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Down By The River

By: jack_straw



Rachel Robins felt the hot caress of the Southern sun on her well-oiled body as she effortlessly pulled on the oar in her hands, propelling the canoe down the sleepy, sultry river.

The summer sun and the sight of her husband in the canoe ahead, along with the consumables they'd taken along, had conspired to make her very horny. She reveled in the sight of her man as he leisurely stroked his oar, the muscles in his bare, bronzed back rippling as he worked the boat down the river.

Randy Robins was lost in thought, his mind attuned to the sights and sounds of the backwoods, but he could sense the smoldering gaze of his wife, and he felt his cock begin to stir. He smiled as he thought about his plans for that evening.

Randy and Rachel were in their late 30s and had been married 15 years, with three children. They lived in an outlying suburb of a fairly large Southern city, where he worked for a commercial contractor as an engineer. Rachel was an assistant branch manager for a large local bank. Randy coached his two sons' Little League teams, and Rachel helped their daughter's soccer team. 

They were just your ordinary American couple. But something would happen this day that would be decidedly out of the ordinary. 

This float trip was their 15th anniversary present to each other. Rachel's folks had taken the kids for the week, so that they could have this time alone. They had booked an overnight canoe trip down a popular, but secluded river, something they had done as a family quite often. The attraction wasn't white water; in this part of the country there is no white water, but rather the solitude and serenity is the big draw.

The river flowed at a slow, but steady pace, navigating around fallen trees and sand bars. It offered enough of a challenge to demand your attention, but it wasn't dangerous, unless you're stupid. There was some deep water, in shaded bends, offering excellent swimming, and offering, too, outstanding fishing. This river was also chock full of long, wide sand bars that made for perfect camping spots along the 25-mile stretch of water they would be floating.

Randy and Rachel planned to set up camp a little better than halfway down the river, cook a couple of steaks, eat, drink and build a bonfire. Then, after they'd sat with the fire and gotten a good, healthy buzz, they planned to engage in one of their favorite practices, one they done many times when they were courting and early in their marriage, before kids, and that was sex under the stars. Randy wanted to get his wife good and wasted – get himself nicely toasted, as well – then get her on her knees or on her back and fuck the living daylights out of her right there in the open. Randy and Rachel may have been your average American couple, but they were also a horny American couple, and they had some pretty lurid fantasies and erotic stories that they often shared with each other during sex.

Rachel found her mind wandering back to when she and her husband first met, back when she was a sophomore in college. Rachel had grown up the only daughter right stuck smack in the middle of four brothers, two older and two younger. That fact and the fact that she'd grown up tall and athletic scotched any chance she had of being "dainty" or overly feminine, but she was blessed with a very pretty face and a body that could stop traffic. She was a big girl with a big frame, in the 5-foot-10 range, and it was a good thing, because that frame had to hold up two of the nicest, juiciest breasts you'll ever see. When she was younger, they'd jutted out from her chest just about perfectly, with big, fat nipples that stiffened into pebbles at the least provocation.

Rachel had been a good enough athlete to make her high school basketball team, and she finally started the second half of her senior season. She also played first base and hit cleanup for her softball team for three seasons. Being around her father and brothers and the jocks at her school, she was always comfortable with men, and her family had always been pretty open about sex. She lost her virginity at a fairly young age, and from then until the very first time she made love with Randy Robins, she led a very active and varied sex life. She liked sex and she was good at it. She became practiced at a number of sexual arts, and wasn't shy about using them on her many boyfriends, and even one or two girlfriends.

Randy had grown up 18 months behind an older brother, and they had been inseparable until his brother had gone off to join the navy. They had done everything together in high school: played ball, drank beer, smoked joints and screwed girls, pretty much in that order. Randy wasn't a big guy, about 5-9 and slender, but he, too, was athletic, good enough to start at shortstop for his high school baseball team his senior year.

He had gone on to the state university, studying construction engineering, and had joined a co-ed intramural softball team. It was about midway through the spring semester of his junior year, when his team played a team Rachel was on, playing her customary first base. Randy got three singles that day, and, thus, had several chances to chat up the tall brunette with the big tits. After the game, Randy had invited Rachel to join him for some post-game drinks; she accepted and they hit it off. They had a lot in common: a love of sports and an enjoyment of the high life – sex and drugs and rock-and-roll. Soon they were feeling a definite vibe. Rachel happened to be between steady boyfriends; the last one had gotten jealous of her other boyfriends, so she'd dumped him. Rachel was in no way ready to settle down with just one man, and didn't have time for jealous boyfriends. At least that's what she thought at the time.

Rachel played it pretty cool on that first date with Randy, but things heated up when they went out on a more formal second date. After dinner and a movie, they'd made out a little bit in the front seat of his car, and they felt their lust and curiosity blossom about each other's best features. Randy was intoxicated by Rachel's tits and ached to get his hands on them. For her part, Rachel had sized up Randy's crotch and was intrigued by what she saw. She saw him begin to swell as they kissed, and she saw that he was very well hung. Very well hung. But they didn't do anything on that date; Randy's roommate and a couple of his friends were hanging out in his apartment, and Rachel's roommate was studying in their dorm room.

Nevertheless, they'd made plans for another date on the Saturday after the following week. That day happened to be the intramural softball championship and Rachel's team won it. Randy had had to take his car into the shop for some much-needed repairs and had missed the game, and thus missed the wild post-game party that broke out at the apartment of one of the team members. He was supposed to pick up Rachel at her dorm at 7:30, and he needed a working automobile if that was to happen.

There was a lot of beer, liquor and weed at the post-game celebration that afternoon, and Rachel quickly got drunk and high, and she also got horny. So when one of her teammates put the moves on her, she just went with the flow. As she pulled her oar through the water and floated serenely down the river, Rachel had a bemused smile on her face as she recalled the whole scenario. Hell, she even remembered the guy's name: Donnie Coleman, the team's second baseman. They had bumped into each other in the hall and had embraced, kissing excitedly, then with more passion. They had had a bit of a relationship a year or so earlier and had stayed friends, so when he suggested they move to the laundry room, she was far too gone to resist.

Rachel's big weakness in life was the connection between mind-altering substances and sex. She could drink beer and wine OK, but give her distilled spirits, and she lost all of her inhibitions and most of her control. As she had matured into a wife and mother, she had learned to tightly control when and where she drank, knowing her nature. But whenever she and Randy wanted to cut loose with each other, she turned to her trusty vodka bottle, and maybe one or two rolled ones.

