.

"The water obeys you. You are its master." Kali whispered into his ear.

The thin cord of water gradually fattened until it engulfed his hand. Noisily the sounds of a babbling brook filled the air and a surge of water followed the line like a puddle would move along a crack in the floor. The torrent of water shot past Malcolm, soaking half of him as he couldn't move before the flow encountered his hand. Without a guide it continued in a straight line before following the natural curves of the earth and the almost imperceptible incline all natural rivers follow.

He shook the excess water off him, almost dislodging his instructor along with it who managed to cling to his shoulder with one franticly twisting pseudo-pod. When he lifted his head he saw the farmhands all clapping at him with wide eyes and open gap-toothed mouths. It was only natural. When the most interesting thing that happens to a man is finding an unusually shiny rock while tending the fields, this display of raw magical power nearly drove them catatonic.

A man so large and dense he could be best described in geological terms appeared out of nowhere, locked an arm around Malcolm and lifted him sputtering off the ground.

"Ah, thanks! You magical bastard! That would have taken days with my lads but you did it in one morning!" He noticed Kali dangling off Malcolm's back, unable to adjust to the violent movements the farm giant was causing. "And I guess this is your little helper! Isn't it?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Grant." Malcolm managed to spit out. Between his mental exhaustion and the attentions of the overenthusiastic farmer he couldn't get his bearings.

"Aww that's cute, it is." He tried to lift the exasperated elemental up but his hands passed right through it. If he was surprised, not a bit of it showed up on his face. He was the sort of man who could regard a volcanic explosion with a good natured laugh so the lack of shock wasn't terribly out of character.

"I'll get your payment." He hailed his closest worker. "Hey Jimmy! Get our friend here a slab of smoked ham and one of the bottles of whiskey!" Grant turned back to Malcolm. "You like whiskey right?"

"Yeah." He hadn't expected to receive drink as payment. Normally such things were kept by the distillers themselves or sold to taverns. However the idea of a large piece of meat sat well with him. He wasn't much of a hunter and the most he could do with control over water was fish.

Malcolm hated fish.

The absent farmhand returned with a good natured grin carrying a bundle wrapped in straw and an opaque brown bottle. "We'd normally throw a fit about losing one of these," he raised the hand that held that bottle. "But that was some show, man."

Malcolm didn't usually think himself above accepting praise and of course today was no exception. He accepted the bundle and bottle with a self-satisfied smirk. "It's no trouble for me."

"No trouble he says," grumbled a voice on his back. Kali flowed up onto his shoulder, returning to its perch.

Malcolm gave his detractor a quick glare and returned to his grateful employers. "If that's all, I'll take my leave now. You know where to find me if you need anything else."

"Aye we do," said Grant who grabbed his free hand in granite vice and gave it a jolly crush.

The trip back to the lake was more pleasant when Malcolm didn't need to keep absolute concentration and could instead utilize the beaten path instead of the untamed underbrush he had dragged the water through. Still, he liked to cross paths with the new stream, a physical indication of his growing magical prowess. 

Along the way they sorted out unplanned deviations in the flow. Slight applications of will deepened the canal where the flow was in danger of spilling out randomly. It was a simple touch up to make sure the job was done right. Malcolm did not relish the idea of getting an angry visit from Grant.

Looking at his reward, he came about a bit peckish. He partially unwrapped the chunk of ham and gave it an experimental nibble. It was pretty good, though a bit over salted in his opinion.

"Was that a good reward?" inquired Kali once he had swallowed.

"Better than usual," replied Malcolm, who replaced its wrapping.

"What was the other item you received? The brown bottle."

He held up the musty flask to Kali's undulating form. "Grant said it was whiskey but you can never tell with farm distilleries. It's whatever they want to call it, made out of whatever they had lying around; hopefully potatoes or grain. I suppose you don't know much about this sort of thing since I've never taken liquor with me when I came to visit you."

"Liquor is a poison, the water in that bottle is sad" Kali said solemnly before reaching out for the glassware with one tendril. "But don't worry I can fix that."

"Ah!" Malcolm jerked his bottle-clenching hand away from the wriggling tentacle. "No! It's supposed to be like this, don't clean it up." He uncorked the bottle and gave it a quick sniff to make sure everything was in order. Satisfied, though rendered momentarily breathless by the biting fumes, he replaced to stopper once more. "And what do you mean sad? How can water be sad?"

"It is corrupted by the presence of this 'liquor.' It's not pure as water was meant to be."

Malcolm rubbed the back of his head. "I suppose it's difficult for a water spirit to understand the appeal of a little recreational poison."

"You would be correct."

Eventually Malcolm and Kali reached the lake again though it was no longer the seamless mirror it had been in the morning. Now it was painted with a light orange color as the sun sank to the other end of the sky while choppy dark lines gave it a wrinkled texture. Malcolm was honestly surprised, he didn't realize today's job had taken as long as it did but with most of said day being eaten by bouts of intense concentration he supposed it was only natural the passage of time would escape his notice.

"I guess that's all for today."

Kali churned but didn't say anything.

"So how did I do?" he muttered staring at his feet. "I mean really how?"

"You... performed well. You have made great strides since we initially forged this covenant though you still lack control. I still think it would be better if you stayed here constantly. The ever-present ebb and flow of the lake is the greatest teacher for proper control of water."

"Nah, I can't do that. My straw mattress may not be kingly, but I can't do without a good night sleep on proper bedding." Malcolm kicked the ground, a little embarrassed by this declaration.

"Nevertheless it would help you." Kali insisted.

"But I am getting better about it, right?" asked Malcolm in earnest as he turned to his teacher.

It paused for a moment, bubbling with thought. "Yes, given years of training you should make a fine water covenanter. The things I've taught you will become easier and easier until you will do them almost unconsciously. Of course," it explained rather pointedly, "If you keep ignoring you exercises..."

Malcolm held out a placating hand to steady the surging spirit, "I got it, don't worry." He looked out over the horizon as the sun continued its rapid decent. "I should get going before it's too dark to see. See you tomorrow, Kali."

"Goodnight, Malcolm."

-----

Kali's consciousness ebbed and flowed freely in the lake. With so much water around it could abandon the strain of keeping a spirit body coherent and become one with the elements it was born from. It normally enjoyed the feeling of absolute freedom; however this night the waters were too turbulent. The detritus and particulates that normally settled to the bottom roiled and churned in the massive cauldron.

It couldn't settle down for some reason. Thoughts swam through it; odd thoughts it had been having recently regarding Malcolm. He was important to Kali; as its covenanter he provided it with the power necessary to become more than a simple, barely conscious amalgam of natural magical energies.

But Kali had seen how humans who enter in similar bonds expressed their commitment to one another, the lake being a popular spot for romantic or clandestine liaisons. Some part of it wanted to do the same with Malcolm, to hold him and form a physical bond of some kind, and the more energy it received the stronger the connection and the attraction to him became. However it had no body to act on either of these desires nor the instincts to guide it. He was close yet so far away.

So it languished in its watery torment.

Late at night, when the moon rose to its zenith, Kali gradually became aware of a presence bleeding into the lake. Even with the waters as muddy and restless as they were, it could see there was a trail of a contaminant of sorts. It wasn't like the alcohol from earlier that day, the liquid in that bottle was murky and stained by poison but this odd material shimmered with glints of purple. Kali drew closer to one of the strands of energy which writhed and twisted with no regard for the currents of the water it was suspended in. Looping and curling it appeared to have a life of its own.

Tentatively, Kali allowed its consciousness to touch it. It felt familiar like the power it received from Malcolm, yet fundamentally different. The energy from its covenanter made the elemental feel content and energized, however this nebulous corruption made it feel a yawning hunger for something it could not properly identify.

Kali rationalized this as another pollutant to the lake and attempted to use what power its meager magical ability afforded it to erase the contamination. Focusing its power, it tried to purify the water permeated with the corrupting influence but was shocked to find that there was no effect. The writhing tentacles continued to spread, unimpeded by its efforts. The guardian of the lake repeated its spell numerous times before giving up the fruitless task. Instead it followed the corruption upstream to find out what it was and perhaps stem the polluting tide.

It wasn't long before the inquisitive spirit found the source.

A nearby waterfall, which was the source of most of the lake's water, roared with the thunder of millions of gallons crashing into the river below. Large stone slabs, undoubtedly fragments of the cliff above, dotted the basin like tiny islands in a swirling maelstrom. However there existed a certain arrangements of rocks that served as a shelter from the fast moving water while still retaining a small current that formed a small vortex within the hollow.

Lounging in this whirlpool was the strangest person that Kali ever saw.

In as much as Kali knew about humans, it knew most of them did not possess a pair of curling ram's horns, glassy black bat wings and a whip-like spade-tipped tail, however it may have been willing to accept this deviation from the norm had it not been for the fact that this woman seemed to ooze the corrupting energy that was leaking into the river and flowing down into the lake.

Kali never encountered anything like this woman before and had no idea of how to proceed. Being an unaccompanied elemental, it had no power over the material world besides the waters it merged with; though even that power seemed to be failing it now. With no other options and an instinctual desire to halt the corruption guiding its actions, the little elemental did the only thing it could do.

Kali crawled out of the water on top of the rocks not a foot away from the mysterious woman's head. "Excuse me, miss?" it burbled as loud as it could over the waterfall's ever-present cacophonous roar.

The oddity rolled one eye open and glanced at Kali, calmly assessing the watery humanoid that was speaking to her.

"I would appreciate it if you could stop letting this energy into the water. It's polluting my home downriver and I can't seem to clean it myself!" Kali had to be nice, with no power over the physical and Malcolm likely dormant it couldn't do anything to affect the material world. The only power afforded to the little spirit was the power of words.




Lakeside Liaison



Her substantial bust rose and fell with a laborious sigh, "I can't do anything about it." 

"Then could you get out of the water?"

"Would you deny a woman her bath?" she leveled an unnerving, humorless gaze at the quivering Kali.

Fearful, it slid backwards. "Well... no. But please finish up quickly!"

In response to the guardian's pleas, the winged human seemed to shimmer and flash while Kali felt the steady stream of corruption surge as though a dam that held the deluge back had burst.

"Stop! Stop that right now!" The water spirit screamed in desperate protest.

"Oh?" a toothy grin stretched across her face. "Looks like this little water elemental has some fire in her!" Without warning the woman's spade tail shot out of the water and wrapped around Kali's squishy form, constricting it like a leathery snake.

To Kali's immense surprise, the wiry appendage held it. Normally physical matter phased through it but no matter how it struggled the vice grip of her coils prevented Kali from moving. It tried to merge back with the thin layer of water on the rocks it stood on but again there was nothing the frightened elemental could do. It was as if the woman was holding onto its spirit rather than body and the energies she extended into the water began to pour directly into its mind.

"Why don't you make a contract with me?" she offered, sliding a long-nailed finger across her captive's form. "We could have so much fun together."

"But," bubbled Kali. "I already have a covenant!"

"Really?" Its captor pouted with full red lips for a brief moment before they melted into a sultry smile. "And you serve as you are now? A tiny little thing like you? With all the power you can provide I bet your covenanter has problems with basic spells."

"He..." Kali stumbled. "He's doing just fine!"

The succubus' face lit up as she clasped her hands together, joyfully. "Oh and it's a man too? Well this simply will not do!"

The encircled elemental felt the power that emanated from the smooth leathery tail gradually increase in potency until the tip of the jet black appendage began to glow with a brilliant purple light Kali felt hot, but not in the way a shallow puddle of water would in the blistering midday sun. Rather, it was a metaphysical heat that set fire to its mind and caused its body to froth and steam with barely contained turmoil. It became difficult for Kali to hold her consciousness together as the polluting energy twisted her mind and warped her form.

"S-stop... please..."

"Stop?" echoed the monster in a baffled tone. "Why? This is a kindness. When I'm done with you, you'll be able to help your covenanter in ways you've never considered. You want that don't you? To help this man?"

"I... I do, but..." she trailed off, while a jolt of demonic energy sent a shock of pleasure into the core of her being. Elementals did not normally feel things like pleasure and the overwhelming power of this newfound sensation reduced her to a quivering mass.

The creature plucked Kali off the rock and cradled the tumultuous spirit in soft, warm hands. "Well I know a wonderful way to help him. It's greatest feeling in this world. I'll use my power to shape you, sculpt you for this purpose. When I'm done you will have everything you need to serve your master." 

"Really?" Kali moaned in a slightly more feminine tone, as her body lengthened and grew. "My... master?"

The succubus laughed musically. "Yes, your master." She dipped Kali's growing form into the basin, marveling as liquid boiled and leapt out, filling her spirit body's mold with solidified water. "You love your master, don't you?" she cooed softly to the twisting form of her new progeny.

"Yes..." she replied weakly.

"You want me to turn you, give you form, give you a body so you can serve the one you love. You want it so bad you can hardly stand it. I can give it to you but there's one simple thing I need before I can do it. It's very easy..." 

