0 comments/ 47028 views/ 1 favorites Love On The Rock By: Woodmonkey I make love to a big wonderful woman on a large moss covered rock in the woods on a warm Indian-summer day. I met her on the train from D.C. We shared a seat next to a large window. Somehow a conversation started. It was a long ride and we ended up talking about the passing scenery and discovered a mutual love of nature and the outdoors. Lola and I introduced ourselves just before leaving the train. She gave me her number and said to call if I wanted to talk some more. I phoned Lola several times in the following weeks. During one conversation, I asked her if she would like to go for a drive in the country. Lola told me she had hoped to see me again and that she would love to get out of the City for a while. We made arrangements to meet early that Saturday morning. It was the end of October and the weather was unusually mild and warm. I picked her on a corner near her building. We stopped to get food and drink for the trip and started on our way. I told Lola I owned property in the mountains and hadn't fully explored it. Lola said she was excited about doing some exploring with me. She said it with a little smile that said a whole lot more. Thirty minutes after I picked Lola up we were outside of the city limits. We were now on the thruway surrounded by lush open country. We talked about many of the things we liked and the fall colors on the foliage all about us as I drove. Lola is not beautiful. She has rather plain features, but she looked great on this day. Lola was six years younger than I, in her early forties. But she could pass for ten years younger. She was divorced the year before and never had children. She stands five feet ten inches and weighs about 175lbs. Her big legs are long and shapely. I especially like her heart shaped ass and wide hips. Lola's large firm breasts, and waist-length strawberry blond hair are real eye catchers. Lola's eyes are a beautiful watery blue. With her little upturned nose and full lips, she's quite attractive. Lola opened her window and raised both hands to her hair to let it out of the bun she had it rolled up in. Her hair was now free to be blown about by the rushing air. I could see that she was really enjoying this outing. She was aglow and as radiant as the foliage around us. I couldn't help glancing at her large body, the jut of her breasts and outline of her pant covered legs as I drove. We drove along the scenic route with the Delaware River to the left and the overhanging rock face to our right. Lola moved her body closer to me as I drove. Her body exuded the light herbal fragrance of expensive bath salts. I told her I loved her fragrance and how she was affecting my driving. She smiled and asked if I needed to take a break. I told her that I would be alright as we didn't have far to go. A few minutes later, I turned off the route and onto to road that led to my lot. Tall hemlocks and telephone poles lined the curving road all the way up. The car kicked up a lot of dust from the unpaved road. There hadn't been any rain for a week…so the forest was the forest was a little dry. It was very quiet. The only sounds were the gentle rustle of tree leafs, the buzz of a few insects, and our breathing. The sun was high in the clear Autumn sky. The trees and wild flowers displayed their colors in near blinding brilliance. I pulled the car off the road onto my property. It was cool but still too warm for a jacket. So I left it along with hers in the car. We walked into the woods less than two hundred feet, looked back and could not see the car where it was parked for the denseness of the forest. We walked another five hundred feet before coming upon a very large piece of gray shale in a small clearing. It was like stepping into a room inside this large forest house. The flat rock was about ten feet in diameter with a large pad of moss on its top. The moss was bright green in color and very thick. It looked like someone had brought this deep pile carpet…laid it on top of this large flat rock deep here in the woods… then went away forgetting to take it up. The rock sat in the middle of the little clearing, surrounded by towering hemlocks, sweet gums, and maple trees. My companion had walked ahead of me at times. Which allowed me to observe her as we moved through the forest. I watched the fluid sway of her full luscious body as she stepped over stones, moved around trees and under branches. Lola moved with all the ease, grace, and suppleness of a dancer. I couldn't stop the lascivious thoughts that raced through my mind. Lusty scenarios unfolded in my reverie watching her maneuver her long limbs. The thick carpet of moss on top of the rock had given me ideas. Suddenly Lola stopped and turned to me. The way she did it made me think that she had somehow intercepted my thoughts. She looked up into my eyes saying, "thank you for sharing this with me." Lola leaned in to give me a light kiss on the cheek, then gently on the lips. I was stopped in my tracks by the suddenness of her moves. I was caught flat footed with my arms hanging loosely at my sides. The surprise along with all that was going through my mind must have shown on my face. Lola's smile was briefly changed to a quizzical look…then just as suddenly her face softened. With lips slightly parted…Lola tilted her head and wrapped her arms around my neck…drawing us tightly together and kissed me passionately. My arms shot up enclosing her in them as I seized the moment. We stood there, our bodies melded by the heat of our ignited emotions. Lola pulled back just enough to speak. "I love your big lips," she was