And it was that way with Donnie Coleman. She didn't even think about saying, "no, I have a date tonight with a guy I like a lot." She just let herself be maneuvered into the laundry room. Donnie locked the door, then they resumed kissing frantically. Rachel peeled off Donnie's t-shirt while he pulled off Rachel's tank top, then pulled the sports bra up off her tits. He filled his hands with Rachel's glorious mammaries, pinching and squeezing the nipples. After a few seconds of that, Rachel slid down to her knees, licking Donnie's chest as she did. She pulled his shorts and his underwear down in one smooth motion, then engulfed his dick, which was already fully hard. She sucked him into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing member.

After a minute or two of furious sucking, Donnie pulled Rachel's head off his cock, turned her around and pushed her gently, but firmly onto her knees, leaning her over the hamper that sat against the wall. He swiftly pulled down Rachel's gym shorts, her tight athletic shorts and her panties as far as her knees, stroked her wet pussy with one hand, lined up his cock with the other hand and pushed it in all the way.

Rachel could feel her pussy throbbing as she vividly recalled the quick encounter in the laundry room. Donnie had one of the smaller dicks she'd been with, but usually he could really use what he had in a very satisfactory way. However, this wasn't one of those times. With Donnie, she needed time and a slow build-up before she could get worked up enough to get much friction with him, and he needed room to corkscrew his cock around her clit, which was his singular sexual talent. None of that they had. It was simply fast and furious fucking, and after some three minutes of humping, Rachel felt Donnie's cock spew a very large load of cum into her pussy. Rachel managed a weak orgasm on her fingers as he came, but it still left her needy and somewhat frustrated.


Suddenly, she remembered Randy, and her date that night, and saw the gathering darkness outside. She realized that she had only about a half-hour before Randy was going to pick her up. She frantically pulled her pants up, adjusted her bra, slid her shirt on, gave Donnie a quick goodbye kiss and flew out the door. She made it to her dorm about 10 minutes before Randy arrived, so she didn't have time to shower, and, the longer she walked around with Donnie's cum securely in her cunt, the hornier she got. She got a thrill out of the idea of having sex with two different guys within hours of each other, and wondered if Randy would be able to tell.

It would be years before he confessed to her that he did indeed know, almost from the get-go. He knew as soon as he saw her that she was still drunk from the softball celebration, and he could sense a certain sluttiness about her that he found extremely arousing. Rachel had changed bras, and had slapped on some deodorant and a little perfume in an attempt to mask the odor of sex, then she had put on a nice, fairly dressy t-shirt and a tight pair of jeans. "Back when tight jeans looked good on me," she thought with a sardonic chuckle, as she oared her boat down the river. She'd kept the same pair of panties on, however, because she didn't want to chance losing any of Donnie's cum, until Randy pulled them off himself. And there was no mistaking; she was going to fuck Randy that night. She had felt a oneness with him on their previous dates that she had never felt with any other man, and she wanted to know all about him, most especially about the large cock he seemed to be carrying. 

They had gone to a nice club for a few beers, but they hadn't stayed long. Rachel was already pretty drunk and didn't need much more, and Randy knew instinctively that he was about to score big time that night and that he'd better not blow it by drinking too much. On the way back to his empty apartment, they smoked a joint, and Rachel curled up next to Randy on the seat when they were finished.

As soon as they flopped onto the sofa in Randy's apartment, they went at each other with sizzling lust. Randy quickly got Rachel's shirt off, then she leaned forward to allow him to unhook her bra. Randy gasped as he got his first look at Rachel's tits. It was a sight he would never forget. They were so inviting that he immediately ravished them, heaping kisses, licks and sucks all over the voluminous flesh, while kneading them at the base with his hands.

After Randy had momentarily gotten his fill, Rachel pulled him up and went after him. She pulled his t-shirt off, then unsnapped and pulled Randy's jeans down his leg. Then her eyes got wide as she saw Randy's dick for the first time. It was the longest, prettiest piece of meat she'd ever beheld. She'd always hated the obsession some people had with measuring cock size, but she found herself gazing at the dong that had poked through the hole in his boxers, and she wanted to take a guess. Rachel quickly pulled his underwear off and began to lightly stroke him into full hardness. When she had him fully hard and dripping, she pulled back and gazed at her prize. It was long, fat and purple.

"Mmmmmm, let's see," she said, acting like a doctor examining a patient. She squinted an eye as she appraised his dick, then added, "I'd say 9, 9½ inches." Randy just shrugged; he'd never taken a ruler to it, he'd just used it to please nearly every girl he'd ever had. Months later, when Rachel actually did put a ruler to Randy's hard-on, she learned that she had a pretty good eye, because it came up at almost 9½ inches. 

Rachel bent to his cock and licked him up and down and all around, before she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around just the head before descending slowly down the shaft. She managed nearly three-quarters of it before she just couldn't take any more. She was astounded. Never before had she met a cock she couldn't suck completely. She'd learned the art of deep throat in high school, from a college-age boyfriend, and she prided herself on her oral skills.

Rachel began to give Randy's cock long, deep sucks, rolling her tongue around languidly as she pursed her lips around the shaft. After a few minutes of that, Rachel could feel Randy's cock begin to twitch and his hips begin to thrust upward, and right at that moment, Randy pulled her head up, kissed her violently, then they stood up and stumbled to his bedroom. They were panting in their passion for each other at that moment. Rachel lay back on his bed with a fuck-me look on her face. Randy unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her legs, and when her panties came off with them, he was assailed by an aroma he knew well. He looked up at Rachel oddly for just a split second before putting his hand to her sopping-wet cunt. Randy had followed his brother into many a slut's pussy, and he immediately recognized the odor and texture of semen in Rachel's cunt. It was a sight and smell that would stay with him forever, and it absolutely set him on fire. 

Randy grasped his purple dong in his fist, pressed it to Rachel's swampy slit and pushed it in very slowly, as he always did, especially with a new lover. Rachel had been sitting on the edge of a huge orgasm since before her encounter with Donnie, and when Randy got his huge cock fully up her pussy, she began to go wild. She spit out her first orgasm almost the moment Randy began to fuck her with slow, steady pumps, and he just kept going, on and on, bringing her to three explosive climaxes before he finally fired off a rocky gusher of cum into the deepest parts of her womb.

An hour's rest and another joint, and they were at it again, this time with Rachel on her knees and Randy's cock plowing her pussy from behind. Three hours after they finished that round, she'd awakened him by sucking his cock back to hardness and climbing on to ride him long and slow before he came up her flooded cunt again. They fucked again in the kitchen of his apartment in the bright light of morning before Randy had to take her home.