The lusty woman's offer was so attractive to Kali's half-formed ears.

"All you have to do is beg for it."

The pleasure of being reshaped while her mind was assaulted by the lascivious power became too much for her to bear. "Yes! Yes, I love him!" she cried desperately. "Help me, mistress! Help me love him with everything I am! With everything I will be!"

"Don't worry, little undine." She breathed while taking direct control of Kali's wild transformation.

"I will."

-----

The prospect of a new day felt utterly alien to Malcolm's formerly drink-addled brain. The aggressively bright sunlight burned his eyes and stoked the flames of his inner torment. It had been a long time since he had any quantity of alcohol and Grant's bottle of god-knows-what tasted like liquid fire and may have been slightly explosive. Still, he stomped his way to the lake anyway. He owed an explanation to Kali even if he wouldn't be able to perform any feats of concentration, his head pounding as it was.

The first thing Malcolm noticed when the lake streamed into view was a large amount of detritus on it shores. Logs that looked as though they had sat on the bottom of the lake for years lay in beds of discarded branches and assorted decomposing vegetation. It was as if someone had removed all the offensive pieces of matter from the water in an attempt to purify it, unconcerned with the beach's transformation into a compost heap.

The lake itself, however, shimmered and sparkled like a flawless sapphire. Rather than a muted greenish blue as it usually appeared, the water was crystal clear in the shallows and opened up into a rich royal blue. The color was so brilliant that it seemed almost unreal and so deep it gave the impression of an endless, hungry void.

The abrupt change was jarring and Malcolm, though mentally enfeebled, wasted no time in retrieving his covenanter's token, attempting to summon Kali for an explanation. The ritual went as it always did. He shut out all distractions and focused on the design carved into the wood of the focus. However the token did not moisten, there was no distant roar of metaphysical oceans and there was no Kali.

Malcolm's stomach did a backflip, which only served to make him feel worse. Kali had never before failed to respond to his call! That plus the unusual state of the lake gave him reason to fear that something had happened to his partner. Perhaps his mind was in worse shape than he had thought.

Kali was right, he admitted, alcohol is a poison.

Still, he tried again. Nothing came of it this time either. Malcolm did not feel as though the link had been broken; but admittedly, he did not know what he would have felt had their covenant been severed. In an attempt to test whether or not he still had his elemental control he tried the simplest of acts, the very first one he had been taught: a water spout. Malcolm moved his entire arm, starting slowly with his shoulder and accelerating with each joint as he allowed a surge of power to race down his arm, ending the gesture with a punctuated flick of his index finger.

Rather than the small spurt of liquid he had been accustomed to, the surface of the lake exploded into a giant column of water that shot into the sky and crashed back down, creating a miniature tidal wave that slammed into the dregs on the shore as well as Malcolm himself.

Though initially glad that his covenant was still active, Malcolm was profoundly disturbed and quite thoroughly soaked. That sort of power should have been outside of his abilities even if he was in peak physical and mental form and not the hung-over wreck he was. As Malcolm reasoned out what he should do next he watched the debris he had unwittingly washed back into the lake float away. Elementals could hide freely in the matter they were composed of, so if for some reason Kali did not want to be found, he would have no chance of finding her.

As Malcolm pondered this dilemma, sweet, dulcet tones fluted out from across the lake, keeping time with the gentle pulse at the lake's shores as though they were a natural metronome. The enchanting music flowed through his mind, gathering the self-inflicted malaise from his head and carrying it off into the ether. Now mercifully free of his mental burden, Malcolm looked around for the source of the restorative melody.

The first thing he noticed, however, was the strange behavior of the debris that had been washed back into the lake. As though propelled by an unseen current, they ebbed and flowed closer and closer to the shore eventually rising from the water entirely and coming to rest once more on the cluttered beach.

Upon tearing his gaze away from the baffling behavior of garbage, Malcolm noticed a humanoid form gliding across the lake's surface. Delicate sheets of water splayed out from the bottom of the figure as it streamed towards him meandering from side to side in lazy curves. Coupled with the music that seemed to approach along with the mysterious sight, it was a very impressive display.

An inhuman display.

Malcolm saw why; though the form of the dancer was basically human and quite obviously female, the substance which made up that body was almost as clear and fluid as the water it skated upon. Stripes of cyan, the only true color she possessed, wrapped around her body and could be seen through it as though they were solid strips of waterlogged cloth. The light color of her markings contrasted beautifully with the tinge of deep blue that tinted the rest of her transparent water-flesh.

As far as he could tell she wore a blissful expression, eyes closed, with the music that cleansed Malcolm's mind flowing over an open pair of juicy lips. Dark waterfall streams of hair fell down plush cheeks, curving around her in a gentle vortex and parted by twin fin-like ears that extended perpendicular to her head. Her body was lithe, with contours that flowed gracefully across her watery form. Full voluminous breasts hung elastically off her chest, possessing an almost preternatural springiness in spite of their size while below her body narrowed pleasingly into a thin waist before splaying out into shapely callipygian hips. Not an inch of her meticulously sculpted body neglected to do its best to send instincts surging to the front of her observer's mind or light a fire in his loins.

She seemed entranced; streaming in a tight circle just offshore in order to corral what trash had not marched out of the lake in a miniature vortex.

This close to the breathtaking vision of mythical beauty, Malcolm felt a growing dampness in his trousers which snapped his attention away from the surreal display in front of him. He quickly fished into his pocket to find the source of the water and retrieved his covenanter token. The wooden focus didn't simply have a coating of condensation as it usually did when it was used. Instead, it spewed water forth of its own volition, like the hull of a leaking ship and the flow showed no signs of stopping; rather it seemed to steadily increase the longer he held it.

It can't be... thought Malcolm disbelievingly.

The suddenly familiar woman sighed with contentment as the last of the dregs washed up on the shore, leaving the lake once again as clean and pure as the creature itself.

"Kali?" ventured Malcolm, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

At the sound of his voice, the woman's eyes, which somehow gave the impression of being darker than the surrounding water-flesh, snapped open. She stared at him for a few moments, mouth frozen in mid-note before the undine's lips curled up in the happiest expression Malcolm was likely to ever see. Without ceremony or even warning, she launched herself from the water's edge with an overjoyed "Master!" and tackled him to the ground.

When Malcolm's world ceased spinning, he found himself straddled by the shapely transparent contours of the now grown Kali. Though she seemed solid enough, and the pressure she exerted on him was very real, the water that made up her body seemed to bleed into his clothing where it contacted him.

"Master look!" she held her hand out in front of Malcolm's face, showing him the delicate curves of her fingers before using them to stroke his face. They felt more or less like a normal humans except impossibly smooth and very wet. "I have a body now!" she shouted with ecstatic glee. "A real one!"

Pinned down by a beautiful and quite obviously naked female, particularly one made of water, wasn't a situation that Malcolm was capable of dealing with in a rational manner, especially not when the caress of her digits left a puddle on his face that seemed to warm his skin and put strange ideas into his head. He gulped; her breasts, unfettered by clothing, hung tantalizingly in front of his face.

"What... happened to you?" he managed.

The smile never left Kali's face. "I don't know. I think I managed to sleep last night because I 'woke up' this morning and I had this form." Bewilderment colored her speech. "Is this what sleep does, Master?"

"No it's not. What do you mean you slept? You're an elemental... I think. You have difficulty remembering the word sleep in the first place, let alone actually doing it." The wet patches of clothing steadily crept forward, somehow making Malcolm even more uncomfortable though he wouldn't have thought it was possible. "Do you think you could get off me?" he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

Realization dawned on Kali's face and she backed off of him in a simple, fluid motion. "Sorry, master I guess I'm just used to being on top of you," she said without a hint of double entendre.

Malcolm rose to his feet, sighing as he removed his now waterlogged shirt and pants, laying them on a nearby sun bleached rock while taking a moment to calm down before facing her again. "It's fine, I guess. I'm more worried about this transformation of yours."

"Worried? Why? It's it wonderful! Look me! Look at the lake!" She flung her arms out, gesturing to the pristine expanse behind her. "Before all I could do was cleanse the water but now I can move all the ugly filth that was always polluting it!"

"What about the shore?" Malcolm pointed at the pile of detritus.

He might as well have been asking about the state of political affairs in the region for all the recognition she showed. "I don't understand; why would I care about the state of the earth? It's not my domain."

Malcolm sighed laboriously, he wasn't getting anywhere, it was like speaking to a whole new person. Although she really was, wasn't she? No longer a little water spirit she'd somehow acquired an achingly feminine form. Again lascivious thoughts surged through his mind but he managed to silence them before his arousal became embarrassingly obvious.

"Never mind, tell me what happened to my magic? How did I go from struggling to do the river trick from yesterday to creating geysers without proper focus?"

Kali adopted a self-satisfied smirk. "That was me."

"What?"

"Before, when I was an impotent blob, our covenant merely linked you to the elements: allowing you to use your own energy to manipulate water. Now that I have power of my own I can channel the power straight into you."

"But why? Why do you have power now?"

"So much complaining," steamed Kali, who actually was steaming as tiny bubbles rose from within her and broke at the top of her head releasing a misty vapor. "Isn't this good? You wanted to get stronger and I wanted a real body so I could..." her brows knitted together as the words fell off her lips.

"So you could...?" echoed Malcolm.

"I... I'm not sure. I wanted to do something I just can't remember." She shook her head quickly, her waterfall hair whipping droplets of water which splashed every which way. "Whatever it's not important. Why don't you use more of your newfound abilities?" Kali smiled in earnest. "I think you'll be so pleased at how strong you are now you'll stop with all these whys."

Malcolm, though irritated she hadn't really answered any of his questions, did want to see how proficient he was now. To go from struggling with basic concepts to mastery of water sounded very attractive. He resolved to start with something easy so he began preparations for something he'd always wanted to do, walk on water. Only when he tried to go through the usual meditation he felt Kali's wet hand grasp his and yank him forward.

When Malcolm opened his eyes he saw he was standing on the crystalline surface of the lake, a scattering of rocks and one very confused fish lay below him. He tested his footing with heavier and heavier steps. Eventually convinced he would fall through he turned to Kali who was still grasping his hand.

"You don't need to focus like that anymore, just make your intentions known and I'll do the rest."

"So I'm not really doing any of this now? That seems like cheating." He replied dubiously.

"Not really, you're still expending energy, it just goes to me." A confused look flashed across her for a brief moment.

"What, so I'm just a battery?"

"No, no." Kali extended placating hands. "Think of me as a tool for your use."

"For my use?" Malcolm choked while shaking free of her grasp, finding the wording to be less than ideal. He looked at Kali's dewy curves that flowed in and out resolving into a painfully arousing hourglass shape. Brief flickers of what he really wanted to use her for dashed through his head before he knew what happened.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, never mind." Malcolm turned away from her and leaned over, his hands on his thighs.

Kali took note of his strange behavior, how his gaze roamed across her body when he thought she wasn't looking and his unwillingness to look her in the eyes when he spoke. She started to feel uneasy, was this new body really upsetting him that much? "Go ahead, try something big." said Kali, desperate to shift his focus to something else.

"Alright, alright." Like before, Malcolm willed a waterspout to form from the lake, this time his gesture was quick and thoughtless instead of slow and measured. The surface of the water exploded skyward and in spite of the terrible din it caused, he heard a surprised yelp coming from Kali. She had her hand covering her mouth, though because it was transparent, he could still see the look of embarrassment on her face.

"Is something wrong?" he asked innocently as he kept the geyser going with a steady application of will.

"I was just surprised," panted Kali, who smiled again. She gazed at the water jet and nodded appreciatively. "Pretty good, right?"

"It's okay," said Malcolm who quickly grew bored with the simple vertical column of water. "But how about this?"

The geyser's cap closed up as the stream of water no longer surged upwards but instead bulged and rippled with internalized currents. Ignoring the natural laws which failed to bind it, the stream twisted and writhed as though it was alive. Knotting and flowing like an incorporeal serpent subservient to the ephemeral whims of its master's consciousness. Engrossed as he was in flexing his magical muscle, Malcolm failed to notice Kali quivering ever so slightly.

There it was again. She had wondered what caused such a shocking sensation moments ago when her covenanter manipulated to water and now she knew. It was Malcolm's mind touching hers and taking control over her abilities. The corners of her mouth turned up in an expression of overwhelming pleasure. Her hands roamed across her transparent body, grabbing, kneading, questing while the roar of rushing water hid her quiet moans. Kali was being used, her mind and power pulled by invisible strings that tugged at her every which way.

And she loved every second of it.

She fell to her knees, as internal currents twisted and bucked within her, appearing, merging, dissolving constantly roiling with a turmoil that consumed Kali's entire being. They seemed to be the most animate near the surface of her breasts and the bottom of her pelvis. Investigating her watery globes with shaking fingers, she gave them an experimental prod. While they did not break the surface tension on their own, the pressure from her digits was enough to interfere with the passage of water beneath, deviating the flow and sending it spiraling through her extremities and carrying pleasurable sensations all the while.