saying," they're so warm and soft." My hands got busy. I caressed her upper and lower back. Then I spread my palms to cup her full round kaki covered ass… pulling her lush body close…I returned her kiss. I kneaded the generous globes with my fingers…pulled her hips closer yet to feel all the warmth and softness of her for the first time. First light and gently, I probed her sweet lips with my tongue seeking entry. Emboldened when she parted her lips, I thrust my eager tongue beyond like a lance and found hers waiting there to duel. Lola met my kiss with such fervor that it made my head swim in lust for her. We stayed lip locked for many minutes. The sound of our breathing blended in and then slowly drowned out all the other sounds around us. My body was telegraphing my arousal to her. My manhood throbbed within the confines of my pants and beat a steady tattoo against her belly and thighs. Lola moaned, her lips forming a smile as we broke our kiss. Lola looked at me through passion filled eyes. I looked back saying, "I want you." "I know," she said with a smile. "I can tell." Her arms were still around my neck. Her kisses were warming us up. Lola loves to kiss. Acting like it was an audition, this hopeful unloaded her arsenal of kissing techniques on me. This was oral seduction in its highest form, especially the way she sucked on my tongue, and nibbled lightly on my lips. The way Lola performed, she was about to be the leading lady in my upcumming production. I was fully aroused. I had to have her. I cupped her full, firm ass with my left hand as my right hand closed around her covered left breast. Her nipple dug it's way into my palm. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, quietly as I nibbled her ear lobe. I wanted to be sure she understood that I meant to have her, here and now! "No…no…please…don't stop" she said and moved her hands down to squeeze my swollen manhood where it strained inside my pant leg. Next she brought her hands up to loosen my belt buckle. My jeans became a pile around my ankles. The large tent in my briefs evidenced my arousal. I stepped out of my hiking boots…not releasing her…kicking them and the jeans aside. Lola was wearing a beige pullover. I took her arms…lifting them so that they were up out of the way…grabbed the bottom of her blouse and lifted…baring her breasts. I let the loose blouse slide down her long fiery hair to a heap behind her. Lola's breasts bounced in opposite arcs, big, round, and high on her chest. They didn't need support and she didn't wear any this day. The crisp Autumn air caused goose bumps to form on them. Her bullet shaped nipples was already hard from excitement. I cupped her tits…delighting in the way they filled my hands…tweaked the half inch nipples before they were again mashed into my chest as Lola resumed with her kisses. While we were busy kissing each other we were also looking for a comfortable spot to continue our activities. The ground where we stood was rocky with ferns everywhere. Not the best spot for what we had in mind. The rock stood in the little clearing like a giant bed in nature's bedroom. The top of the rock was nearly four and a half feet from the ground and appeared to have been moved to this place by the same glaciers that carved out the River valley. Without much discussion, we looked around and found a way up the rock. I went first, then helped Lola up. Once on top, we completed our hurried undressing. Each removal made difficult by our constant kissing. Shirts…pants…socks… shoes…and underwear were all hastily cast aside as our kisses intensified. We kicked our clothing to a bare spot on the rock still kissing and groping each other. Our hands explored each others' body with lips locked. I felt down her soft belly to the juncture of her thighs, exploring the furry mound. She had remained natural…not changing what she was given…her full plush bush felt like Mink. I traced a line through the hot furriness to the opening, gently with my fingertips. Her thighs parted momentarily and then shut tightly around my hand, enclosing her treasure box within my palm. Lola held my hand captive while it was bathed in warmth and moisture. Lola looked down at this point and gasped at the sight of my naked ebony pole. It was pointing straight out… striking her below her belly button…shinning and jerking in the sunlight. I measure eight and a half inches long and five inches around normally. But it must have exceeded that. I felt longer and harder than ever. Lola's hands latched onto my very stiff cock and held it while our tongues were playing tag. Lola started kissing her way down my neck and chest and lowered herself into a kneeling position, all the while holding onto my rigid rod. Speaking between kisses, Lola was saying that she wanted me since the day we met on the train. Lola told me that it was my voice…the deep resonance of it had captured her interest. She said when I spoke…parts of her body vibrated in a very sensuous way. Lola admitted that she never thought we would have this moment after I told her I was married. I love my wife…but she had neglected me lately leaving me frustrated…to the point where my physical needs had to be addressed. I'm not a masturbator…so Lola appeared in my life at just the right moment. Lola pulled on my erection as she leaned back on her haunches, bringing it to her hot little mouth. Lola flicked her tongue over the tip. She probed the slit with the tip of her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that pooled there. Then ran her open mouth and tongue down the sides and then up the underside, kissing and sucking on the large vein all the way back to