The moment Rachel staggered in to her dorm room, she announced to her startled roommate that she'd met the man she was going to marry and spend the rest of her life with. And that's what had happened. She abruptly cut off all of her other boyfriends and devoted herself to Randy, as he did with her. They married three years later, after she'd been out of college a year working, and he'd gotten himself established with a large construction company.

At first, Rachel had tried hard to keep her weight down, going through every strenuous exercise program you could think of. But having three children in the space of four years defeated those efforts, and she'd been unable to lose the 35-40 extra pounds she'd put on having them. She still went to the gym two or three times a week, to walk the track and shoot some hoops, but she no longer tried real hard to lose weight. If she could just stay where she was, she decided, she'd be fine with that.

Besides, the added poundage rather enhanced her sensuality in a Rubeneqsue sort of way. It made her breasts stand out even bigger, although they sagged a bit more than they had in her youth, and her round belly and plump buttocks, combined with her smoky good looks and her long, thick mane of dark curly hair – a gift from her Cajun grandmother – gave her an earthy, mature sexuality that made her appealing.

Certainly, Randy still thought so. Even after 15 years of marriage and three years of courtship before that, he never tired of Rachel's body, nor her mind and soul, and he availed himself of each of them at every opportunity. And Rachel still gave her man everything she had whenever he wanted it, whether it was her hot, meaty pussy; her big, beautiful ass, with its tight, but muscular hole; or her voracious mouth and darting tongue. It hadn't taken her long to deep throat even Randy's cock, and they'd quickly developed a deep love of anal sex.

In spite of their lusty natures, they had never shared with others; they had devoted themselves to each other, and they were both happy with each other. 

But they still had those fantasies. Rachel often thought back to all the different cocks she'd had before she'd met Randy, and had often wondered what it would have been like to take on more than one at a time, something Randy had done to girls many times with his brother. And Randy always harbored a sweet memory of that first time, when he'd fucked Rachel's cum-filled pussy, knowing she'd had another man there immediately before him.

Rachel was shaken out of her reverie by the crunching of Randy's canoe on the left shore of the river. They'd come onto a sand bar, and stopped to rest, open another beer, smoke a bowl and maybe swim a little bit. After popping the top on couple of beers and passing a bowl of decent commercial weed to each other, they swam and played in the water with each other. Lying in the shallow water together, Rachel crawled into her husband's arms and they kissed excitedly. Rachel's hand quickly found Randy's hard-on, which was making a tent of his wet shorts, and she squeezed and rubbed him through his pants as they relaxed on the river, without a care in the world.

Like Rachel, Randy had also put on weight, 30 pounds at least from his playing weight. But most of his was muscle, except for the modest beer gut that was the unfortunate legacy of a longtime love of beer and weed. His father had been a foreman for the state highway department, and had used his connections to get both of his sons construction jobs every year in the summer until they graduated from college. Randy had, in fact, learned most of what he knew about running a job site from his summer experiences. Moreover, he had always been good with his hands, and did a good deal of amateur carpentry on the side. He had built the deck at his house all by himself, lugging and cutting every single 2x4, and he had also replaced several cabinets in his kitchen.


Down By The River...



Cassie was a stunning woman. She was tall, green-eyed angel with wavy auburn hair that came to below her shoulders. She had legs that went on forever and a set of 36C boobs that seemed to defy gravity. She was picture perfect and had a personality that absolutely complemented her looks. She was the heart and soul of every party. She was married to an electrical engineer and I'm sure he has no idea how lucky he was to have her! She absolutely adored him, but unlike her, he was a loner who did not have many friends. Personally, I think John is a bit of an asshole and no, it has nothing to do with jealousy.

We were both teachers at the same school and, as she did not live very far from me, I picked her up on my way to school in the mornings and dropped her off at her place after school. We were extremely good friends and could talk openly about anything. Whenever she was happy or unhappy about something, I would be the first to know.

One Friday morning, school came out early and we were driving to Cassie's house to drop her off. It was one of those perfect late spring days. Not a cloud in the sky and absolutely no wind. It was hot and the smell of peach blossoms hung in the air.

"So what are you going to do with yourself this morning?" I asked.

"I honestly do not know!" she said. "I forgot that school was coming out early today and have nothing planned. John is busy wiring a new building and won't be home till this afternoon. How about you?"

"I have some time on my hands and seeing that it is such an awesome day, I think I'll go for a swim in the river." I said. "Care to join me...?"

"Ooh, I don't know about that." she said. "What if someone sees us? You know how easily people talk in these small towns. Where exactly are you going?"

"Oh, I know of this perfect place. It's just out of town, on a friend's farm. They are away for the weekend, but he does not mind me going there for a swim. It is absolutely private, surrounded by trees and the sand on the river bank is as white as on the beach. The water is crystal clear and there is even a medium sized waterfall. A trout fisherman's paradise!" I tempted.

"Sounds fantastic! But I don't think it would be a good idea. Maybe you should go on your own." she replied.

"Tell you what." I said. "Let's drive there quickly and I'll show you. If you don't like it , I'll take you home."

"What about swimming gear?" she enquired.

"Oh, when I go there on my own, I usually skinny dip." I replied. But let me show you first. If you like it we can quickly drive back into town to pick up the swimming gear. We could also get some drinks and snacks while we're at it and have a picnic. What do you say? Come on, be a devil!"

"What the hell! Let's go check it out. But there's no way I'm skinny dipping with you, OK?" she said.

This was good enough for me. We drove there and when we got there Cassie was like a little kid!

"This is unbelievable!" she shouted. "Who'd ever have thought that paradise could be so close to our town? Just look at the waterfall! And we even have our own little island!" she said pointing at a huge rock in the middle of the river.

"Glad you like it!" I said. "Does this mean you will join me?"

"It sure looks inviting!" she said as she took of her shoes and walked ankle deep into the water. 

"Let's go get our swimming gear! Even though it seems like a crime to leave this place..." she said.

"Exactly why I thought I'd send you back to town to do the honors, while I take a dip." I teased. "The keys are in the pickup."

"Dream on!" she said. "You're coming with!"

"Do we really have to go back into town?" I asked. "It seems like such a waste of time!"

"You're right." she said. "But what can we do? There's absolutely no way I'm skinny dipping with you. And swimming in this dress, would not only look ridiculous – it would be downright impossible!"

She was wearing a stunning blue and yellow summer dress that really complemented her figure, but she was right – swimming in it would be ridiculous.

"Well, I have no problem swimming in my undies." I said. "How about you?"

"Out of the question." she said. "I'm not a prude, but I could never do that!"

"OK, would you mind if I had a quick dip before we go? I'm hot and it would be really nice if I could cool off." I said.