Lakeside Liaison



The molesting elemental did everything she could to get the feelings to continue, grasping at her chest with feverish moans she had become a prisoner to the sensations of her new body. However because of her attentions, the pleasing currents shifted from her bosom, corkscrewed wildly, and eventually recentered between her legs.

Wasting no time, she thrust her hands downward, kneading and caressing her mound with shocking fervor only to find to her immense frustration that the same pleasurable sensation that escaped her hid deeper within her body and could not be reached on the surface. Kali tried fruitlessly to pierce her water-skin but even though she was nothing more than animate liquid, her hands couldn't penetrate her body's barrier. It was so maddeningly close. 

Just a little more... it's right there! She screamed in her head.

But even as she tried harder and harder to pry into herself a deep exhaustion began slowing her movements. She could feel it, while Malcolm used her power to perform feats he provided none of his own energy to keep her going. He took and took, leaving her with nothing but a gaping, hungry emptiness.

Kali's eyes rolled over to her covenanter, still blissfully unaware of what he was doing to her as he was enraptured with the display of power that he was now afforded. Through elemental sight she could see his power, his spirit energy, sparking and flaring brighter and brighter; a searing white flame within him that looked so... so...

Delicious. 

Kali licked her lips with a crystalline tongue, deciding if he wouldn't hold up his end of the covenant then she would have to take it by force. Summoning what little strength remained hers she gathered water beneath her legs, compressing it tighter and tighter until she could sustain it no more and the pent up forces exploded beneath the desperate Undine. She launched at Malcolm like a missile, tackling him to the surface of the lake with a splashing thud.

The lapse in concentration caused by Kali's impact against his back forced Malcolm to lose control of the serpentine flow of water he held aloft. It lost cohesion and crashed back into the rest of the water with a roar, sending a procession of giant waves that surged toward the pair. However, suspended on top of the water as they were, it lifted their footing and rolled them violently across the lake.

Malcolm groaned and clutched his head, he had no idea what happened. Supporting himself against the wild undulations of the water with an outstretched hand, he rose upright and looked around him, noticing that Kali had been flung several meters away. She sat on her side simply staring at him with an expression Malcolm couldn't make out at this distance.

Much to his surprise, she started to sink into the water but as her body sunk deeper it became apparent she wasn't visible past the water line, her curves flattened as she melted into the lake.

"Kali?" Malcolm called out weakly while trying to stand up. Unfortunately, his head began to spin and he had to sit back down, eyes shut, hanging his head to keep the world from turning.

When he opened his eyes again he came face to face with his undine, her shimmering gaze peering out at him from the surface of the water. Malcolm tumbled backwards, startled by the sudden appearance of her face and nothing else.

He watched as her head popped up out of the water, followed shortly by a single outstretched hand which flexed as the shimmering goddess pulled the rest of her own shapely liquid body out of the lake. She rose to her feet and swayed over to Malcolm, leaning over until she was eye-level with his dumbfounded face.

Kali could feel something within rattle and break free from deep inside her transformed consciousness. Instincts or perhaps memory filled her mind; images of men and women in the throes of ecstasy and the promise of sweet, sweet spirit energy replenishing what she had lost in the most wonderful way possible. She roughly shoved him backwards and collapsed on top of his invitingly prone body, unwilling or unable to go on any longer.

"What are you do-" Malcolm tried to say before she silenced him with a deep open kiss. He could feel her oil-smooth tongue worm its way into his mouth, extending far longer than a normal woman's and much to his shock, it seemed to bleed or perspire crisp water into his mouth. It wasn't long before the downpour caused his cheeks to bulge under the strain of the liquid and he tried to force it back to Kali or at least break of the kiss but it was no use, the water refused to leave his mouth as her arms prevented him from moving his head.

Reluctantly, before the pressure would force it down his throat anyway, he painfully gulped the mouthful down, wincing as the discomfort it caused crashed down into his stomach and seemed to surge through his body. However when it reached his fingertips the discomfort quickly resolved into a hot sensation that made his skin flush pink. 

Malcolm felt queasy as Kali drew back and the feeling intensified when he realized what he swallowed wasn't formless water; it was her long amorphous tongue. As soon as the sickening appendage was free of his mouth he coughed and heaved violently more from discomfort than desire to vomit.

Kali had no idea why she did that, why it felt so good to kiss him, to fill his mouth with her and violate him the way she did and why she imparted the few remaining dregs of her power into the very core of his body. All she knew is it felt wonderful and she longed for him to fill her just as she had him. The desire for him to penetrate her where her internal currents were most active drove her mad.

Malcolm theatrically sputtered what be believed to be the last bits of offending water and glared at Kali with a mixture of irritation and bafflement. "What the hell was that for?" he barked.

"Shut up." Kali muttered as her eyes roamed across his body, eventually settling at his underwear; the only piece of clothing he kept on after her initial pounce soaked everything else he wore. They were tented now, something strained against the thin fabric and whatever it was held Kali's attention.

"What's wrong with you?" He stammered, now more confused and fearful than angry.

"I said shut up!" she shouted madly. "You refuse to give me the power you're bound to by our covenant!" The water that surrounded the pair began to roll and slap into them.

"I thought I was! I never had to make an effort to do it before now!"

"No! You left me with nothing!" The lake's surface exploded in time with her own angered raving. "You held my power, my soul, in your hands and you rung it out like a mangy dish rag!" she ripped the soaked wool of his underwear down his legs, allowing his member to stand straight up. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it, all her anger melted away just as quickly as it had come. In her mind's eye it shone with the white flames of his vitality as the licking tendrils of fire seemed to coil and wrap around the length of his penis. Deep inside Kali's transformed mind a lusty roar screamed to her that this was it, what she needed so badly.

She took his length in her glassy hands, poking and prodding at the shaft while running the tips of her fingers around the tip, giggling as it twitched and grew bigger under her smooth caresses. She enjoyed the feeling of the spiritual flame wrapping around her digits, sighing with pleasure as it penetrated her watery body, replenished a small amount of spent energy and whetted her supernatural appetite. 

Malcolm groaned, "Why are you doing this?"

Kali looked up at him with a clear lusty smile, allowing his fully erect cock to slide against her inhumanly soft cheek as she cupped his balls with one hand and continued stroking his glans with the other. "Just collecting my dues," she replied hotly, giving his sack a gentle squeeze. "It's all in here, I can see it smoldering deep inside you." She clicked disapprovingly, "It's not right to keep something so wonderful to yourself." 

Malcolm gagged; with one smooth and unbearably slow motion she ran her tongue up from the base of his shaft to the very tip, replacing her caresses with the oily smooth lashes of the wonderful organ that had disgusted him not a moment prior. She had barely begun to tease him and already he was driven half mad by her subdued yet insistent techniques. "How... do you know how to do this?" he managed between shaking breaths.

"It flows into me as you moan and writhe, what to do to you. Every time you gasp it just makes me so..." she trailed off when her gaze came to rest on the tip of his dick. A small pool of precum began to dribble and roll down his length. Slowly, with shaking hands, she grabbed his waist, bringing her lips mere millimeters from the collection of transparent fluid and giving it a tentative taste. Internal currents surged to her mouth, snatching the minute amount of liquid from her mouth and carrying it all through her body. It was pure spirit, the kind she had never received physically and the rush of power and pleasure she felt as it touched everywhere from the tips of her fingers to the roiling mass of her pelvis was overwhelming. 

Malcolm stared at Kali as she appeared to be enraptured by his dick, gazing down lovingly as she licked and sucked the barest tip, unwilling to allow him to pass any further than a centimeter or so into her mouth. Though his thinking mind didn't realize it, his body automatically tried to buck his hips upward into her mouth's waiting embrace but she held him down with deceptively heavy hands that made him feel like he was glued to the water he lay upon. She continued her slight caresses, refusing, either by design or instinct, to allow the maddening sensations to build into anything and when his cock finally popped free of her moist lips Malcolm couldn't stifle a quite "Damnit..."

Kali laughed melodiously, removing her hands from his hips and crawling up his chest until her shimmering breasts came to rest on both sides of his dick. The cool fleshy feeling that engulfed his member sent shivers through the man's body and he couldn't help but twitch as the sensation shot down his spine. She slapped both her elbows onto his chest and cradled her head with upturned hands, staring at him dreamily. "You know..." she spoke with feigned innocence. "I'm not sure what to do now..."

Grinding his teeth, Malcolm tried to stifle the myriad of sexual favors that all scrambled to escape his lips. He objected to being used like this but at the same time his painfully erect penis wasn't allowed to soften, suspended between her large formless breasts that seemed to swell slightly before his eyes. Much to his shock he could now feel a gentle rolling pressure slide against him as her currents reoriented to add additional size to her ever expanding globes. He shouldn't, this wasn't right, but by gods did it feel amazing.

Malcolm felt his face flush as he muttered, "Your breasts..." 

"My breasts? What about them?" Mock confusion danced across Kali's face which only made him more ashamed of what he was about to ask. 

"Use your breasts." He groaned as another current tickled against him.

"Ahh," she purred, clasping her hands against his chest. "What a good idea, Master." Kali allowed her lower body to sink back into the lake between his legs. Once her chest was upright, her ripe breasts were able to flow onto Malcolm's crotch and engulf his dick so that only the head stuck up out of the transparent mounds of waterflesh. She let a quiet moan roll across her lips as his dick twitched within her, goaded by the natural pulses of her body. "But what now? Help your obedient undine, Master."

"Rub them against it." He muttered

"I'm sorry this is all very human and I don't quite understand... what do you want me to do?" She flicked her tongue out against his exposed glans causing Malcolm to instinctively buck upward and slide his dick against the silky contours of her chest eliciting a strangled cry from his lust wracked body. She giggled again. "Ah, now I understand." her eyelids slid down into a sultry gaze. "You want me to slide my full tits against the throbbing length of your cock, to tease you with my body until you can't bear it anymore and cum all over my voluptuous body." She moaned, occasionally sucking on the tip of her index finger as she described in perfect detail what Malcolm had been screaming for her to do inside his own conflicted mind.

"Yes!" He shouted, not caring how ridiculous he may have looked. "Yes damnit!"

Kali grasped the bottom of her sizeable chest, cooing as the watery flesh spilled out between her fingers, and began rubbing her breasts against his dick, moaning softly as the lashes of spiritual flame licked across her body. She lapped another pool of precum that had once more dribbled out of her master's penis and languished in the pleasing sensations the liquid caused as it raced around inside her.

Malcolm watched in silent awe at the overwhelmingly sensual display, the occasional jolt of pleasure as her tongue once more lavished his head causing him to slap back against the water. Once he sat up again he saw that the domineering undine became more and more enraptured by her own breasts. She grasped them with clawed fingers even as she continued to roll them up and down against him. Much to his amazement he saw the tips of her once formless breasts begin to sharpen to a point. Cute glassy nipples popped out of her tits and Malcolm couldn't resist the urge to touch them.

Kali yelped as he ran a finger around the extended nipple, his best guess on where her areola would be. Her skin felt oilier now, as though his slight emanations previously had been absorbed and mimicked by her body and that slick feeling only aided the movements of his fingers as they slid across the surface of her breasts. She started panting heavily but kept working on Malcolm's own dick with a single minded determination and with a show of inhuman flexibility she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth licking it madly with her tongue just as she continued to work on his shaft with her chest.

The twin sensations of her cool breasts and her sliding tongue were too much to bear and with what may have been a disappointed cry from Kali, Malcolm's hands fell from her nipples and he collapsed to his back once more, unable to utilize any of his muscles; controlled by the wild pleasure that surged through him. Just as his orgasm grew once more, when he thought she would slow to once more deny him release, she instead redoubled her actions sucking wildly and slapping the weight of her tits against his pelvis as she ravenously stroked every centimeter of him simultaneously.

Malcolm shuddered as he came, lifting his head to see milky white jets of his thick cum suspended inside of Kali who continued to suck and stroke with reckless abandon. Currents of fluid, he had no idea from where exactly, rolled across his cock and applied pressure in all the right places to extend his orgasm and intensify the sensation of his ejaculate leaving him. He coughed and sputtered as the mind-numbing sensations refused to come to a close, extended far beyond what he thought normal.

Kali moaned as more and more of the wonderful energizing fluid rushed into her, she couldn't stop herself as the warmth and power from this most precious of liquids became her own. It felt so wonderful, so satisfying, like Malcolm's slight earlier emissions were nothing but ordinary water. Even so she longed to have him lay his hands on her again. Until now she didn't even realize she had nipples and the sensitive tips of her engorged breasts felt so good when his thick solid fingers played across them, much better than the greatest of sensations she managed to wrestle from them by herself. Kali sighed contentedly as the streams of hot ejaculate slowly ebbed and stopped.