the head. She made my shaft grow longer and harder, licking around the edges of my dark purple crown. Lola drew my love muscle into her mouth and proceeded to suck it like she was trying to draw her last meal. "mmmmmm…hummmmmf" Lola murmured around my imprisoned dick head. "Humm…hummm…hummm…hummmm", she was humming on my cock with her tongue and mouth. I loved it. She was driving my crazy. I grabbed her hair, bunched it in my hands at the back of her head. I held Lola's head as I began fucking her mouth. I withdrew until just the head was between her lips and then fed it back to her. She was breathing hard thru her nose while trying to swallow me whole. She tried to deep throat me and gagged. Her hand was on my ass pulling me closer. Lola started pumping my engorged staff with her little hand half wrap around it. Finally grabbed it with both hands as her sucking and pumping intensified. I let go of her head, reaching down, recaptured her nipples and rolled them between my fingers. This action brought a loud gasp from her, briefly freeing my cock from her hot mouth. I could feel my scrotum draw up and tingle, signaling the impending eruption. I was in delicious agony as my organ increasing in size and stiffness. I was precariously close to exploding into Lola's hot pulsing mouth. "I want to taste you," she said. She could feel that I was on the verge of Cumming and really started going at it. I felt a distinct tremble in her body as she took me deep again. Like chills were running thru her body. Lola was giving me the best blow job I ever had, but I didn't, and wouldn't cum in her mouth. I knew from past experiences that if I could hold my ejaculation back for a while, I could pleasure this sexy woman and myself for a much longer time. I wanted to deposit my first load deep inside her. But only after I'd given her pleasure. I had to get into her sweet love tunnel first. I pushed her back, my cock leaving her mouth with a loud plop. She resisted at first, then reclined onto the thick bed of moss. I kissed her neck, face and shoulders slowly working my way down her body. I squeezed my cock hard at its base, gaining control over the release that was ready to blow out of it. I kissed my way down her body, slowly, noting where I was causing her pleasure and lingering before moving on. Lola reached out and gripped my forearms tightly while I explored her body. I got my first close look at her naked body. The smell of her hot arousal was intoxicating. Her strawberry blond hair framed her oval face and flowed down under her body like a mat till it reached her hips. The effect was to add fiery contrast to her creamy white skin against the bright green moss. There were freckles about the tops of her size 40D breasts and between them. Lola's tits were a perfect fit for her body. They were standing off her chest with big blush-pink aureoles and long hard nipples that stood out against milk white skin. Her 42 inch hips flared from her modest 28 inch waist. Her tummy was a little pad laying just above the gentle rise of her mound. The heat and womanly smells were pulling my attention lower to their source. My eyes drank in the sight of her bush which was the same fiery color as all the hairs on her great body. Lola's hirsute started just below her belly button and spread in cone shape to adorn her hidden flower where it grew thick and long. Here was the place my fingers had explored earlier. This was my destination. I kissed my way down to her vagina. The heat rising from her moist little slit was creating the faintest little mist to curl up into the cool Autumn air. I felt her big shapely hips rise in response to my kisses and hot breath on her inner thighs. I sought to drive her crazy with my mouth and tongue as she had done to me. I separated and pressed back the wet, slick hairs from her hidden garden. I kissed all around the blooming petals of her flower and was descending upon the hot moist opening. Lola's flower opened at my approach, little globules of arousal gleaming in the autumn sun. The swollen lips parted with a faint plop and exposed the reddish-pink entrance to her treasure trove. I exhaled thru pursed lips as my tongue flicked gently over her little love bud. I inserted my index finger into Lola's tight opening and gently rubbed her clit from the back as my lips made contact to the front. That's when she shuddered, pushing herself off the moss with a loud hiss and sharp intake of breath. Lola ground her clitoris against my lips and into my mouth. Lola pushed against the stone with her arms and hands to steady herself. I captured the little bud gingerly between my teeth, flicked at it with my tongue while sucking it into my mouth. Lola had balled her hands into little fists. Lola screamed her orgasm. Her spasms filled my mouth to overflowing with her honey pot's sweet nectar. I was thrilled that I had brought her to her first orgasm. I was later told that it was her second. Her first she said was right after she took most of my fully erect member into her mouth. I felt the weight of her gorgeous legs as they came to rest against my shoulders, and I felt the strength in them as she used them to hold her pleasure center up to my mouth. Lola stayed suspended that way, with only her back and shoulders touching the moss covered rock. She twitched for a full minute, undulating, and grinding her gushing love box into my face. My ears pinned between her sturdy thighs, blocking out all sound. Lola's hands gripped my head and held it in place as I lapped her juices until, at long last, she relaxed. She released my head. Her arms fell limply to her sides. Pleased with myself, I pulled myself up over her supine body. Lola grabbed my face, planting kisses all about. She kissed me long and deep, tasting of her own juices. Meanwhile I was rubbing my cock up and down her slick, wet little slit. Using it as if it were a pen. I wrote my name there, over and over with the tip of my steel hard dick. Claiming it as mine. "Oooo…ohhhhh…geeeeze!"