"You mean you are going to swim in you undies?" she asked.

"Sure!" I said. "And you be a good girl and look the other way until I'm in the water, OK?"

"OK, if you insist. But be quick!" she said and turned her back. 

I walked to the edge of the water, took off all my clothes and dived in. The water was cool and very refreshing. I broke the surface and looked at Cassie, who was still standing with her back to the water.

"It's OK, you can turn around now! " I called. She turned around and walked up to the water. She sat down on a rock with her feet in the water.

I swam closer to her. 

"Do we really have to go into town to get your things?" I asked.

"Well, I would love a swim and wouldn't like to drive into town alone in your vehicle..." she said.

"Why not do what I'm doing? Swim in your undies!" I proposed.

"I don't know..." she said, and I can see that she was in two minds.

"I'll be the perfect gentleman and look the other way until you're in the water." I encouraged.

She pondered my suggestion for a moment. "OK, I'll do it. But first I'll have to tie up my hair. I do not want to get it wet. If John knew what I was doing, innocent as it is, he'd freak! Where can I find an elastic band or something?"

"I have some in my briefcase in the pickup" I said. 

She went to the vehicle, got an elastic band and did up her hair. Somehow it made her look very, very sexy. She walked up to the water.

"OK, turn around and no peeking! I'll tell you when I'm ready." she said.

I felt my dick stir at the prospect of having her in her undies in the water with me. I turned around, facing away from her. It was quiet for a few moments, then I heard water splashing.

"OK, I'm ready! You can turn around now!" she shouted.

I turned around and there she was, up to her neck in the water.

"Water's lovely, huh?" I called.

"Gee, it's fantastic! This must be the best kept secret in town! I wonder if your friend would mind if I brought John here sometime." 

"Just say when." I said "I'm sure that can be arranged."

She swam around for a while, keeping her distance from me. The sight of her bra straps and white panties under the water made my dick stir again. I took my dick in my hand and started stroking it under the water. Soon it was hard as a rock!

She entered shallower water and huddled down to keep her body under water and away from my view. Suddenly she stumbled over an underwater rock. In an attempt to regain her balance, she stood up. Was that a sight for sore eyes! The skimpy material of her bra became totally transparent when wet and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. The wet garment also did not lend much support (not that she needed much!) and her boobs swayed and bobbed around as she tried to steady herself. Eventually she regained her balance and realized that she was exposed. She quickly crossed her arms over her breasts and squatted down in the shallow water.

"Careful!" I teased. This little episode made my dick as hard as rock!

She ignored me and waded into deeper water.

"I have a confession to make!" I shouted at her.

"And what would that be?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face. 

"I'm skinny dipping! I left my undies with my clothes." I said.

"Come off it!" she said. "I don't believe you!"

"Well, see for yourself!" I called and with that I dived under the water with my naked butt sticking out of the water.

"You pig! And to think I trusted you..!?" she said with a surprised look on her face. But her smile told me that she did not really mind. "How can you do that to me?"

"I'm sorry, but there was no way I was going back into town with wet clothes. How would I explain that?" I said.

"Shit, I didn't think of that!" she squealed. "What am I going to do? My undies are already wet and getting home with wet clothes would be begging for trouble! John would never understand."

"Well, if you put your undies on that rock in the middle of the river, I'm sure it will dry in no time. The rock must be quite warm as it's been baking in the sun all morning. But you'd better do it soon!" I suggested.

She gave me this horrified look and pondered my suggestion. Then, realizing that she had no choice, she reluctantly swam to the rock. She reached behind her and undid her bra. She let it drop of her shoulders and then reached under the water to take off her panties. She had to get up out of the water to reach the rock and did not mind doing so, as she was standing with her back towards me. As she reached up to lay the garments on the warm stone surface, the sides of her breasts became clearly visible, but she obviously was not aware of it. My hard cock was testimony to the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed the show! She finally slid back into the water and turned to face me with only her head above the water.

"There! I hope you're happy now." she said. "Skinny dipping, we are! But don't you dare come near me, OK?!"

"Promise!" I shouted and swam towards her. She shrieked and swam away. "OK, just kidding!" I said. 

I was now at the rock where her undies was drying in the sun. "Sexy undies!" I called and lifted her white high cut lacy panties for her to see.

"Ooh, you're evil!" she shouted and swam up to grab the panties from my hand. Of course I made her struggle for it and inevitably our bodies came into contact. I could clearly feel her naked breasts against my side, but she did not seem to mind or she did not notice. All she could think of was getting her panties out of my hand and back on the rock. She grabbed the panties from me and spread them on the rock again. This time the tops of her breasts were clearly visible above the water and I could even make out her nipples under the water. "You're a very naughty man!" she said and pushed me away. 

I was tempted to grab her arm and pull her towards me, but wisely decided to give her time to get used to her nakedness. We chatted about this and that while she was treading water not more than a yard away from me. 

All of a sudden she leaped on top of me, clinging to me for dear life, shouting "Help! Help! Snake! Snake!" I looked around us in the water for the snake and then I saw it! The 'snake' was merely a twig that was floating in the water. The water carried it against her back and when it lightly scratched her shoulder, she was convinced that she had been bitten by a snake!

I could not believe my luck! Because of the 'snake', Cassie was clinging to me with her naked body against mine, her arms and legs wrapped around me. This caused those luscious breasts to press into my chest and her naked pussy was resting on the shaft of my hard cock! I put my one hand around her and my other on her naked butt to support her. She was very upset and a little tearful so I held her close, with her head on my shoulder and explained that it was only a twig. I lifted her head and kissed her lightly one the lips. She sudden realized that we were both naked and I'm sure she felt my hard cock under her naked pussy, because she suddenly pulled away. Not wanting to take advantage of the situation, I let her go.

She swam to the rock in the middle of the river and I could see that she was still very shaken. I swam up to her and put my hand on her shoulder to console her.

"I'm sorry, I'm just being stupid" she said.

"Don't worry." I said. "You got a hell of a fright. Your reaction is perfectly normal." I pulled her closer and put my arm around her shoulder. She leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder."

"I'm really such a baby!" she said. "Please forgive me for being such a wimp."

I took her head between my hands, wanting to give her a light peck on the forehead. She lifted her head, so I kissed her lightly on the mouth. She smiled at me. "Thanks for being such a darling." she said. She put her arm around my waist and gave me a light hug. Her boob pressed into my ribcage and involuntarily my cock jumped to attention again. She kissed me on the cheek and swam away. I could see that she was OK.