She looked at Malcolm, he was panting heavily with his hand draped across his forehead as he tried to recover from the ordeal. Kali didn't realize it took so much out of him to cum like that and a tiny part of herself was irritated that he tired so easily. The lusty elemental wanted him to explore her body, to throw her down and ravish her, all the while clouding her clear body with his milky white spirit. Just thinking about it made her shudder with desire.

With that thought, another flood of information, the sort of that provided the inexperienced undine with all the lascivious knowledge until now, surged forth and presented her with a solution to her problem, one that made her squeal with delight. Hoisting herself out of the lake and back onto the surface once more she crawled over his body, letting the very tips of her dewdrop nipples slide across his chest leaving twin trails of water across his flesh. Kali straddled him, removing his hand and cupping his face with her own while staring at him with loving, almost motherly eyes.

"Poor master," she sighed, rubbing a wet thumb over his cheek. "Tired out already?" Malcolm tensed slightly as she seemed to gaze through him. "No, you still have so much more to give. I can see it smoldering inside you, but your poor body is so weak..."

Malcolm mewled pathetically in response, too tired to mask his shame and disappointment at the frailty of his body. All he did was cum. More than he ever had in his life, yes, but why was he so exhausted?

The lusty elemental drew closer until she was nearly touching his face with hers. "What if I could keep you going... would you like that, Master? Would you like to have your power returned to you?" She licked her juicy lips once more as the words oozed out of her oily mouth. "Would you like to fuck me?"

Malcolm whined in the affirmative, eliciting a pleased laugh from Kali as she placed a slender finger against his lips silencing him. "Shhh... let me take care of you, Master, apologize for being so angry before. I know you care about me, so let me help you."

She guided one of her still enlarged breasts to Malcolm's panting mouth. "Look how full they are..." she moaned. "If only someone could help me drain th- Ah!"

Malcolm didn't let her finish teasing him, her invitation to suckle hear breasts was too arousing to ignore any longer and he began lavishing her pliant flesh with hungry kisses. Wrapping his hands around her smooth back, he pulled the squealing undine close so her malleable water-skin rested heavily on his eager face. He inhaled her clean scent in deeply, noting that a fine mist seemed to rise from her and moisten his skin with a pleasant tingling feeling. As he suckled with fervor, he lifted his hands and plunged them into her breasts, massaging the globe his head was buried in while twisting and pulling the neglected teat.

"Yes..." she breathed, "Just like that..."

Malcolm bit down, eliciting both extended mewling from Kali and a burst of refreshing fluid from her breast. It was crisp and tasted mostly like water – if a little sweet – but where it slid against his mouth it burned like alcohol. Oddly enough, rather than the uncomfortable feeling that last night's whiskey gave him, Kali's secretions were pleasant and each mouthful eased his weary body, allowing him to steadily become more and more forceful in his groping.

The wonderful fluid raced down his throat and splashed into his stomach, rejuvenating and compounding his arousal. Malcolm drank and drank and drank finding each new spurt to be tastier and more revitalizing than the last. The overwhelmed elemental began to whimper as her master reclaimed more and more of his energy, switching breasts as they became lopsided with his uneven attentions.

Utterly intoxicated by her leaking mounds, Malcolm couldn't help himself from massaging, twisting, pulling, and nibbling; doing everything in his power to feel more of her sensual flesh and milk more and more of the life-giving nectar. He pinched nipples together, catching the resulting jet in his mouth before suckling once more on the united tips.




Lakeside Liaison



Kali's hands slid under the surface of the water, fingers tangling through his dark hair as she gasped in time with his nursing. A small part of her mind was unwilling to let the power leave her, but the intoxicating feeling as it sprayed out of her and the promise of much greater pleasure left her happy to do it.

They remained like that for the longest time, neither willing to break away from the maternal embrace. Eventually, as the balance of power between the two became more lopsided, Malcolm gradually eased Kali off him, laying her weakening body back across the surface of the water with strong firm hands.

Much to their mutual disappointment, the delicious geysers eventually slowed and ceased altogether. Malcolm reluctantly pulled away from her springy breasts, allowing the last dregs of her secretions to drip down his chin. He looked at Kali; her head lolled to the side with a dazed expression painted on it. Malcolm noticed her breasts were back to the original size; maybe even a little smaller than before. He chastised himself for being too forceful although her blissful smile showed she enjoyed it just as much as he had.

"That was..." he tried but couldn't find the proper words. Instead, he leaned over Kali's prostrating form and tenderly rolled her limp head to meet him.

She really was beautiful; her exotic crystalline features sent shivers down his spine even now. What had possessed him to let such a woman, a woman that called him master, to suffer for even a moment before turning the full force of his welcomed lust upon her? 

"Yes..." she breathed hotly. "Now please..." Kali's exhausted hands crawled across her breasts, slowly snaking down over her smooth curves and allowing her fingers to come to rest around her featureless nethers. "Right here," she cried, tantalizingly squeezing her water-flesh. "Please, I need it here!"

Robert looked closer at her crotch and was shocked by what he saw, or rather didn't see. "There's- I mean there's... nothing there..." he stammered, dumbfounded. 

"Please! I can't do it myself!" she furiously jabbed at the formless expanse where her cunt would be. "I tried! I tried so hard but I can't!"

Dubious, but moved by her impassioned pleas, Malcolm tentatively slid a finger against her phantom slit causing Kali to convulse and thrash meekly from side to side as he quested across her mound looking for some break in the barrier that formed her physical body. After some time he found a thin vertical crack in her water skin, sticking the barest tip of his finger inside.

Kali shouted in ecstasy as the pleasurable streams that twisted and roiled within coiled around Malcolm as his wonderfully solid digit entered her. The powerful miniature currents supped upon him, trying to draw him deeper and deeper within her fluidic folds. She grabbed his hand with hers trying desperately to get him to hurry up and ravage her.

Her penetrating master obliged, inserting his finger as far as it would go reveling in the squeals that escaped her jellied lips. Distressingly slowly, he slid in and out of her, taking pains to cause as much pleasure as he could while teasing her in the most agonizing fashion possible. As he inserted another digit, the licentious folds of her cleft pushed to the surface and rapidly defined into the sensual form of a pussy topped with an almost opalescent pearl shaped clit. Malcolm leaned down and gave the newly emerged nub an experimental lick.

Expecting another strangled cry from Kali, the domineering covenanter was shocked when his entire hand was instantly sucked into her. It happened so quickly it took time for him to register this fact and the surreal sight of his hand suspended within her clear body was as mesmerizing as it was disturbing. Tentatively, he wiggled his fingers against the boiling currents that cocooned him inside her.

Kali bucked violently, arching her body at an inhuman angle while belting out a shrill screech of mind-rending rapture."Yes! Oh god, Master it's so big, so solid, it feels so good!" She surged upright, wrapping herself around Malcolm in an instinctive embrace. "More," she sobbed. "Go deeper!"

Malcolm edge his hand further inside her, every inch increased the frequency of her constant moans. Her lip quivered madly as he strained against the crushing waves of her interior which surrounded him in a madly churning vortex. It wasn't until Malcolm had buried himself up to his elbow did the resistance force him to stop as his fingers met an impenetrable barrier.

Every time his fingers brushed upon the screen Kali jerked spastically, choking on the surge of debilitating pleasure each minute caress created. Reveling in the control he had over her from this most intimate of positions, Malcolm started to take initiative. With one hand engulfed, he used his other to stroke the incoherent Undine's pearly clit while wrapping his lips around a neglected nipple.

Kali whined pathetically, unable to do anything. She was completely at the mercy of her covenanter and the joy it brought her was indescribable. Though his attentions brought no spirit energy, she was so enraptured purely by the feelings of pleasure surging through her body that even if she wanted to complain she couldn't muster to mind to do it.

The writhing elemental sensed a pressure building within her as currents buckled and compressed. Normally when they did so they would break and reform elsewhere in her body but this was different; they coiled tighter and tighter in to a dense sphere of power just beyond the barrier that her master was so entranced with.

Desperately, Kali tried to hold the raging ball of pent up arousal in its place as she feared what would happen if it was allowed to suddenly burst. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and there was no sudden surge of insight to tell her what was happening to her. "Master, wait I-"she tried to say before a particularly stiff knead from Malcolm's fist silenced her abruptly.

It was impossible. She couldn't stop it.

The muscle-like waves of her vagina clenched in a rolling squeeze, pushing Malcolm's arm out of her just as her resolve crumbled and she shouted in incoherent ecstasy. A wash of liquid slapped against her lover's crotch as she came violently, soaking him in a spicy fluid that instantly absorbed into his skin and set fire to his loins. Kali panted heavily, thoroughly exhausted as her violent expulsion drained what little energy she had left.

Malcolm grinned at his handiwork; using her like this, making her to moan so sexily felt... good. He winced as the warm sensation that oozed into his genitals became uncomfortably hot.

"Kali." He murmured slyly, now that he was in control he wanted to engage in a round of petty revenge.

Her head twitched but she didn't move. "Yes..." she sighed dreamily.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she burbled again.

"It was certainly interesting. You know I never thought I'd do that sort of thing with a woman." He put a sensually wet hand on the back of his neck. "But now I'm all out of whack and I don't really know where to go from here." It was the most egregious lie of Malcolm's entire life. Thankfully, Kali couldn't see how painfully swollen his member was.

She whimpered as her master knelt at her feet.

"Do you have any ideas? You were certainly supernaturally knowledgeable about this sort of thing."

"F..." she mumbled weakly.

"'F...?'" he echoed while grasping her feet with a strong firm grip. "Fondle? Feel? Forage?"

"Fu... Fu..." she tried again, getting closer to the magic word.

"Sorry?" Malcolm leaned over, leveling his insufferable ear with her partially open mouth. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed desperately. 

Malcolm tore her legs apart, his own barely contained desire motivating him as he only allowed a brief gaze at the shapely folds of her drooling pussy before thrusting his cock deep into her tight embrace. He sighed with relief as the heat diffused from his genitals, absorbed into the cooling clutch of her vagina as it rolled and slurped around him.

Animate streams of flesh throbbed and massaged his cock, in time with Kali's contented sighs. He thrust in and out, reveling in the gentle suckling sensation as it chilled him and sated the sexual appetite that her cum had awoken in him.

Malcolm allowed her legs to fall back to the ground. When the heat left him so did his animalistic desire. Instead he was left with a fluttering feeling in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but every time he looked at Kali's face – her wonderfully curved smile, her half lidded eyes, and her disheveled waterfall hair that merged back into the water below – he wanted to savor their lovemaking. Not just fuck her but to hold her close, to make her feel good and give her what she desired so badly. Malcolm snaked his own hands beneath the lapping waves, cradling the radiant woman in a warm embrace as he slowly pumped in and out of her.

Kali sighed pleasantly as the sliding pressure of his dick against her walls jostled her entire body. The lusty part of Kali's mind wanted him to move faster, to ravage her, to violently use her like an object but another part, the original Kali, returned his grasp and relished the wondrous sensations of his tender lovemaking. She buried her digits in the flesh of his back not to goad him to go faster but just to feel him; to feel his warmth, his body. Now she could finally touch him, really touch him and the realization of just how much she had always wanted this brought a tear to her eye.

She gazed lovingly at Malcolm to find much to her joy he was admiring her as well. One of her arms streamed up his back and gently pressed against his head, bringing it closer as she guided him to her lips puckered into a perfect succulent O.

Malcolm obliged and the pair kissed tenderly. The fire that spurred Kali's rough actions before now smoldered as they simply pressed their mouths together; each reveling in the sensations of the other's lips upon their own. As they lay in their sensual embrace, Malcolm's arm snaked across her body, over the strips of opaque cyan which cause Kali to moan softly into his mouth. The barest tip of her tongue poked into him as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and kneaded the wonderful jelly-like mass.

As her loving master's power leaked into her once more, Kali found her hips sinking slightly into the water, giving her leverage to quietly grind against him. She loved this; she loved the wonderful sensation of his solid flesh gliding against her internal currents as they tenderly lifted the pleasing feeling from her cunt and swirled it around insider her, warming her body, her spirit with his sexual flame.

Kali didn't want it to end, it shouldn't end and as the jets within her formed once more into a tight sphere of compressed force she cried out in distress. She didn't want to, she didn't want to cum again. She wanted to remain rocking against Malcolm; her lips planted firmly on his with constant tender pressure.

But it was impossible, even though her conscious mind did not will it, her intimate barrier, the splendid screen that Malcolm had orgasmically assaulted with his fist, descended down to meet the tip of his rocking cock. Kali mournfully broke off the kiss as she weakly sucked the air. His soft glans felt so much better than his fingers and her building orgasm screamed into tsunami proportions.

Her internal turmoil didn't escape Malcolm's notice, buried within her as he was and now that he was robbed of her lips he instead planted a series of soft kisses against her neck all the while continuing to brush against Kali's most sensitive area. He nibbled the pliant flesh of her glassy fin-like ear, grinning slightly when she shivered. "You're going to cum." He breathed hotly.