…She moaned, as I pressed in with the tip, wetting it and withdrew. "Come on…oh..oh..please.." said Lola. Tossing her head, side to side. "Don't tease me" she pleaded. I guess I wanted to hear her beg, beg me to plow her hot wet furrow. I realized that I enjoyed this bit of domination. I wanted her complete surrender. "please… give it to me…Please… put it in," she pleaded. I grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide, and aimed my spear at the reddening target. I was at once a farmer, sinking my plow into her fallow field. Lola was tight, with the resistance increasing as I pressed in with the cock head. She felt like a virgin. I couldn't believe how tight she was. It was as if I were the first man to take her. "Ohhh…Ohhh…Oh my gosh…ooo…ooo…Ohhh!"…she stammered as I pushed against her swollen pussy lips. I had to go slow. She could have peeled the foreskin right off my dick with the lips of her amazingly tight pussy. Her gushing juices coated the tip of my cock helping me to slip past the resistance. The head finally entered with a pop and I stopped. The pressure around my cock's head was intense. I almost shot off right then. Lola's dilemma was etched in her face. She was hovering between intense pleasure and unexpected pain. Lola had remained dead still, trying to adjust to the giant intrusion into her tight little tunnel. Almost imperceptibly her body slowly came alive. The pain had yielded to pleasure and my cock was now bathed in fresh hot emissions. Her hips started undulating, slowly at first. Any discomfort she felt initially was now ebbed away. Replaced by a long suppressed desire to be seduced, taken, and soundly fucked. Lola started squirming and squealing, pulling me into her, trying to get all of me in. I used all of my two hundred pound six-foot frame to pin her to the moss, so that her uterus could lubricate my shaft and expand. I overpowered her, grinding my entire body onto hers. I was stuffing my man meat into her, flattening her into the soft mattress like moss. Lola was Cumming again and I had to ride it out. She was using her fists now, pounding my back and spurring me on. She was pounding to the tempo of the many little explosions that wracked her. "ummmm…ummmm …ummmm……." Lola whimpered, biting into my shoulder as she found release. I started moving, slowly. I didn't want to cum yet, but I was awfully close. I had only six inches in her tight snatch and I wanted to be all the way in when I finally let loose. Lola's pussy pulsed mightily, drenching my shaft with lots of fresh hot female cum. The extra lubrication allowed me to sink my rod in till I was stopped by the spongy wall of her womb. I was in all the way with my scrotum barely touching her ass. Love On The Rock I pulled out till the head came into view then pushed in at least eight inches. I repeated this move many times. I tried to find every nook and cranny of her tight love box with my dick. I was driving at her hard. Pounding her ass into the moss relentlessly. She was grunting each time I bottomed out. Our fucking was driving us both wild. I could feel the ridge of my cock being scraped by her clit with each stroke. It was a fantasy come true for her. One she had held onto for a long time. I was Lola's first black man. Her first black fuck. I had only one other experience with a white woman. I was much younger and drunk at the time, so I don't remember much about it. I never sought to fuck white women, but Lola had me rethinking my position on that. Lola had me hornier than I've ever been. I would never have guessed she could be such a fantastic fuck. I wanted to give Lola the fucking of her life, to some what make up for all the white pussy I never had. I think we both reveled in the novelty of it. Lola was yelling things as she fucked back at me. She said I had ended her "Dry Spell." "I love it…just keep fucking me…do me… please don't stop…Ohhh…Ohhh…Oh you…you…Fuuucckkmmeeee!" Lola is a strong woman and she matched me thrust for thrust. She pulled me hard against her, her legs locked around the back of my thighs. She tensed and jerked about, tossed her head side to side so much that her hair now completely covered her face. Lola kicked out with her legs helping to force me deeper still, my balls were now bouncing off her ass. I hurt her when I bottomed-out, but Lola wouldn't ease up. We both needed this fuck and I was driving her body deeper into the moss with each thrust. "Ahhhh…Ahhhh…Ahhhiieeee!" She bellowed. "AAAiiiieeeee…..Ooooooo…ohh…mmyyggooossh!" Lola started Cumming again. She was screaming incessantly. It's a good thing that there are no houses for a half mile because Lola was really letting herself go. With all the noises she made, I'm sure the people on the river below could hear her cries as they paddled downstream. I was really going now. I put her legs upon my shoulders. I pressed them to her body and started to fuck her really hard . Lola was making loud yelping sounds now, every time I hit bottom. I found places inside her body that had never been touched by a man. All the time we were making love on that moss-covered rock, the creatures of the forest could be heard. The forest had suddenly come alive with chatter. Creature voices were all about us. Their sounds rising above that of the leaves rustled by