I swam after her and dunked her head under the water. She shrieked, chased me, (of course I was in no hurry to get away from her!) and tried to do the same to me. The water was shallow enough for me to stand so I grabbed her and picked her up in my arms. She kicked furiously with her legs, making no attempt to get away from me. I carried her to shallower waters until her breasts became visible above the water. The sight of her magnificent breasts almost made me come right there in the water. They were firm and full, lily white with big light pink nipples and stood away from her body, defying gravity even as she lay on her back in my arms. She realized that her breasts were no longer hidden from my view and quickly covered them with one arm while the other was around my neck. 

"Please put me down." she said. I could see that she was uncomfortable with the situation and I let her slip to her feet. She stood in front of me, covering her ample breasts with her arms. "I'll race you to the rock!" she said in an attempt to defuse the tense situation and started swimming away from me. I chased her and caught her around the waist just before she reached the rock. 

"To the victor go the spoils!" I exclaimed as I started tickling her sides. She shrieked with laughter and fought and kicked and eventually ended up with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I put my hands on her butt and positioned her back against the rock. I lightly humped at her pussy with my hard dick and could feel her stiffen as my dick touched her pussy.

"Please... Please don't do this. I cannot do this to John..." I was beyond the point of no return and increased my humping at her pussy. I could feel the head of my cock finding her slit and sliding up and down it until it found the entrance to her womanhood. I started pushing and felt her pussy lips part to give access to my dick. "Please...! No!!!" she cried. She suddenly moved her hand down to her pussy, and grabbed my dick as I was entering her. She pulled it away from her pussy. "Please... Please understand." she said. She held my dick in her hand, probably worried that it would find its way back to her cunt if she let go. I lifted her ass until her breasts were above the water. This time she could do little to cover them, as her one hand was around my neck and the other was holding my dick. I lowered my head to her left breast and took her pink nipple into my mouth. I started nibbling on it. She moved the hand that was around my neck to the back of my head, pulling it to her breast. Her hand that was holding my dick started to lightly pump it. Her breathing became ragged as I continued to suck her nipple. 

I let go of her nipple and raised my head. I looked down at her face, which was very flushed, bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back and when I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth, her lips parted and she sucked it into her mouth. I moved my hand from her butt to her pussy. She did not object. I stroked her pussy and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was clean shaven! I parted her cunt lips with my fingers and then slid my middle finger all the way into her slick cunt. She groaned and her stroking on my cock picked up. I moved my hips forward to get it near her pussy again. This time she guided it to her pussy. I removed my finger from her cunt and opened the petals her pussy to accept the head of my dick as she was drawing it into her cunt. I felt the head of my dick finding her hole. I put both hands on her butt and pushed forward, pulling her towards me. I'll never forget the glorious sensation as my dick entered the soft, warm, slippery folds of her cunt. I pushed until my balls pressed against her asshole. My dick was completely buried in her cunt. She let go of my dick and put both arms around my neck, kissing me passionately.

"Oh God! What are we doing...?!" she groaned into my ear, as I started pushing in and out of her. I started fucking her in earnest, while she met all my thrusts with vigor. I felt the tension of my orgasm beginning to build and pulled my dick out of her pussy. She gave me a puzzled and disappointed look. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Come!" I said as I climbed onto the rock, pulling her up along with me. This was the first time I saw her completely naked. Her full breasts swayed as she climbed onto the rock, her nipples hard from the cold water and the excitement of the moment. I lay down on my back on a flat portion of the rock and pulled her down with me. Her pink, hairless slit looked inviting and I pulled it down onto my face. She was squatting over me as I started lapping up her juices from her overflowing cunt. Her hips jerked as my tongue touched her clit. She tasted as sweet as honey! She leaned forward and started stroking my cock again. Then I felt a warm wetness engulf my cock! She was blowing me! I started to fuck deep into her mouth in this sixty nine position with her on top, while sticking my tongue all the way up her pussy. I knew I was not going to last long and reluctantly pulled my dick out of her mouth. 

I then turned her around so that she squatted over my dick, facing me. Those full firm tits hung in front of me like giant water drops. I grabbed them and started sucking on them as she lowered herself onto my dick, guiding it into her slick love channel. I felt her pussy lips give way as I glided into her slippery folds. She started fucking me passionately as I thrust up into her cunt. I could feel her juices flow down my cock and onto my balls. Her breathing became heavier as the rhythm of her thighs started to pick up on my dick. Then she started quivering and her hips started bucking. She collapsed on top of me, shuddering in the throes of a mighty orgasm! I grabbed her tightly and pistoned my dick in and out of her pussy until I came! I shot stream after stream of hot cum up that juicy cunt. 

We just lay like that with her on top of me until my dick went soft inside her pussy. Nobody said a word. Eventually, she lifted herself off me, saying "Time to go..."

She stood over me, cum flowing freely from her pink, shaven pussy. She bent down and pulled me to my feet. We embraced and shared a deep passionate kiss. Then she bent down to pick up her bra and panties, which were pretty dry by then. She got into the water, wading to the river bank, holding her underwear over her head so that it would not get wet again. I followed her and when we got to the river bank, we were of course wet from head to toe. We did not have towels to dry off with, so getting dressed was out of the question.

"Well, we'll just have to use the big drier in the sky." I said, pointing at the sun. I pulled her down next to me in the grass. She lay in my arms with her head on my shoulder.

"How can something so wrong, feel so right...?" she said. I did not have an answer, so I just pulled her closer and kissed her. I held her boob in my hand and started tugging on her nipple. She started nibbling on my earlobe and before long, I was hard as a rock again! I could sense that she was also getting excited all over again, as she put her leg over mine and started mashing her cum-drenched cunt against my thigh. Her fingers moved down my stomach until it found my hard dick. She started stroking it and then moved her head down. Again that luscious mouth engulfed the head of my dick and her head started bobbing up and down on it. I fucked her mouth with gusto until I felt that familiar tingling in my balls again. I pulled her off me and rolled her over onto her back. I got on top of her and as if with a mind of its own my dick found her slick pussy without any help from me or her. I pushed forward and glided all the way into her cunt with ease. I fucked her hard, while kissing her passionately and pinching her nipples between my fingers. She met my every thrust and then threw her arms around me, her nails eating into my back as she exploded into yet another orgasm. Her hips bucked and I had a hard time keeping my dick inside her. I pushed her down hard and with a few hard strokes splashed the walls of her cunt with load after load of hot cum again. Then I collapsed on top of her. We were both totally spent and just lay like that until we were dry enough to get dressed.




Down By The River...