"No..." she moaned clutching his back desperately. "I don't want to. I don't want this to stop!"

The writhing undine gagged as Malcolm suddenly slammed his hips into her while roughly twisting one of her dewy nipples between his fingers. Her liquid interior which had once been plush and inviting clamped down around him and boiled with rolling waves of ecstatic fervor. He groaned; amazed at how quickly he sent her insides into overdrive.

Kali was panting heavily now, a bluer flush of color on her face gave the impression that she was blushing profusely as she instinctive rocked her hips against his thrusts. Occasionally a cracking voice would try to say something but it was drowned out under another tide of pleasure as Malcolm struck against her g-spot once more.

Icicle fingers dug into Malcolm's back as Kali curled into a tense half-fetal position. She was on the edge, one more thrust and her pressurized deluge would burst forth once more.

Feeling the pressure against her barrier and realizing what it meant, he slowly pulled out but allowed himself to stay inside her, the barest tip kissing the cushion-like folds of her labia. It pained him immensely to stop. "You don't want to cum, right?"

"No!" she gasped. "No, please I do! I do want to cum, I'm so close! Please keep fucking me!"

With a powerful lunge he rammed cock into her once more, impacting Kali's screen so suddenly she lost control entirely. The water goddess erupted, her strong currents slapping against Malcolm as her pent up lust and pleasure soaked the pair in her fiery internal juices. Kali jerked spastically as another rolling crash, one that had been hiding behind the first squirted out of her again. 

Malcolm's penis felt the burning of her liquid once more but couldn't rid itself of the spicy sensation as her pussy was awash with the same juices. Suddenly lust-mad he bolted upright and tore her legs apart, trying to bury even more of his swollen cock into her.

"Augh!" she gagged again. "Stop! Not now I'm still-Ah!" Kali was cut off by a particularly stiff thrust.

"Can't," he grunted, trying in vain to use her still pulsating cunt to alleviate the burning sensation that drove him to wanton insanity while the steady building pressure in his balls did little to help his growing anguish. 

Kali's cum shot out of her as her master's violent strikes forced the remaining liquid to rush out in pressurized jets. Her hungry folds constricted his penis even tighter, sustaining her rolling orgasm while bubbles burbled up to her skin, releasing tiny wisps of pleasant smelling vapor.

Malcolm marveled at the tightness of her pussy, it was so much stronger, so much better than it had been before. Her insides, which felt more like warm oil than water, were easy to slide in and out of yet they grasped him so intoxicatingly well.

"Kali I..."

"Do it, Master! Stain me! Feed me!" Kali roughly mashed her slick breasts with her free hands, just as mad with lust as her beloved master. She felt her mind crumbling as it became more and more difficult to hold her body together through the outrageous spasms of pleasure that assaulted her transformed spirit with lascivious energy.

Malcolm grunted as he was finally brought to orgasm, the heat that had so tormented him left with the searing white streams of his ejaculate which resolved into opaque tendrils within Kali's crystal-clear stomach.

Not seconds after the jets of cum ceased and Malcolm went limp, the bubbling undine released a long pleasurable moan as her body lost definition and collapsed into the lake. Soon after the force that had suspended Malcolm's prone form on the surface of the lake all this time buckled and collapsed, sending him splashing into the water.

Coughing and sputtering, he righted himself and realized after all this time he had forgotten that they hadn't been on solid ground for what felt like hours. Treading water, he looked around for some unnatural shape that would indicate Kali but saw none.

He jumped as the phantom sensation of hands flowed across his chest. Soon after, twin fleshy mounds resolved against his back and the silky feeling of Kali's flowing waterfall hair slid against his collar. Finally, supple thighs wrapped around his legs, impeding his ability to tread water though he did not sink.

"Thank you for your spirit, Master." Kali's composed, soothing voice flowed gently into Malcolm's ear. "It was so warm, so much nicer than before." She tittered melodiously. "Did you like it too?"

"Yes," breathed Malcolm, relaxing in the undine's gentle undulating embrace. He stopped kicking, trusting in her invisible entwined limbs to keep his head above the water. "You're very good at this."

She reverently nuzzled his neck. "It's because I love you so much. I'm sure that's why I have this body, why I knew what to do to please you best."

Malcolm's heart fluttered again. Her declaration of love caught him offguard. He'd never thought that Kali would be capable of loving but then he never though he would be here; surrounded by her intimate embrace with her whispering sweet words to him in a cherishing voice. Bobbing together, he felt closer to her than ever before.

He clasped his hands over hers. It wasn't love; not quite yet. 

But it was close.

-----

Harvest time came quickly to the Grant estate this year. Throngs of workers toiled in the green fields under the blistering midday sun, uprooting and cutting the succulent and leafy produce and collecting it into wide wooden carts to be hauled off and stored.

Grant himself stood by the farmhouse, his hands twiddled in his pockets as harvest time always made him giddy. Before him lay the heady days of excess as the surplus of food always elicited a feast or two and Grant believed the only thing better than seconds on his meal, was thirds. He ran his hands over his expansive stomach and chalked it up to a character flaw.

Still, his rolling jovial mood was stopped by the wild gesticulations of a farm hand who called over other nearby workers. He held something in his hands, showing it to the crowd that gathered around him.

Grant trudged over to the acre the spectacle was taking place, crashing his way through the smaller men that formed a ring around the mysterious discovery. "What's all this about?" he bellowed inquisitively.

"Sir, I was harvesting the plants here and I found this." The farmhand held a succulent purple fruit to Grant's face, its royal flesh glistening almost wetly in the midday sun. 

He plucked it from his subordinate's hands and turned it over. In spite of having been recently uprooted from the ground it was shockingly clean and the skin of the fruit was amazingly pliant, rolling around his fingers when he gave it an experimental squeeze.

But the strangest part, the part that had so enraptured the workers was that the fruit had twin bulges which tapered down into a point rather like a heart. It wasn't a proper, real heart as most of them spent enough time butchering to know what an animal's heart looked like. It was the symbol of a heart, the kind used to represent love and the sort one would find in children's scribbles.

"What the hell kinda seeds did you boys sow here?" Grant muttered, still glaring needles at the pincushion crop.

"It's was just beets, sir. Regular plain old beets but something's happened to all of them." He stooped to the dirt, grabbed a shiny green stalk and pulled another one of the mysterious plants from the ground. It too was nearly entirely free of dirt and wobbled tantalizingly under his grasp. "What should we do with these, sir?"

He mulled it over for a while, staring at the softly undulating fruit. It shifted like nothing he'd ever seen before. Against his better judgment, Grant took an experimental bite.

The flavor exploded into his mouth. It was a beet... of sorts. The taste was of a beet and even though Grant didn't actually like the blasted bulbs, the missus forced him to plant some, he found himself automatically taking another bite. The enchanted farmer chewed the gooey white flesh of the mysterious food while thick streams of white juice were allowed to dribble down his chin and fall to the ground.




Lakeside Liaison



"Sir?" one of the farmhands injected into his epicurean bliss.

He shook his head and beamed at the workers around him. "Ay this stuff is great! All of you bastards get to picking, I want all of this barreled by the end of the day!"

"Yessir!" his employees fanned out, hauling carts and spades as they returned to work on this mysterious plot.

Finishing the rest of the fruit, Grant tossed the stem into the nearby stream. The plopping noise it made in the moving water drew his gaze to it and he was reminded of the magician and his little companion who had made it months before. It occurred to him that the transformed row was also the closest to the canal and he briefly wondered whether or not that boy's magic had something to do with it.

Grant fished another fruit from the soil, not bothering to clean it. No matter, maybe he would send someone to inquire about the lad's role in all this later. Right now he had work to do.

Nobles are always looking for the newest thing to waste their money on and to Grant's knowledge this fruit was in a category all of its own, even if it did taste like beets. He'd pack it up and bring it to the nearest major city, sending samples to the local big wigs. Once they got a taste he was sure they'd pay handsomely for it.

What Grant didn't realize was the mysterious fruit had already begun to change him. The corrupting influence, though diluted, would continue to build with each bite. He and anyone else who partook would welcome every twisting step as their bodies and minds metamorphosized into the winged creature that spawned the preternatural produce.

"Got a feeling things are going to get a lot more interesting around here!" He boomed to no one in particular.

And he had no idea how right he would be.



Lakeside Love



Two college students find their sexuality 

"See you here or at your truck?" Pat suggested to Roger. 

"In the parking lot sounds fine... Ok see you in a while sweet thing." 

As they left the cafeteria he put a hand behind her and softly rubbed her butt, one finger curled in and pressing in her skirt. 

"Will you behave yourself?" Pat said, while inside she had enjoyed the cheeky move. 

Pat came out of class, and headed for the doors to the parking lot. There was Roger sitting in his old Chevy truck, the radio on the local station, playing the usual rock music that was standard fair for most of the students. 

As she strolled up he looked up and waved. Walking round to the passenger side she hopped in, and sidled over the bench seat, and sat right next to him. 

"So how was your class today, not to heavy?" Roger asked. Leaning to kiss her on the cheek. 

"No not really, pretty much all we did was revise what we had last time. That's fine by me. At least now I have better understanding of the basics. How was the drafting?' 

"Not bad, I find it really interesting, my problem was that I kept seeing the sexy goings on you told me about in McDonalds. You know Rhonda and Curtis. Did he really have a hand in her jeans? I just want to drop by home for a sec and then we'll go get the subs OK" 

"Ok. Yes he did and I saw them on the way here. They were necking in the hall like crazy. They are a hot item for sure. I get warm just seeing them. Pat said squirming on the seat. 

"Is that what's called compatibility?" Roger replied 'Chuckle chuckle'. 

"It's something for sure, and they're enjoying it." 

They drove out of the parking lot and on the way to his home. Steering with one hand and the other on Pats bare knee. She put her hand on his but didn't move it. Pulling up in the driveway he said, "want to come in, I'll only be a minute," 

"No I'll wait here for you." Pat replied softly. 

Roger left and went into the house, and after a few minutes came out with a tote bag. He put the things behind the seat got into the truck. 

As they drove into the Subway parking lot Roger said. "Yeh let's get our subs. What do you want to drink a cold drink or a coffee?" After a pause he suggested. "What say we get milk shakes on the way to the lake?" 

"A coke will be fine for me." Pat said. 

"I'm having a Italian BMT sub which would you like?" 

"Mm good question, I'm not sure right now, Pat, said... A flatbread sandwich I think with turkey. All the usual stuff I have. And just pepper." She said after a pause. 

"Ok sit tight and I'll be back shortly." He said as he got out of the truck. 

He came back with the drinks and subs. There was a small cooler behind the seat. And he put the food in it and closed the lid, and got in. 

They drove out of the parking lot and away to the lake. 

"The lady that served you looked as miserable as sin." Pat said. 

"Must be having a bad day I guess." He said, as he put a hand down on her knee squeezing it playfully. Applying a bit of pressure on the inside of her thigh. As a result her leg pressed against his. 

As they drove she put her arm around his shoulders and stroked his ear and ruffled his hair. She bent her leg and proceeded to put her foot up on dashboard. Her skirt slid down her thighs. 

Her legs apart his hand was now lower down on her leg. The warmth radiating off of it was exciting to him. His fingers were barely touching her, as he caressed her thigh. His caresses very slowly moved toward her crotch. 

Pat was nervously enjoying the attention, which had got her pulse racing. and made her lips dry. 

As she stroked his neck, her other hand moved from the seat into her lap. Coming to rest at the edge of her skirt, which she crumpled in her fingers. Opening her hand, Her fingers touched his in between her thighs. She moved it touched his fingers. Moving her hand till it touched the front of her panties. As though tempting Roger to follow. 

His finger slowly traced a line behind hers, where he enclosed her fingers in his. Gently squeezing her hand, he rubbed it against the warm material. This was too much for her, nervously she held onto to his hand, slowly pulled his hand away and laid it on top of her thigh. Where He lightly rubbed her leg. 

When they got to the junction that they needed Roger took the road that took them to the old farm where they had stopped at before. He parked behind the old barn. There the truck now wasn't visible from the road. 

Getting out Pat took the bag from behind the seat and he got the cooler. 

It was a ten-minute walk down the deserted logging trail. They strolled along hand in hand "This is a pretty wood. I wonder why there are no gnarly bushes here?" Pat asked 

"A good question. Maybe the loggers cleared them out. It's nice not having to avoid them though." he replied. 

The path was winding its way through a forest of aspens. Which were Thicker in some spots than in others. The odd clumps of wild flowers were growing freely among them. 

Rounding a rock outcrop twinkling water could be seen through the trees. Coming out of the wooded area onto a grassy area that gently sloped down to the waters edge. 