the wind. The birds seemed to be talking about us. The two large strangers who were making all those strange sounds and commotion. We had shattered the silence of the forest with our torrid lovemaking. It seemed that now we had quite an audience. Then I thought lightning and thunder struck. I thought I was about to die. I started to cum. The feeling started at the top of my head and tore through my body like someone was pulling electricity down my front and back at the same time. When the stream erupted from my dick it felt like the pressure was going to blow me apart. Like my guts were being blown out through my cock. "AAAHHHHHH…Ahhhhhh…AAAHHHHHHGGH!" I shouted out my release. I was in her so deep that there was hardly any room for my load. I could almost feel the pressure as it accumulated in the limited space. Lola jumped when my hot semen hit her insides. She lifted her ass off the moss clamping her vagina in a vise like grip on my cock. We were a molded mass of limbs on the moss. We held together like that while our world exploded and was reformed. We held together for a little eternity, before finally collapsing in a heap. The pressure of our combined release jetted thick globs of the precious nectar over my retreating cock and balls. I rolled off her to catch my breath and lay caressing her sweaty body, slowly recovering. Lola watched me rest, her chest heaving from all the exertion. A pleased look was on her face along with some adoration. I reached out and wrapped a wisp of her hair in my fingers. Using it, I pulled her in the direction of my drenched and glistening cock. Lola said she wanted to taste me, so she was going to get it fresh. With a little something extra. I let go of her hair as she moved to reposition herself. Lola pulled her hair back, out of her way so that she could feast on our love juices. She moved between my legs, grabbed my deflated cock between her lips and cleaned my cock and balls lovingly with her mouth. Once again I experienced her oral virtuosity and after a few minutes of her expert licking and sucking I was hard again. I turned her around and positioned my self behind her, spread her bountiful buttocks with my thumbs and entered her with one stoke. Lola yelp and moaned when I entered her sweet labyrinth. Then settled her head on her crossed arms and kept her ass raised to let me have my way. I started to plow the furrow of her upturned butt. Remnants of cum and air escaped around my cock as I sawed in and out of the still tight cunt. I enjoyed the view from my position, the contrast. My big black dick between her large white, fleshy ass cheeks and the bright pink slit as it opened for me. The sight of my dark love muscle disappearing into her milk white ass, was really turning me on. I loved the slapping sound of my pelvis bouncing off her big ass. The squishing sound of my manhood slicing into her drenched pussy. All our noises were amplified and echoed in the forest. She raised herself up on her elbows to move out of my reach. I was still halfway inside her. Lola said she like the way I was fucking her but that she felt sore. I withdrew from her and collapsed on my back. My thought was to give us both some time to recoup. To my surprise Lola turned around and straddled me. Taking my full erection into her mouth and tasted me again. Then she squatted over me, placing the head of my dick between the lips of her vagina and lowered herself down. I've used this position many times with smaller women so that they could control penetration. Lola was now doing just that. Lola was able to ride my dick for some time that way and I found that I liked to watch her face and body as she fucked herself. Her jiggling tits were where I could reach them with my lips and tongue. Lola moved over me like an agent on a mission. She would slide up my body until her breasts were at my lips, causing my cock to come almost completely out before reversing and again recapturing it within her hot, wet box. Lola did this repeatedly, suddenly rising up to impale herself. She bounced up and down, again and again on my stout pole until finally she lanced herself deep. All the weight of her body was focused around my cock and that drove me further inside her than ever before. "Ayieeeee…ooooooo..ohhh…James…Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed, jerked violently, and totally collapsed atop me. Her hair splayed, covering us both. I was still deep inside her and copious amounts of hot thick fluid spilled from her, coated my balls and pooled beneath us. I could feel her heart pounding against my belly. Her head was heavy and motionless on my chest, her arms limp about my shoulders. Lola's breathing was rapid and ragged. At first I first thought that she was wounded. For when she lunged down on me that last time, I felt something give. I thought I had torn through the walls of her womb. She didn't move for at least two minutes. When Lola slowly raised her head, she had a weak smile on her lips. I knew then that she was alright. "Why did I wait so long?" She asked aloud. Not expecting an answer. "Wait for what?" I asked. "I always wanted to know what it would be like with a black man." She said "And now?" "Now I know about THIS black man" she said leaning forward to kiss me. Lola turned to her skills once more and soon had me squeaky clean again. This time though we cleaned each other sixty-nine style. After our cleanup we hugged and rested for a while and talked. Our lovemaking had brought us close. What happened in afterglow brought us closer as friends and lovers. The Autumn sun was getting low in the sky when we started getting dressed. Lola and I were