As I was getting dressed, I watched her. She put on her bra and panties and then pulled her dress over her head. She sat down to put on her shoes. Then she got up and stood with her back to me while removing the elastic band from her hair. I noticed a big wet spot on her dress just below her backside. I realized that it was from cum leaking out of her pussy while she sat down to put on her shoes.

'So much for trying to stay dry', I thought and smiled. How was she going to explain that to her husband?! Should tell her about it...?



Down By The River



Randy also still played softball for his company team, plus he routinely worked out with his two boys' Little League teams. And that, too, helped keep him in good shape.

Every once in a while, too, Rachel would lure her husband onto the basketball court for a game of one-on-one, or maybe HORSE, and then it would be the battle of the sexes. It never failed; every time Randy and Rachel battled on the court, they ended up fucking like monkeys. They were so evenly matched, as far as size and skill went, that their games got into the mind, and the tension they built up would inevitably spill over into the bedroom.

Rachel was the kind of person who would always give her man whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, but she was no pushover. Indeed, their whole life together was a wonderful display of two equals colliding into one entity. They had a loud, boisterous house, one that fit their active natures, and they still had a very aggressive sex life.

Feeling naughty as she snuggled with her husband in the cool water of the river, under the hot Southern sun, Rachel unbuttoned Randy's shorts and fished in his pants for his dick. She pulled the hard, purple pleaser out and began to lightly stroke him, as they kissed deeply, hungrily. Sliding down his body in the water, Rachel bent over Randy's crotch and quickly sucked about half of his dick into her mouth and began to work his meat into her throat. She took him all the way for a few seconds, then resumed her bobbing motion on his cock. Randy could feel his sap quickly rising to the surface, and he would have been content to give his wife the cum she craved, but just then he heard a noise coming from upriver, an oar banging against the side of a canoe.

Rachel just managed to get Randy's cock back in his shorts before two canoes floated slowly down the river. They'd been on the water for several hours and these were the first people they'd seen. They had picked a day in the middle of the week for their trip, so there wouldn't be too many people on the water. They had come out here to be alone, as much as possible, but it now appeared that they shared the river with at least two other boats.

Randy and Rachel gave the strangers a quick appraisal. They were both fairly young, college-age, it appeared. A husky young man with close-cropped blond hair manned the lead canoe, and a fairly exotic-looking young man was pulling the second. He was definitely black, with sepia-colored skin and nappy dreadlocks that were tight and fairly short. But it was obvious that he had more than one Caucasian in his gene pool, and maybe a Native American or two, as well. Both were fairly tall, several inches over six feet, and looked quite muscular, although the blond man was quite a bit heftier than his friend. In spite of herself, Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine as the two men passed, and she could sense them looking intently at her. They all waved a greeting to each other before the two men disappeared down the river.

After more frolic in the water, Randy and Rachel each popped open another beer, took another couple of tokes off the pipe, then shoved off and resumed their float. About 45 minutes later, they passed the two young men they'd seen earlier. They were beached and eating sandwiches. Again, they greeted each other cordially, but this time, they seemed to really examine each other.

Justin Spencer and Lee Monroe were roommates at the state university, several hours drive away, where they were members of the track team. Justin was a discus thrower and Lee specialized in the javelin. Justin had grown up in a small town upstate, while Lee was from Jamaica, so Justin knew something about this river. They were between summer sessions at school and had decided to get away for a couple of days before the next session began.

As they watched the couple, obviously a man and his wife or girlfriend, the young men couldn't quite conceal their interest. In fact, they stared openly at Rachel's big, fat tits, which were barely covered by her favorite white bikini top, which tied in the back and behind her neck. It was the one she always wore when she wanted to get as much of an all-over tan as possible without being naked.

"Man," Justin exclaimed as the couple rounded a bend and floated out of sight. "I'd like to be in that fucker's shoes, having those tits to play with. God, what a pair!" Lee just grunted something unintelligible, but he could feel a stirring in his groin recalling the sight of Rachel's nearly naked tits.

As the day wore on, clouds began to gather for the afternoon showers that are common in this part of the country in the summertime. As a soft rain began to fall, Randy and Rachel began looking in earnest for a suitable sandbar to set up camp. The rain began to come down harder, and a rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. Knowing that they were a lightning magnet with their metal boats on a body of water, Randy decided to put in at the first site that looked good, and presently, such a place appeared. 

It was a long, wide sandbar that offered plenty of room for camping before reaching a small bluff that framed the area. There was a large hardwood tree that had fallen many weeks or months before lying toward the far end of the sand bar. As a steady rain fell, Randy and Rachel quickly put their boats in, and began off-loading their gear, working quickly to get their tent up so they could get out of the rain, which had left them soaked.

They were still working on the tent in the rain, when they saw the two young men they'd seen earlier put in to the near end of the sandbar and pull their canoes out of the river. After a few minutes, the men casually walked over to where Randy and Rachel were putting the finishing touches on their tent.

"Do you guys mind if we set up camp over at the other end there?" Justin asked politely. "We'll try not to get in your way." Although they tried, Justin and Lee couldn't help but stare at Rachel's tits. The wet material of her bikini top had become nearly see-through, and her dark, fat nipples were clearly visible through the material.

Randy and Rachel looked at each other for a couple of seconds. He was profoundly disappointed at this turn of events. He had so wanted to be all alone with his love, so they could fuck openly under the stars, and maybe howl at the moon a little bit. But as he looked at Rachel, he saw a funny look in her eyes, and without hesitation, she said, "Sure, go right ahead." Rachel just smiled sweetly, but inside, she was churning.

Not long after they got their tents up, the rain stopped and the sun reappeared, turning the area into a sauna. Randy and Rachel busied themselves with setting up their cooking equipment and rummaging in the woods for firewood. Randy found their portable radio, quickly tuned in the local rock station, and soon tunes were wafting over the campsite. Randy reached in the cooler and pulled out a fresh beer, then pulled out Rachel's "entertainment," as she liked to call it, a full fifth of vodka and a gallon of orange juice. Randy fixed her a fairly weak one to start out, and they relaxed as the sun slowly dipped into the western horizon. After a few minutes sipping their drinks, they soon had their camp stove set up to heat a can of green beans, and charcoal was burning in their portable grill for their steaks. 

As the charcoal aroma wafted across the sand bar, Justin and Lee found their mouths watering. They had planned on just frying some hamburgers in a pan on their stove, but the smell from Randy's rig left them yearning for the charbroiled taste. Randy seemed to read their minds, because he called over to them.

"Hey you guys want to use our coals?" he asked. "Look, I'm going to have more fire here than I need, and y'all are welcome to use it." Lee and Justin were grateful for the offer, and for the opportunity to scope out the woman's tits at a closer range. It had been several weeks since either of them had been laid, and they were extremely horny.