"It's just as I remembered it" Pat said as she dropped her handbag A few yards from the trees. "I need to pee," she said as she half turned she slipped her hands under her skirt and hoisted it. Slipping out of her panties. Holding them as she squatted and peed a steady sparkling stream into the grass. When she was finished she stepped away and slipped her panties back on and strolled to where Roger had spread a blanket on the grass. 

As Pat got to him he was stripping his t-shirt off. 

"Me thinks its going to be my turn to have to pee before too long" he said as he roughly folded his shirt and put it on top of the tote bag at the top end of the blanket. 

As he bent down to put the shirt down Pat playfully squeezed his butt. Spinning around he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him, leaning back lifted her off of the ground. Holding her in a bear like hug. 

Slowly letting her down. Her lithe body pressed against him. Releasing her from the hug he moved his arms up, crossing them just below her chest, moving his hands up and on to her breasts. Cupping them gently. 

Pat had one arm down and around his butt and the other was up around his neck. 

Her eyes were closed as she leaned her head back against his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. 

Her hand behind him pulled his hips toward her. She could feel her nipples stiffening as they pressed against her bra and top, under his warm hands 

He gently fondled her soft yet firm breasts. Mmm she purred softly. 

He felt the excitement just like she did. Her nipples became erect with excitement. 

He was becoming a bit aroused as well. 

A bulge slowly developing in his jeans, to the point that it couldn't be denied or hidden. That's if he even wanted to. 

Pat wriggled her hips, rubbing against the excitation, as she pressed her hand against the back of his jeans. "Now who's getting to be excited, em?" She said softly. Twisting her neck Pat kissed him on the ear. 

Sliding a hand down to her waist he slid it under her top, and moved it back up to her bra. Dragging her top with his lower arm. 

Sliding a finger under the lower seam of her bra Roger eased it up over the soft orb, and caressed the warm soft skin of the uncovered breast. Pats hand went from behind him and up to her chest. 

"I think that's far enough sexy lad, hmm." She said as she eased his hand away from her breast. "We are both getting too excited and aroused for my comfort, It felt hot, but a bit too hot" she said softly in a throaty tone. 

Her hips still pressing against him as he stood with his hips pushed slightly forward. 

"You're right, but like you said it feels hot. I think maybe its time to have something to eat then maybe a dip. What do you think?" 

"Well I don't know, I didn't realize that we may be getting wet so I didn't bring a costume, neither did you. Right?" 

"I'll go in my under shorts if I go in". He said as he put an arm around her waist. 

"Really, wow now that is risqué. You are a sexy lad for sure," Pat said, putting a hand over his. 

"It'll work for me and it could for you, why not?" He said as he gently rubbed her tummy. 

"I don't know" Pat whispered, her voice sounded a bit hesitant. This was a new experience that intrigued her and made her a bit embarrassed. His stiff prick pressing against her was intriguing her as well. What would it feel like to hold, and have in you? Her nostrils flared at the sensual visions flashing through her mind. Driving her emotions wild. 

"I need something to drink," she said as she moved to the blanket and sat down. "Boy all this sexy talk, foy I'm all a twitter here." 

"A nice warm day, and really sexy company. Have a dip, I think it would be just right and I bet you'd enjoy it," he said, and without a word he undid his jeans and let them fall to the ground. Bending he took them off and dropped them by the tote bag. "That feels good." He said as he turns and reaches into the front of his shorts and takes hold of his stiff prick. Easing it out he knelt down by the blanket. He half turned and peed an arcing stream out into the grass. As he finished he stroked his hard on. Leaving it sticking out of his shorts. He lay down on the blanket next to a very nervous Pat. "Now this feels nice." He said as he reached out and took her hand. "Lay down and soak up some rays sweet one. Take your skirt and top off and get some real rays." 

"This is positively the most daring scene I've been part of, I'm tempted but I don't know" Pat replied as she squeezed Rogers hand. 

He caressed the back of her hand and slowly manoeuvred it so it could touch his erection. "You have such a soft touch sweet one." He left her hand touching him and put his hand on the hem of her skirt and eased it up her thigh slowly. His hand caressed the soft leg. Slowly slid it up to touch her panties softly. As he touched her she was putting a finger and thumb around his prick, in a gentle caress. 

"Here let me help you out of your skirt sweet thing. You'll be a lot more comfortable, and get some sun as well. Half turning on his side he was able to reach around her and undo the button and small zip for her skirt. 

Reluctantly she knelt and let the garment fall around her knees. Sitting back down Roger was able to slip it off of her legs. 

"There isn't that better?" he asked. 

"I guess so, but I feel strange being partly undressed and all." Pat said as she lay down, "I have dreamt of how it would feel to touch you and hold you." She said nervously, having admitted to a fantasy she had had. 

"I've wondered what it would feel like to have you hold me, like you are." Roger said softly as he caressed her breasts through her top. Sitting up he took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it as he said, "let me take this off and let the sun warm your soft sexy body." 

He lifted it up and off her shoulders. She pulled her arms out of the short sleeves. She lay back down. Looking at his erection, a drop of secretion dribbled out of its head. 

He put Pats top with her skirt and lay back down. 

Pat had just sat and starred at him as he disrobed and peed. No words could express the jumble of emotions she experiencing or the excitement running through her either. 

"Do you feel like having a bite and a drink, or would you sooner wait for a while?" He asked. 

"That maybe a good idea, I need something to divert my train of thought right now." Pat said as she sat up and added. "A drink at least." 

"Okay, He opened the cooler saying "yes something to focus on. Here you are sweet one, enjoy." Roger said as he handed her the can of coke and her sub. 

"Thanks sweetie" she said her voice a bit shaky, taking them from him as he sat on the blanket by her." Sexy is right, every which way. Holy." Pat said. "You excite me so much it scares me. Having you close to me. Dressed like you are right now. Is making me really excited. 

Being with you is a lot of fun and exciting, I get really nervous sometimes though, like right now." She said, unwrapping her sub. 

"You are a really sexy girl. And Being with you is such a pleasure, and you are a really interesting person. You excite me a lot as well. I think its because you are so natural." Roger said softly as he looked at her. "Being dressed like I am. Risqué, I have the devil in me and it feels great. Have I shamed you, I hope not," he said. 

It's Risqué for sure. No you haven't shamed me. You shook me that's for sure. You are a hot and sexy lad... "That's nice of you to say that. How am I interesting?" 

"Well you stimulate interesting conversations for one thing. I wonder if Rhonda could do that? I have my doubts." 

They sat quietly and had their food and drinks. When they were finished Roger put the waste paper and empty cans in the cooler and closed it. Then he laid back and gently urged Pat down beside him. His arm around her shoulders, his hand lay on her upper arm. Folding her arm she placed her hand on his arm as it lay on hers. 

"About a year ago I was at a party and a had a bit to much to drink. Well I went on a date that I regret. That memory is always there. One way it's an albatross and in another it's a safeguard for me" she said softly as her hand rubbed his arm. 

"I've kind of been down a same kind of road, only I got really drunk and passed out in a bus shelter. Like you the memory is always there Roger replied. My uncle John said to me later that those things are life's lessons. For us to learn from, I always remember that." 

"He was right wasn't he?" 

"Yes I think so. Some are hard and some are harder. I guess if you remember them you have learnt something... Enough philosophy how about taking a short swim, I have a big towel to dry you with." He said turning to look at Pat. She turned on her side facing him. Her eyes slightly down turned 

"It sounds like fun and would be nice, but I feel embarrassed. I mean just in my underwear." 

"I'll go first" he said as he pecked her on the forehead. Standing he stripped off his t-shirt, and undid his sandals and took them off. Pat looked at him as he stood in front of her. His trim physique just in his under shorts, the erect prick standing proud as it poked through the opening in his under shorts. 

He was about to go for a swim when he thought that he might as well take off his under shorts as well. Pat had seen his prick and caressed it so what was there to hide. 

As he stood facing Pat he wrestled his prick through the opening and pulled the garment down and stepped out of them. Turning he strolled to the waters edge and slowly waded out as he looked down to see what the bottom was as the water got deeper. At waist deep he dove in and swam away out into the lake. 

She sat watching Roger as he strolled along then waded into the water. Her mind was in turmoil as what to do. 

He dove in and swum out into the lake. As he was swimming away, She stood up and slid a hand down over her panties. As she did Roger was turning and swimming back toward the shore. He stood up and wiped the water out of his eyes and looked at her standing by the blanket in her bra and panties. One hand was down in front of her. And one leg slightly bent 

Roger waded out of the water and strolled back to where she was standing, biting her bottom lip nervously. "You look really lovely pretty girl," he said as he arrived at where she was standing Reaching out he took hand her, and stood admiring the picture of demure beauty in front of him. "Yes you are a lovely, really lovely young woman." 

He stepped in front of her and put an arm around her waist gently urged her toward him. She put her head on his wet shoulder as her bra touched his chest. Her heart was pounding. Slowly She put an arm around his shoulders and hugged him nervously to her. His wet skin felt cool against her, yet his nearness felt hot and exciting t. 

Slowly rubbing his back, up and down. He could feel his erection steadily hardening against her. The feeling was both exciting and worrisome to her. The single thought of having fondled it, and possibly having it posses her. The latter part was the part that really excited and scared her. 

The picture of Curtis with his hand in Rhonda's pants flashed across her mind. Instinctively she put a hand around his waist and pressed him to her. Her nostril flared her eyes closed. 

"Oh Roger this so sexy, is it right?" Her words said so softly and her voice a bit shaky. 

"We are getting to know each other. You feel so soft and warm. This could carry on for ever for me" he replied softly as he caressed her lower back just above her panties. 

She let herself be pressed against him. He shifted his feet slightly and as a result his erection rubbed against her even more. 

Pat was feeling excited already and was becoming aroused now. The new excitation was enough for her to lose a dribble of pee in her panties. 

The sensation startled her then aroused her even more. "I feel like I could hold you like this forever as well." Pat said softly and added, "I think I should cool down a bit though. Hopefully my things will dry out enough to wear home." She said as she stepped back 

"You are so lovely." Roger said. He took hold of Pats hand. Bringing it to his lips he kissed it. In a soft warm lingering kiss. 

Now her senses were over the top. No underwear. She had once gone without a bra and felt strange. This idea scared the heck out of her. 

It was arousing her a lot as well. She pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, sliding hers over his in a sexy way. 

"Lets go for a swim". She said as she let her lips part from his. She had to cool off in a big way lest she loose it completely. 

He had shocked her in what he had suggested and made her realize how much she was attracted to him. Taking his hand as they strolled down to the water. 

Switching hands so as to be able to put an arm around his waist while holding his hand in front of her crotch. Roger curled a finger inward and softly rubbed the soft material up and down till they reached the water. 

They waded out to waist depth and both dove in. they swum out into the lake side by side for a bit. Pat turned and swum back toward the shore. 

Dropping her feet in water that came up to her knees, turning she saw Roger swimming toward her. 

"How was that?" He asked as he stood up and waded up to her. Her wet lacy bra had become almost opaque. The darker brown of her nipples and the surrounding areola was showing through, in a misty vision of sensuality, which made one want to see more. 

"It was really nice," she said as she held out her hand to take his as he came up to her. 

"Yes it was indeed, now lets get you dried off. Its warm but I wouldn't want you to get cold. You look really lovely and in a very sexy way" 

"So do you. My 'Adonis'" she said with a cheeky grin on her face. 

She slipped an arm around his waist as they strolled back to their things. 

"Adonis eh, him all man, Roger replied beating his chest with his fists. 

Rrrrrrr he roared. Spinning round he scooped Pat up into his arms and hugged her to him playfully. A cheeky glint in his eye's he said, "you are my slave girl. Me Adonis" 

The move took her totally by surprise and it was amusing to her, she laughed, it was also exciting her senses. 

The fanciful idea and the erotic vision that it evoked was comical and a bit unnerving and very sexy. Being carried off and ravaged by a Greek mythology got her emotions up and running. 

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. A broad smile on her face. 

"Yes I'm your slave, my Adonis," They both laughed as he put her down. 




Lakeside Love



She still had an arm around his shoulders. 

Bending down he picked up the towel and wrapped it around her and began rubbing her back as she dried her front, down to her waist. At which point she turned to face him. 

Roger was drying her abdomen and down to the top hem on the panties. Slowly he progressed down to her crotch. At which point she moved separating legs, easing her hips forward slightly. 

He continued drying her shapely leg down to her ankles; by which time he was kneeling in front of her. As he finished he looked up at her. 

He placed a soft kiss on her panties over her crotch. She gasped with surprise; her eyes wide open as she felt his lips touch her. 

She looked down at the top of his head as he kissed her; a warm excited feeling came over her. 

Putting her hands down she placed them at his shoulders and urged him up. As he stood in front of her Pat hugged him, pressing herself against him, feeling his warmth against her. 

After a few moments She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck softly, taking in his scent. 

Pulling away she bent down and picked up the towel saying softly, "my turn, lets get you dried." 