very hungry by the time we reached the car. I remembered a small village just a few miles to the north. We found a little Chinese restaurant where we ate and talked. Our lust had brought us together in a deeper relationship than either of us would have imagined. On the way back to the City we just sat very close and quiet. Every now and then she would squeeze my arm or thigh. We met a few times each month for six years. Each time was good. Our sex sessions would always include long conversations about our mutual interests and separate lives. Lola introduced me a friend that she met while pursuing one of her many interests. She told me privately that they were getting serious with their relationship. I had remained married. I wouldn't try to hold her back from finding happiness with a life-partner of her own. We wished each other all the best things in life and we parted. She is now married to that fine, retired "white" gentleman and has moved west. We never returned to that spot. But we still remember what took place there. She found me a few years after she married, told me she was happy and still holds the memories of our times together dear in her heart. Love on the Rocks Boo had settled into the rocky crevice only 10 minutes earlier. He loved watching the animals along the far shore of the roaring river. He had put on his camouflaged face hood, carefully arranged the netting to cover his shadowed form and readied his binoculars. A cool morning and Boo was eagerly awaiting the sun and the creeping rays would soon peek around the corner to wash him in warmth. The roaring voice of the river soothed. Nature with its power and flow. "Laughter? People! Not people this morning!" thought Boo. His ears were straining again for that rhythm of human voice broken by the vocal protests of the river. Boo stilled himself as he looked across the stone table laid out before his private niche. The table was large, maybe forty by twenty feet and well above the river's shore. Privacy today was not to be. From around the short rock wall to the left, a young man and woman came bounding in the exuberant way young people in love move in one another's company. They stood backs to Boo about six easy strides away. Boo breathed easily from the shadows. "They'll photograph my river and leave," he reasoned. Yes, out came the camera from the small nylon pack. First the young man as the subject with his dark green shirt fitting well with the forest. Looking toward his young lady friend and seemingly right at Boo or rather something looking just like a darkened corner in a rock face. Next, the young lady passing the camera - her turn. Her short auburn hair backlit by the sun. A halo of soft red warmth. This was a handsome young couple and Boo smiled not wishing to disturb them. The couple seemed to be ready to go. The young man turned toward the wall to Boo's left and unzipped his pants. Out came a nice but quite average cock. Before he even began, Miss Auburn surrounded him with her arms from behind, took the cock in her hands and held him as the stream arced against the granite. Not so much a sexual thing as a sensual thing thought Boo, but he also thought, "Okay, time to move on". Auburn's mind was pulled in another direction. With her arms around Green, she had the sensation that she was holding "her cock", an extension of her own pelvis and she began to stroke the up-to-now soft member expressing the last drops of liquid. Well, Miss Auburn had starting something. Mr. Green turned, cock still out, pulled Auburn tightly to his chest then kissed her opening mouth. Green was getting hard quickly. Since this didn't escape Auburn's attention, a quick hand was moving to caress, to stroke. Now Boo had some choices; wait and hope the visitors took their activities elsewhere, sit and watch, or scare the hell out of them as he dropped his net and stood up with his face hood. Boo took a deep breath and sat very, very still. He enjoyed watching the creatures of the wood. Green moved Auburn up against the mossy rock face very few feet from Boo. Green pulled Auburn's hand from his cock by pulling back, dropping to his knees and almost in a single motion, unzipping and pulling Auburn's jeans and panties to her knees. The pace quickened. Auburn pulled her right foot out of her slide and out of her pant leg. The stubborn panties were shook from her sock-covered toes. By this time Green had opened up the treasure before him. Boo might know the woods, but Green knew what a pussy responded to. He spread the lips, Auburn opened and bowed her legs a bit, and Green was lapping bottom to top. Auburn balanced with one hand on the rock but the other steered Green's head to exactly the right place. Auburn's hair was lit again by the sun and the profile of her face showed a simple beauty of the girl next door. Her eyes were closed and Green's sunken cheeks told Boo blood was being pulled into Auburn's clit by a more-than-gentle suction. Auburn tried to push Green away, which had the effect of making him suck harder then return to this flat-tongued lapping again from bottom to top. Auburn managed to wriggle loose, but gone was the smile Boo had seen in the picture pose. The woods, the river and this place had disappeared from Auburn's consciousness. She quickly went to one knee; Green's belt grabbed, opened then pants and briefs pulled roughly to his knees. The fly of the briefs grabbing then snapping his erect cock downward with a quick rebound to the perpendicular. Green was rolled roughly onto his back by a woman intent on one thing - fucking. We were beyond sensual now, beyond gentle loving. Boo wanted to see her eyes. "What