Introductions were made and the foursome settled down to get to know each other. As they chatted over drinks, they found that they all had many of the same interests, mostly sports and music. Justin and Randy, in particular, found they shared an intense passion for the Atlanta Braves, and the conversation quickly turned to their beloved baseball team. After awhile, as Randy waited for the coals to get just right, he asked the young men if they partied. When they grinned at each other and said yes, Randy pulled out his pipe and fired it up. As they all got high, Justin shared a knowing look with Lee, then suggested that maybe after dinner they'd try some of their supply.

Lee spoke up, almost for the first time, "Oh yeah, mon, it's some of the really good ganja from home. Guaranteed to fuck you up." Randy said that sounded good to him, then he set to work grilling steaks. As Randy and Rachel ate their meal, Justin and Lee brought their burgers over and fixed their supper, then they kicked back to relax and enjoy the evening.

As the twilight deepened, Randy found the Braves game on the radio, then set about building a bonfire, while Rachel cleaned up from dinner and put everything away. Once the fire was going good, Lee and Justin brought their cooler and chairs over and joined the couple around the fire. Lee had brought a small knapsack and he pulled out a large pipe and a sizable bag of weed that looked positively wicked. It was a lime-green color, with big, sticky buds, and Lee filled the pipe three-quarters full then put fire to it. He took a big toke off the pipe then handed it to Randy.

"Be careful," Lee said. "This shit's a real creeper." Randy was a veteran when it came to herbal appreciation, and thought he could handle it. But in spite of his efforts, he took way too much and the smoke attacked his lungs like a kamikaze. He held off the coughing spasm as long as he could, his face turning purple as held the smoke in, but it was futile, and his lungs finally exploded, racking his body with deep coughs. The others, even his wife, got a big kick out of watching him go through the old stoner's convulsions. Then, as he finally got control of himself, he too grinned.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "You were right."

"Just wait a few minutes," Justin said with a big grin on his face. Sure enough, after the pipe had made the rounds three times, Randy started getting a feeling he'd never had before. It was like a delicious fog rolled over his body, and his mind was soaring through the stratosphere. He looked over at Rachel, and she had a blank look on her face that suggested that she, too, was feeling quite good.

As the night wore on, and as Rachel got more and more wasted, she started getting flirtatious. She wasn't always conscious that she was doing it, and she wasn't sure what was going to happen, or what she wanted to happen, but she was grooving on the attention these two horny young men were giving her. She hadn't changed, and was still in her white bikini top with a pair of baggy cutoffs. She could feel her pussy beginning to juice from the nearness of so much male meat, and from the effects of the weed and vodka. A rich aroma of sweat, insect repellant, suntan oil and female arousal emanated from Rachel's body. Rachel got more showy as the night progressed, giving the guys generous peeks at her cleavage when she bent over, and letting them have glimpses of her naked pussy through the open leg of her cutoffs. 

The Braves game didn't hold much interest; they fell behind by quite a bit early and were never really in the game, and finally, Randy tuned the radio to a station that played a mixture of good old hard rock and modern alternative rock. 

As they got higher and higher, with Randy bringing out a well-packed bowl of his weed to use as a maintenance dose, the group started telling raunchy stories and jokes, then the conversation turned to sex. Justin and Lee weren't necessarily braggarts, but they were active college guys, athletes even, and they had over their careers racked up quite a few trophies. One of the topics of conversation was what each person liked in their sex partners, and Rachel was gratified to learn that both Justin and Lee, being big guys, liked their women bigger than average. 

Randy, when asked, simply pointed at Rachel and said, "that's what I like." 

"Oh yeah," Lee exclaimed. "You know, it's true what they say about black men liking women with big butts, and I've got to say, your lady's got a very nice one."

Rachel could feel her pussy juicing at Lee's compliment. She was ready to kick this party up a notch, so she spoke up. 

"OK, you two college guys, tell me something," she said with a wicked grin on her face. "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Lee and Justin looked over at each other, then Justin answered, "Well, for me, it was probably the night we double-teamed Angela Murray a few months ago. She's this really hot distance runner on our team. She had the hots for Lee really bad, but I had the hots for her. So we made a deal. I got to fuck her first, then Lee came in and fucked her, then we both fucked her at the same time. Wore her slap out."

Rachel's pussy was boiling as she listened to Justin's story, and her legs were spread, giving all three men a generous view of her crotch. Lee's story was even better.

"It was back home a couple of years ago," he began in his soft, lilting island accent. "My brother is a bartender at a really nice beach resort, and he found me a job for the summer. Well, one night, this really good-looking woman from England started coming on to him. Turns out, she'd caught her husband shagging some whore, and she wanted revenge. Harrison, that's my brother, finally asked her point-blank what she wanted, and what she wanted was for him to gather as many of our friends as we could muster for a gangbang. She wanted black guys in numbers. She said she'd do as many of them as she could for as long as they could stand, and she did. God, that woman was insatiable. I finally left at dawn, because I had to go to work, and she was still going strong. We managed to gather up about a dozen to begin with, but I guess word got out that a rich white bitch from the resort was giving it away to all comers, because several dozen guys trooped through my brother's house, and they all fucked her."

Rachel was about to swoon as she listened to Lee's story. She knew at the moment what she wanted, but she was afraid to act on her feelings. Then she heard Lee ask her about the kinkiest thing she'd ever done. She looked over at Randy, who gave a slight nod, then she told them the story of their very first encounter, especially the part about Donnie Coleman. When she was finished, Lee looked over at Justin in an almost telepathic way, communicating their understanding of the dynamics that were at work with this couple.

As they partied into the night, Randy watched Rachel closely, and his emotions were in conflict. He could see his wife flirting openly with these guys, and he wondered if this might be the night their wildest fantasies came true. But he was fearful about his reaction and about Rachel's reaction to what might happen. So when Rachel got up to walk off to the woods to pee, Randy followed her. He detoured at their tent, rummaged around in their pack and found his travel kit, where he kept his trusty supply of Viagra. Because it was so expensive, he didn't take it often, just when he wanted to give Rachel a thorough boning. But tonight, he decided to splurge, and shook out three of the blue diamond pills and popped them in his mouth, washing them down with his beer. Then he went to speak to his wife.

Rachel was startled for a second when she finished her business and saw Randy standing watching. They approached each other and embraced hotly. After a wet kiss, Randy looked down at his beautiful wife and asked the question he'd been turning over in his mind for the better part of an hour.

"So tell me, love, how far are you prepared to go with these guys?" he asked, softly.