At which she set about drying his back from head to foot, spinning him around started drying his legs. As she did she glanced up at his erect prick. 

Once again the mixed emotions plagued her. As she dried his thighs he parted his legs. Her hand brushed over his balls. The youthful pubic hair and the virile member above it felt hot to the back of her hand and seemed to twitch at her touching it. "Mmm" He murmured at the touch of her hand on him. 

Getting up Pat dried off the rest of his toned body. 

Stepping back he looked her up and down, a warm cheeky smile on his face. "You are a really lovely and attractive young woman. 

The thought of seeing you nude is overpowering," he said as he stepped back in front of her and put his arms around her. 

Tilting his head he kissed her. As their lips touched his parted and the tip of his tongue brushed her lips, running along them slowly. He pressed it lightly on hers and her lips parted allowing him to probe in-between them. 

Pat put her arms around his waist, moving one up to gently rub his back the other down onto his butt. Squeezing it gently and rubbing it up and down. 

Pressing him against her, his prick felt hot and really stiff as it pressed on her panty-covered crotch. 

He sucked her upper lip into his mouth, running his tongue over it. 

Moving a hand up to her shoulder he eased a finger under her bra strap and slipped it off of her shoulder. 

Pat felt what he was doing and hugged him to her, as he slipped the strap off her shoulder. 

Was she being demure, or attempting to stop him? Or was she getting more aroused at the move. He didn't know. 

Her chest was pressing his in a hot embrace, Her nipples drilling into him. 

Her hand down on his butt clenched him and kneaded his buttocks. Slipping a finger in between his butt cheeks. 

Her tongue snaked into his mouth probing deeply into it. The excitement she was experiencing was driving her on. 

Her legs were feeling a bit wobbly at the knees. Nostrils flared and eyes closed Pat moved slightly side to side, grinding her chest against his. 

Reaching around her Roger slipped a hand down onto her abdomen, caressing it softly. Moving His hand down to touch her panties, as he caressed her gently through them. Gently rubbing his hand up and down. 

His caressed made her wriggle and press her crotch against his hand. 

Turning his other hand over he gently cupped a warm orb fondling, and squeezing it. 

Pat moved her head and rested it on his shoulder purring softly "oh Roger what is happening? This is kind of scary." 

"You feel so good, soft and warm. If we are enjoying each other, that's good isn't it?" He suggested softly adding, "I would like to know all of you intimately. Some time." 

"I think I feel sort of the same way... It's that, I feel embarrassed being like this outside, in the open... You feel so hot and sexy and exciting to me though". She purred softly. Her voice was reflecting the nervousness that she felt. 

Moving his hand and slipping a finger under the bottom hem of her bra gently pulling the filmy garment up and over her warm soft breast. Moving his hand across and completely uncovered her chest. 

Pat pressed herself against him. The warmth of their bare chests pressed together aroused her senses sending a tingling feeling through her. 

His erection was pressing hot and hard against her. Kind of unnerving her, yet was exciting her a lot. 

Gently putting her fingers around his erection. She pressed it against her and wriggled her hips against him. Tilting her hips a bit she rubbed it against her. 

The intimate closeness was arousing Roger as well, his prick was aching. Flexing his knees he pressed the head of his prick against her scantily covered love lips. It pressed in a bit between them only to be stopped by the soft material. 

The feeling got his mojo really running. He had to move away, lest he would cum over her. 

Moving his hand from on her breast Roger put his arm around and reached for the clasp of her bra. His hands fumbled to get it undone. As he did it fell away and hung on the straps that were over her arms, still trapped between them. 

Removing her hand from his butt she let her arm drop to her side and moved away from him. The strap slipped down her arm and off of her hand as it fell away, the rest of the filmy garment fell away from her and hung from the remaining strap. 

Flexing his knees Roger kissed her breast tenderly. Lathering the area around the nipple with his tongue. Sucking it into his mouth and running the back of his tongue around it. Softly caressing it at the same time. 

Mmmm she purred through her teeth as she sucked air in. Her heart was pounding with excitement. Her legs were feeling wobbly. 

She put her arms loosely around his neck. Her emotions were racing with a raw lust. Her cunt was getting so aroused and becoming really wet. 

She put a hand behind his head as he sucked her breast "you are driving me wild with your sexy caresses, I don't know how much more I can stand." She murmured running her fingers through his hair 'oooohh' she wailed softly pressing him onto her excited breast 

Roger let a hand drop down to her abdomen and softly rubbed the front of her panties. 

Flexing a finger he ran it down past his prick to her hot hidden love lips. His finger partially slipped between them, the soft wet material stopped it. Running it up and down he caressed them and her excited love bud. 

As he did Pat squirmed, pushing her hips toward his finger and squirmed some more. 

He let her wet breast out of his mouth with a soft plop. Dropping his other arm he crouched and got down on his knees. Sliding down her front, leaving a wet trail down to the hem of her panties. 

Nervously she looked down at him as he kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her panties a finger gently rubbing the area over her excited love lips. Her emotions were ablaze with lusty sexual images and thoughts. She gingerly put a hand on his head tousling his hair with her fingers, trailed her fingers down to trace the line of his ear and back to muss his hair some more. 

His finger was working magic over her love bud. 

She moved her hips back and forth. Putting pressure on it each time she came forward. After a few movements she pressed forward again silently urging him on. His finger was close to her thigh as she eased her hips forward. 

His finger slipped past the edge of the now really wet garment. He slid another past the edge and gingerly slid them into her hot wet cunt,"Oh god" she said in a hoarse voice as she clamped her thigh together, trapped his fingers inside of her. 

Her hand was grabbing his hair as in desperation yet asserting some downward and forward pressure on it. Bringing it closer to her love nest. He leant forward slowly and kissed the warm soft wet material that covered her aroused love bud, inhaling her sensual womanly scent. 

As he was rubbing his lips over her, she relaxed her legs and he slid his fingers out of her. 

Reaching up putting a hand on the hem of her panties. Slipping a finger in the top he slowly pulled them down over her curvy hips letting them fall to the ground. 

Her crinkly love lips were all puffy and wet, her secretions still dribbling out from between them. And the nub of her sexuality protruded partially from its cover. It was like a small pink prick, waiting to be caressed and suckled. 

Pat looked down as Roger was leaning forward to caress her love bud. She was both embarrassed excited at watching him and yet wanting to watch all the more, her emotions were all so muddled up. 

He put a hand on her hips and urged her toward him. His lips softly kissed her pink clit as it sheltered in between its excited cover. She put her hands on his head thinking to move his head away, her movements in fact held his head against her to stimulate her all the more. 

Her knees were becoming weaker as she became more and more aroused. Roger gently sucked her clit and stroked it with the back of his tongue. Moving his lips he sucked her love lips and ran his tongue over them. After a short time he poked it into her and savoured the flavour of her. 

Pats knees all but collapsed. The sexual excitement of the cunt licking and kissing was taking control. She knelt down in front of him and put her arms around his shoulders. He put his arms around her waist. Their bodies touched and then pressed gently against one another. "I want you" Was all she said. Putting her head on his shoulder. Pat whispered as her head lay on Rogers shoulder. "Please be gentle". 

He slowly stood up and pulled her up. They stood close together, their arms around each other. 

"The last thing I want is to hurt you sweet girl. I want you too. To feel your soft warmth and passion surround me. He replied softly kissing her hair softly. To feel you caressing me is a wonderful feeling. If I can just make you feel the same way I could ask for no more." 

"You're caressing me is a feeling like nothing I've had before. Your kissing and sucking my tits was so very sexy and exciting. I think I peed a bit. When you touched me I thought I'd explode... Kiss Me," she said as her head turned and she faced him. As their lips touched she closed her eyes and put a hand behind his head and pressed her lips onto his 'mmm' she purred. 

Pressing his hips forward, his stiff prick pressed against her, he flexed his knees very slightly positioning it to press against her love lips. Putting a hand down he slipped its head in to her hot wet cunt, "mmm" she moaned as her lips parted and her tongue snaked into his open mouth 

Roger moved his hand up to fondle her breast and knead it in his hand. He pushed his hips forward and his prick slid deeper into her quivering cunt Pulling her lips away she gasped excitedly "Oh fuuck, you feel so good in me. Crush my tits... Fuck that feels so good... Oh fuck I feel whorish and I love the feeling... Fill me with your hard hot cock; my Adonis fucks the crap out of me... Listen to me. Shit I'm turning into a Rhonda. I feel sexy. 

I'd love for you to give me a warm pee shower." He said just a little awkwardly. I feel like I'm about to cum, your pussy is so hot and tight around me. It feels like you are sucking me off, I'd better get out of you I don't want to get you into trouble" 

"You stay were you are, I want you in me when you cum...You really want me to pee over you, aw wow now that is sexy. Its raunchy hehe," 

"Oh baby, baby... ugh, suck me dry sweet girl suck it dry, he exclaimed as his climax shot three wads of cum into her hot wet cunt. "Now I know how much of a novice at making love I am." He gasped breathlessly. 

"Kiss me you sexy man, that felt awesome. Oh fuck I'm your woman slave." She said all excited her hand on his butt, holding his prick in her. Her mouth wide open as there lips met, Her tongue shot into his mouth and wrapped around his tongue in a wanton carnal, sexy oral dance. 'Mmmm' came from deep within her. 

As they stood pressed together her chest bore into his. Her nipples very aroused and swollen, hot against him. 

After several minutes Pat moved her hand allowing his now semi erect prick to slip out of her and the remains of his creamy cum to drip off of her love lips. As they had been standing locked in each other's arms his cum had trickled out and down her legs. Roger slowly slid his arms down Pats body till his hands were on her hips. Trailing soft kisses down her neck and over her breasts. 

He sucked on each hot and swollen nipple "fffmmm" escaped her lips as he did. 

He sank to his knees as he continued kissing down over her abdomen to her puffy hot cunt, His cum dribbled down her thighs and hung on the wrinkly swollen protruding lips. 

Putting his hands behind her and pulled her to him he sucked her love lips savouring the mix of their love juices. Slowly he moved up and lathered her love bud and sucked it, lathering it some more with saliva. 

Pat put her hands on his shoulders to steady her. "Oh baby, fuck that feels good" Her legs slightly flexed at the knee and her thigh parted a bit. "Best let me lie down before I fall down on top of you," she said softly and excitedly as she ran a hand through his hair. 

Lying down on the blanket and spreading her legs and lifted them so as to let him get between them. Dropping her feet on his back, putting a hand on the back of his head and the other on an aching breast. "I want your sexy lips on me," She whispered in a wavering voice that was full of emotion. 

Roger was sucking her love lips briefly then he said as he looked up. "Baby I want you're cum all over my face. Make me all wet sweet one, pee on me my sexy girl." 

Slipping two fingers into her he lapped her clit and sucked it as he finger fucked her. Curling his fingers inside her love canal She pulled on his head, pressing it against her cunt. Her arousal increasing more and more, her heart was pounding. Her hips writhing, pushing upward toward his face "Fuck me baby mmm, OH GOD aaahh... I'm coming aaaahhh," she gasped as her hips convulsed and jerked. Her climax came in a series of shudders, 

Her love juices were squirting out of her erupting cunt, in hot spurts onto the blanket and over his fingers. 

A slippery shower of her passion, that ran from her burning cunt. He lapped it up, along with the last of his cum that was still in her and on her. 

"Oh Rog that was incredible" she gasped all out of breath and panting. 

He got on the blanket at her side and lay down, laying his arm over her with his hand on her hot puffy love nest. She laid a hand on his; no further acclimation necessary, their passion and first real sexual experience was enough. They were a man and woman.



Lakeside Lovemaking



We walk together along the little forest path. It's early afternoon and the sun is high, sun rays shining through the canopy. It's warm, but not hot, in the half shade provided by the fragrant and wonderfully green trees. I watch your flowing long hair and sense the faint scent of your perfume. As I walk behind you, I take in the shapes of your body. Your lovely breasts, filling out the thin shirt. Occasionally, peeking over your shoulder, looking down, I see the skin at the base of your tits where you have opened a button. Your but is invitingly filling out your cut off jeans.

Finally we arrive at my designated destination, a little glade beside a small lake. Quickly I spread our blanket on the ground and sit down beside you. Looking into your eyes I see an unspoken demand. My heart beats harder when I lean forward to kiss you. Very gently I let my lips touch yours. You answer my kiss and I feel the tip of your tongue meet mine. Taking your head into one hand I deepen our kiss as you lie back on the blanket. My other hand gently traces your body, moving to unbutton your shirt. As the sides of your shirt fall to the ground I take in the sight of your firm naked breasts. Gently, I place my hand around one of your inviting tits, holding it as move my mouth down to let you sense my hot breath on the nipple. You make a small sound of pleasure as I take your nipple between my lips, wetting it throughly, tickling it with my tongue.