are her eyes like? I can tell much from eyes," Boo told himself. Denied again. Her eyes were cast downward on this cock, this object she had a use, a need for. Auburn quickly straddled Green, dragging one leg of her pants and one slide-shod foot through the pine straw. A quick hand to Green's cock. Some very hard jacking, then right into her pussy. Boo knew that feel. A cock cooled by the chill of this air, suddenly buried in this grasping liquid warmth. Boo's cock responded to his own memories. Auburn opened her shirt. No bra and small breasts with those wonderful pouty nipples. Boo's control of his breathing had become a bit more challenging and now Green's head was only about seven or eight feet from Boo with Auburn, head hung slightly down. "Umph, umph, umph, umph..." Auburn let the natural cadence of human mating course through her veins and through her pussy as she pounded her pelvis down onto Green. His cock would almost pop out and Auburn would drive down again. "She'll drive him into the granite," mused Boo. Then he saw something. The light reflecting off the face of the river not only created this warm red halo around Auburn's short cropped hair, but it was now lighting the red curls between her legs. A lighted woodland spirit with a wonderful neon sign flashing between her legs, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me". Boo was becoming hypnotized by the scene. The guttural "Umpf, umph", the flashing sign between Auburn's legs, and the shirt flapping open with breasts peeking out then hiding in the warm flannel. Without warning, Auburn was up. The penetration wasn't enough to get her to that place she wanted to be. She quickly scooted up over Green's face then down. This time Boo could see clearly the widened and demanding lips of Auburn's pussy. She grabbed Green's head with both hands and began fucking his face. Moving her hips and pussy forward then dragging her opened and wet slit across his nose, across his lips and on to his chin. She repeated this over and over occasionally gyrating in a circle using Green's chin to massage her clit. Green's face looked like it had been coated with a clear thin jelly from nose to lips to chin. Boo could also see his lower lip being pulled down toward his chin only to snap back when Auburn's clit and mound had passed. Again, no warning and Auburn had moved back down to Green's cock. With his cock tucked back into her very hungry pussy, it was back to Auburn's demanding rhythm again. "Umpf, umph, umph" The vocal percussion of very hard fucking. Then the pace picked up; faster and faster until Boo heard Auburn almost growl a single word, "Now!" And now it was! Green suddenly brought his hips up and Auburn seemed to freeze in midair, eyes still closed, head thrown back and then a soft whimper, and finally a collapse on to Green. Boo looked at the two of them, unmoving except for their heaving chests. Stillness now. Boo was transfixed. His eyes staring. Auburn pushed herself up weakly. Her head came up, the sun again lighting her hair. Then these eyes, these beautiful eyes. Her lids snapped open and green eyes set in a red-crowned face looked right into Boo's soul. Boo took a deep breath. It seemed to last a very long time. An exhausted Auburn had looked up, staring forward taking in the span of these rock walls. She saw the beauty of granite sparkling in the first touch of the sun's fingers but not Boo. Auburn stood brushing the pine straw and crumbles of the forest floor from her reddened knees. She gave her hand to Green and helped him up. They cleaned each other like grooming primates still undressed. As Green worked at pulling himself together, Auburn retrieved some tissues from the pack, did a shallow squat and wiped gently several times between the lips of her pussy. She tossed the balled wet tissue back into the rocks, then finished dressing. She went to Green, hugging and kissing him for a long time, and then they simply bounded away like children on a picnic. Boo waited for several minutes until only the voice of the river was heard. He dropped his net, pulled off his hood, and gathered those few things he carried. As he prepared to leave, he glanced down at the wet tissue that landed at the base of his net. He didn't like littering near "his river". He often gathered the ferns, pine needles, leaves and even the rich soil of the forest to his face and smelled them. There was power here. Now he bent to pick up the wet ball. He brought it to his face and breathed in deeply smelling the musk of loving touched by earth-scent. Memories of women blossomed in his brain and his cock felt the surge of hot blood again. It will be a long walk home today. Love on the Rocks, Make That a Double It was a quiet spring day up in the mountains. I hadn't been to this trail in years. I remember fondly all the family hiking trips we made to these mountains. We walk down the trail hand and hand, enjoying the fresh air, new growth, and I tell you stories of growing up around these mountains. The trail starts getting steep and we come to curve in the trail where there are huge boulders on both sides. I charge up the little hill, and you fall behind, pulling me gently to a stop in front of the rocks. I turn to look at you, to see why we stopped. You smile gently at me, take my face in both of your hands and kiss me gently. You walk me slowly backwards until I feel cool stone on my back. You deepen your kiss and you press your hard body against my softer one, your hands on either side my head on the rock. I moan softly into you as you trap me with your passionate kisses. I close my eyes and let the sensation wash over me. I