I feel your nipple harden between my lips as you move your hand over my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as you go along. Arriving at my shorts you stop teasingly a little while. Lifting my head from your breast I see the smile on your face as you continue to move your hand over the fabric of my shorts. As I take your other breast into my mouth I can feel your fingers probing my growing bulge. You trace the contours of your prize for a little while before starting to unbuckle my belt.

Now you sit up and put a hand on my chest, nudging my to lie down. Sitting on your knees beside my, you open the buttons in my shorts without hesitation. Gently, you insert your hand to liberate my still growing rod. In a swift movement you pull my shorts and boxer shorts down to my ankles, leaving my lying on my back with my cock eagerly pulsating in the pleasantly warm sunshine. Expertly as always you grab around the base of the my shaft with one hand as you let the other slide along the inside of my thighs to end up tickling my balls.

Slowly stroking me up and down you lean forward. Without touching it with your mouth, you drop some saliva on the gleaming head for lubrication. Slowly you let the tip of your index finger trace the rim of the glans before you continue to stroke for a little while.

Satisfied my cock is as hard as it will get, you quickly stand up to remove your shorts. Naked, you again stand on your knees beside me and reach for my throbbing shaft. While locking my gaze, you continue to stroke me. At the same time you move your other hand down between your legs, extending your index finger as it passes through your beautiful triangle of thick black hair. In the corner of my eyes I see how you part your pussy lips with your finger, inserting it deeply inside you.

I cannot help breaking out of your gaze to watch your fingers play with your pussy. I can see your moisture gleam in the sunlight. Still slowly stroking my cock you watch me for a little while as you insert two fingers deep into your pussy, collecting as much of your juices as you can. Smiling you hold out your soaked fingers to my face. The widely erotic scent of your aroused sex sends redoubled shivers down my spine. I wordlessly open my mouth as you let me taste your arousal.

I feel an overwhelming need to taste you properly. Reaching out with my hand I take hold of your but, guiding you closer to me. Willingly, you straddle my head with your knees, lowering your pussy towards my face. The potent scent of your wetness again redoubles my arousal. As I touch your pussy lips with the lips of my mouth I feel you take my cock into your hand. Almost at the same instant as my tongue start tracing the rim of your pussy lips, travelling towards your clit, I feel the wetness of your tongue engulf the glans of my cock.

Before, the awareness of the surrounding nature has heightened my excitement. Now, the world narrows down to only your hot pussy, being vigorously liked and fingered by me, and to my hard cock, being sucked and fucked by your warm, pleasant mouth. Suddenly I feel the tension in your body raise. Your grip around my cock tightens as I suck your clit between my lips and rapidly move my fingers in and out of your drenched pussy. Feeling your orgasm approach also I tension. You start to shudder and I feel how your pussy squeezes my fingers. I feel waves of pleasure rip through my body. Suddenly, hot streams of thick cum start to spurt into your warm, waiting mouth. Eagerly you swallow my sperm as it fills your mouth. Equally eager, I continue to suck your clit, tasting your juices that are all over my face. You let go of my cock and raise, moaning loudly as a second orgasm sweeps through your body.

Spent, we lie side by side. I watch you and see how some of my cum has escaped your mouth to your chin and cheeks. Taking my finger I gently collect the small trickles, returning them to your waiting mouth. Smiling you swallow whatever I can collect. When I can collect no more, I kiss you deeply. I can feel the taste cum in your mouth and hold you tightly. Breaking off the kiss you take my now flaccid cock into your hand. Squeezing gently, you collect a last large drop of cum on your hand. Having felt the taste of cum in your mouth, I don't hesitate when you offer your hand to my mouth. Using my tongue, I clean your fingers, taking what cum there is into my mouth, tasting it, swallowing it.

Close together we lay back on our blanket, letting the warm sunshine bathe on our naked bodies. Turning against you, I utter the first word anyone has spoken since we arrived at the glade -- "I love you".



Lakeside Lovers



My hands shaking, my stomach full of butterflies, I reached to the overhead compartment and retrieved my bag. I hoped I didn't appear to be as nervous as I really was. I followed the line of people heading to the door. My mind on possibilities, making our way to the gate. As we passed through the hall coming to the end, I could hear greetings. Families meeting their loved ones, exclaiming their happiness for their reunion. I wondered if you'd recognize me. I wondered if I'd recognize you. I thought back to the months of emails and chats we've had. It all started so innocently, how did it come this far? Then my heart reminds me why.

As I scan the crowd, a familiar face stops me dead in my tracks. I had no idea the power this moment would have. Your eyes met mine, and the two of us stood frozen. I could hear people around me, yet you're the only one I see. Slowly, your lips curl into a knowing grin. Your relaxed look eases my tension and I'm able to move forward again, every small step closing the gap between us.

"How was your flight, my lovely lady?" you ask, as you take my hand, kissing my knuckles.

The pictures you had sent me had lied. For months I had admired your handsome frame and warm smile, but as much as I had admired you then, couldn't compare to the way you stopped my heart now. Your deliberate moves much like a bird in flight, so natural, so determined, and yet graceful and smooth. I notice a glimmer in your eyes that had never shown in the photos, a treasure I'm happy to find in person.

You led me through the crowded airport and to the parking lot where your car awaited. When you opened the door, you grabbed something off the front seat. "What do ya got in there," I asked. You turned around, handing me a dozen of the most beautiful roses I'd ever seen. My heart turning to liquid, I smiled up at you and kissed your cheek, thanking you for the romantic gesture.

We climbed into the car, and you began driving, telling me that you were so happy I had decided to come. We exchanged excited stares through out the ride, and when we finally arrived at our destination, you ran around the car to my side to take my hand as I got out. A clichéé sort of gesture, yet ever so appreciated none the less.

I stepped out of the car and took in my surroundings. It was as if we had arrived inside a painting. The cottage sitting about ten feet from a sandy private beach, and behind the cottage was a beautiful forest. You explained to me that the cottage had been in your family for years as you took my bag and led me inside the tiny wooden home. 

I could see you had taken considerable time making the place inviting for me. There were fresh Lilacs in small vases around the room, the scent lingering every where I walked. There were many many candles around the room, varying in sizes and colors, some left unlit, while others burning brightly. The place had an air of manliness, yet I couldn't help but notice how you tried all you could to bring out some of the more feminine things that I imagined you felt I would feel more comfortable with having around. I giggled as my eyes drifted to a chalkboard, about the size of a large picture, sitting on the table near the kitchen. You had made me a welcome sign. How sweet, I thought. I looked to you and found you staring. You had a slightly embarrassed look on you.

"Oh, its so beautiful! Thank you. I can tell you went to great lengths to make me feel at home," I said, smiling brightly. The look on your face softened, your eyes lit up, and you smiled broadly. 

"I'm glad you like it," you told me happily. 

We settled in, you gave me the "25 cent" tour, and then we made our way out to the deck overlooking the lake. The sun gave into the moon's persistence, and granted us a romantic setting. The breeze circled and embraced us, and the stars laid out their evening blanket of glitter. 

Agreeing that it was getting a little chilly, you ran inside and grabbed a soft blanket. We cuddled up on the deck swing under the blanket and just enjoyed the moon's dance on the water. I was grateful for this chance to get close to you. I could smell your clothes, your shampoo, your aftershave, all mixed together arousing my senses. I could feel a wetness between my legs, just as I noticed you trying to adjust yourself, trying not to let me catch on. I giggled, but when I looked into your eyes, all the silliness was gone. Only a deep yearning was there. I was suddenly aware of how my nipples had hardened and pressed against my lace bra. I made a silent prayer that you would take me into your arms and kiss me then. Kiss me and make love to me like no other man has ever made love to me.

As if you could hear my prayer, you answered it by leaning in and pressing your lips to mine. Softly, as if testing the waters. Small, sweet kisses, growing deeper, more desperate, needing to be one with the other. Your strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and your lips parting mine, our tongues intertwined. You brought your hands up to cradle my face between them as you kissed me.

You seemed to read my every thought, my every want, my every need. Your hands roamed my body, tentatively at first, sort of asking for my permission without using words, before moving further each time. My body only answering in a continuous yes. 

Moments later, you stood and took my hand, leading me to the warm sandy beach. You laid out the blanket and I took my place upon it. The chilly air no longer bothering us, for our need for each other was keeping us more than warm enough. We kissed and stroked, our clothes coming off somewhere in the midst of our playing. 

As you closed your lips around my pink nipple for the first time, I shuddered and squealed. You certainly knew what you were doing. 

"I've waited so long to taste you. I dreamed of how wonderful your flavor would be. May I now?" you whispered. I rose up, letting you lay on your back, and straddled your face. You wasted no time in taking my clit into your mouth. No teasing, just immediate surrender. I stayed there for a few moments, poised on my knees, enjoying the lashing your tongue was giving me. The moonlight shining down on your hardness, I couldn't resist. I leaned forward, taking your warm shaft in my hand, I licked around the base, working my way to the tip. My tongue moved steadily from side to side. With my eyes closed, I made a mental picture, memorizing your dick with my tongue. I placed my lips at the tip, and ran my tongue across them tasting you and wetting my lips at the same time.

As I took you into my warm mouth, I felt the vibrations of your gratified moan in my pussy. You were a master on licking. I was beginning to have trouble moving my lips up and down your shaft because of the extreme amount of pleasure you were giving me. I could feel the glorious tension growing inside me, and within seconds, I was moaning loudly on your hard cock, my pussy spasming over your lips. You seemed to be relishing in this and I could feel your member growing even harder. 

Once I was in control of my senses again, I pulled my self off of you and turned the opposite way. I just had to have that gorgeous cock of yours buried deep in my canal. I positioned myself over your throbbing head, and lowered myself gently, enjoying the thickness spreading my pussy lips apart. Inch by wondrous inch, I took you in. I loved the way you looked, so content, and so excited. Once I was completely filled, I sat there, smiling down at you.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are in the moonlight?" you asked me. I just smiled and began moving my hips, not up and down, but forward and back. I could feel your rod tilting inside me. My lips were spread wide, and my clit was rubbing against your pelvis. Forward, I rocked, I squeezed my muscles. Back, I rocked, I released my muscles. Forward, and my pussy squeezed twice. Back, and my pussy released. Forward, and back, repeating the pattern over and over, increasing the times of squeezes with each forward movement. You looked surprised at the muscle control on your throbbing cock. I giggled at the surprised, yet incredibly satisfied look you had. 

My body began moving up on the backward movements, and soon I was riding and rocking at the same time. My body had taken over, I had no control on what I was doing, only a drive to have more. I threw my head back, and you took hold of my bouncing tits. When you took my nipples between your fingers and squeezed, I went over the edge. My whole body shook as I screamed out your name, and my pussy grabbed your cock. Over and over, I could feel my insides massaging your dick, trying desperately to take you deeper, to keep you there. 

You pulled me to you and rolled us over. You kissed me tenderly, slowly moving your stiff prick between my pussy lips. Your moves were so graceful, I savored the moment. Your chest pressed to mine, Your hips moving rhythmeticly. You had your arms above my shoulders, stroking my hair as we kissed. I could feel you push yourself deep into my folds. You pulled back out slightly, and then pushed back in.... You pulled out slightly more than last time, and pushed back in a little harder.... You pulled back out even more and pushed harder than the last... You pulled back out, almost completely out of my warm box, and then shoved your cock, deep and hard, back into me. With every thrust back in, I let out a sigh of approval, begging you for more. 

Of coarse you were happy to oblige, pushing your hardness deep within me. Suddenly, you got a wicked grin on your face. You pulled my legs up and rested my calves on your shoulders, still nearly lying on me. I was completely folded in half, but I was so comfortable. I was quite surprised when I found that you could go even deeper in this position. The head of your dick was tickling me from the inside. Your cock had found my most tender spot within, and was pushing me to the brink of reality. I looked to the stars and let my body play out the song that my heart held within. As I came, I could feel my juices flowing around you and down my ass, a tidal wave of passion.

Your cock grew even harder, slightly engorging the size more. You pushed into me deeply, and suddenly I could feel your searing hot semen gushing against my cervix, coating the inside of my pussy. You pushed into me again, and another hot load rushed into my canal. You pushed again, and my pussy drank yet another load of your hot liquid. You pushed one last time, your cock twitching, emptying it's last drop of the evidence of your passion.

You stayed there, holding me in that position, rocking slightly, kissing my lips, my nose, my eyelids. I was content to stay there all night, if you so wanted to. I was simply at peace.

Eventually, you pulled your self from me and I lowered my legs, rolling onto my side as you held me in your arms in a perfect spoon position. We fell asleep there on the beach, the moon shining down on us, the stars as our only blanket, and the gentle breeze off the lake caressing our skin. Sometime later, you woke me, moving your hardness against my backside. We made love there on that beach many times that night, enjoying each other and pleasuring each other to no end.

I thought to myself, on the plane trip back home, how happy I was that I had chose to come out to meet you. We made a promise to each other as we kissed goodbye to make a habit of this meeting, for we both knew we could never be apart for long.