feel a hand gently teasing my nipple through my shirt. All of a sudden, I'm chilly. I open my eyes to see you standing away from me, looking at me with a strange look on your face. You smile broadly, take my hand and pull me roughly and kiss me again, stealing my breath. You pull away from me, take my hand and pull me up the trail. The day grows warmer, and I start shedding clothes until I'm down to my tank top and shorts. We come to a small boulder on the side of the trail, and I sit down, tossing my shirt down. I pull my water bottle out and take a deep gulp, and I splash myself a little with water before I offer it to you. You slowly drink as you stare at my water stained shirt, my breasts showing clearly through the wet fabric, my nipples hard and poking out. I smile at you with a wicked gleam in my eye, walk around to the other side of the boulder, look back at you, and walk into the woods, peeling my shirt off and letting my hair down as I go. I giggle loudly as I hear you step into the woods. I glance back at you, and turn and run through the woods like a half naked wood nymph. I hear you come crashing through the woods behind me as we laugh like children as you try to catch me. I know you're bigger and faster than I am, but I use my petite-ness to my advantage, and duck behind a tree. I stand there trying to quietly gasp, chest heaving, when all of a sudden, I feel two large hands covering my breasts. A quiet raspy voice in my ear whispers "Gotcha." I twirl around in your arms and find myself chest to chest with you, both of us still breathing hard. You lean in and kiss me hard and passionately. "What are you doing to do with me now that you've caught me?" I whisper back at him. You take my hands in both of yours, and you pull me gently through the woods until we come to a small clearing. You stop me in the middle of the soft grass and reach up, gently massaging my breasts. I lean my head back in ecstasy as you start to nip and suckle from one of my heavy engorged breasts. You suckle my breast until there is no milk left. I urge you to nurse from the other breast, and tangle my fingers in your soft hair. When the other breast is completely dry, you lower your hands to the waist of my shorts, and slowly help me out of them. I stand in front of you naked, except for my boots and socks. I come to you, and slide your zipper open, and release your hard aching large cock. I kneel at your feet and milk your cock like you sucked the milk out of my breasts. You wait until you are almost ready to cum, and you push me off your cock. You groan as my wet, warm mouth leaves your large cock. You unbuckle your shorts and slide them down your long toned legs, your cock springing free. You step out of them, and take a step towards me. You push me back into the grass, open my legs wide and drive your cock, still moist from my suckling, deep into my soaking wet pussy. I feel your cock driving deep into my tight, wet hole. My back arches to allow you to go deeper. I feel my pussy starting to clench around your cock as I begin to cum. You start driving your cock deeper in my pussy as you fill me up with your hot cum. You drive him in deep one last time, roaring my name into the quiet of the afternoon. You collapse on me; our sweaty bodies hot in the afternoon sun. I brush your hair out of your eyes and whisper sweet endearments before I kiss you soundly on your lips. We slowly get up, warm in the afterglow of our lovemaking, and start to dress again. We walk hand and hand slowly back to the trail, pick up the stuff we dropped, and head back down the path. A mile or two down the trail we come to the overlook. We lean against the wooden fence and look out upon paradise. Who would have known that in the middle of the woods there would be a beautiful waterfall and a river? We look at each other, the same thought crossing our minds. You hop over the fence, and hold your hand out to me, helping me over the old wood. We walk down a short but steep embankment to where the river meets the shore. You start to take off your boots and socks, and try to quickly strip. I quickly follow suit. We both run to the water, naked as the day we were born, and dive under the cold mountain water holding hands. I burst out of the water, my longish hair floating on top of the water. I can barely reach. I look around for you, and see you standing, shoulders well above the water. I swim over to you, and hold on to your shoulders, and wrap my legs around your middle. You hold me tight and kiss me, and I feel your cock growing hard against the warm lips of my pussy. I shift a little to the side, and I slide your now hard cock into my waiting pussy. We sit there, enjoying the sensation of you filling me completely, and perfectly, when we hear some laughter and someone saying hi from the observation deck. We wave back at them, a secret smile on our lips. As if they really knew what we were really doing in the murky river water. (:D) After the voices fade away, you walk us to a rock shelf on the far shore of the river, sit me upon it, and fuck me hard and deep. You look me deep in the eyes as you drive deep into me, our souls meeting in the same manner as our bodies. I whisper how I feel about you as you drive deep into me, both of us close to coming. I hear you answer me back very quietly as you clench your teeth, cumming so hard in my pussy. We gasp holding each other close, feeling the water lapping against our naked skin The air start turning cold against our damp skin, and we reluctantly leave the water. We dry off, get dressed, and head back to my car, hand in hand, and talking about what we're going to do tomorrow.