"How far do you want me to go?" Rachel answered in a teasing tone of voice. "Baby, you know me, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"Well, you sure have been giving them a show; they're practically drooling all over themselves over you," Randy said. "And I've seen the way you've been staring at their dicks."

Rachel suddenly felt herself possessed by some kind of devilette, because she abruptly turned intensely seductive. Tracing a circle on her husband's bare chest with her index finger, she purred, "What do you want, baby? You want to watch them fuck me? You want to stick your dick in my pussy after it's been filled with cum from two young studs? You want to watch your lovely wife act like a slut for two complete strangers? Is that what you want?"

Randy didn't answer, but simply pressed himself to his wife and kissed her with absolute abandon. He forced his tongue into her mouth and they battled ferociously for long moments. Rachel could feel Randy's rock-hard cock pressing into her crotch as they embraced

"I'll take that as a yes," Rachel replied dreamily, when they broke the embrace. Then she turned serious, or as serious as she could be as drunk and high as she was. "I love you so much. Baby, you know this has been my fantasy forever, and I think it's been yours, too. We'll never have a better opportunity to make it happen than right here, right now."

Randy simply nodded, the fiery look in his eyes all the confirmation Rachel needed.

"OK, let's set some ground rules," Rachel said, mustering rationality for possibly the last time that night. "First, I'm not holding anything back. If we're going to do this, then we're going all the way. I'm going to surrender to my lust and let you guys do anything you want to me. Second, and I'm serious about this, you have to promise me you won't get halfway into it and go jealous on me. You're going to be as much a part of this as they are, and you'll get just as much as anyone else. Finally, what happens out here stays out here. Agreed?"

"All right, my love," Randy said. "You're the boss."

"Well, then, I guess it's time to orgy," Rachel said finally. "Look, why don't you go off and gather some firewood for a few minutes and let me, um, warm the guys up."

While Rachel and Randy were discussing their plans, Justin and Lee talked softly among themselves. The sexy conversation and the nearness of such a horny babe had inflamed them to near madness.

"So, what do you think?" Justin said. "Are we gonna score?"

"I think it's up to the husband," Lee replied as he refilled his pipe with some of the pungent Jamaican weed. "She wants it, you can tell, and I think he does, too, but we'll have to see."

Cunt juice was literally dripping down the insides of Rachel's thighs as she sauntered back to the campfire. She faced the two young men, then squatted down, opened the cooler to fix another drink and bent over, giving Lee and Justin a very generous look at her tits and her crotch, and they stared at her openly. As she was pouring the orange juice into her glass, she looked up and smiled sweetly. Then she stood up, walked over to the fire and faced the two young men.

"So, you guys want to see them?" she asked. When they didn't answer immediately, she continued, "My tits, you want to see them? Y'all have been staring at them all night, so I thought maybe you'd like to see them in the flesh."

Both men agreed enthusiastically, so Rachel pulled the bikini top off her breasts and let them flop out into the open. She walked seductively over to where they were seated, cupping her breasts in her hands and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She stood right in front of them and displayed her beautiful tits to their bug-eyed gaze.

Knowing what they wanted, Rachel told them softly to, "go on, put your hands on them," and they did, squeezing and kneading her fleshy tits. As Justin and Lee glommed her tit, Rachel drank deeply from her glass then threw her head back in ecstasy. Getting bolder, both young men leaned forward and each put a mouth to a nipple, and Rachel groaned heavily at the sensation of two tongues working each of tits. As they did, they each ran a hand up a leg and quickly discovered just how ready she was for sex.




Down By The River



"God, Rachel, you're soaking wet," Justin exclaimed. "You like this, don't you."

"Oh, I love it," she breathed in response.

"So, what about your husband?" Lee asked. "What's he going to think about his wife fucking two strangers?"

"He's cool," Rachel answered. "He's probably out there watching with the biggest hard-on you ever saw."

"Well, let's give him something to see," Lee said finally, and as he did he reached up and unbuttoned Rachel's shorts and let them drop to the ground. Rachel quickly stepped out of them, kicked them aside and swayed in the flickering firelight proudly naked except for the modest hoop earrings she'd had on all day. Lee and Justin immediately ran their hands between her legs, thrusting their fingers in her soupy snatch.

Rachel had a thick dark bush of hair between her legs. She kept it shaved back off her legs and her abdomen, and clipped the ends a little to keep it from getting too unruly, but there wasn't much she could do, or wanted to do, about the rest of it. She was kind of proud of the way her bush framed her pussy lips then curled around to give her ass a dark halo.

As Justin plowed two fingers vigorously in her cunt, Lee smeared some of her juice onto her asshole and began to rim her anal ring. Rachel growled in approval as she felt Lee's finger penetrate her ass, and she swayed lustily at the digital assault on her holes. A tremendous orgasm was brewing her groin and she rotated her hips to get every bit of pleasure from the two sets of hands that were working her crotch.

Randy stood just at the edge of firelight that surrounded their bonfire. He was naked and sporting an erection that seemed to be made of steel. He was trembling with lust as he watched these two young studs work on his wife.

Lee finally stood up and kissed Rachel deep and hard, their tongues slashing at each other. Then Justin stood up and gave her a similar kiss, while Lee bent down to lick, kiss and suck Rachel's tits. As soon as the men stood up, Rachel's hands gravitated like magnets to the bulges in their pants and began to stroke their cocks. She quickly got Lee's pants off then pulled Justin's shorts off. She stepped back just a bit to examine the cocks she was about to enjoy.

Somehow, it gave Rachel a thrill to learn that while Justin and Lee were both very well endowed, they were neither one quite as long or fat as her husband. Lee's cock was close, though. It was nearly as long as Randy's, but it was fairly thin. Justin's cock was fatter than Lee's, but was maybe a half-inch to an inch shorter. Justin, however, had an interesting curve to his cock, almost like a rhinoceros horn, and Rachel got the feeling that the curve would just about hit her G spot, deep in her ravenous pussy.

Rachel grabbed each boner in her fists and slowly worked them up and down, feeling the pre-cum boil out the tip of each dick. Once again, she kissed each man deeply, wantonly, as she softly stroked their cocks.

When Lee stepped back to fire up the pipe, Randy took that as his cue to reenter the scene. He thrilled at the lust-lidded look in his wife's eyes as he walked to the fire and set down his armload of wood.

"So, y'all decided to start without me, huh?" he said, with mock seriousness. He walked over and kissed Rachel deeply, then took a big hit off the pipe.

"Rachel says you're cool about this," Justin said. "Are you?"

"I wouldn't be standing here like this if I wasn't," Randy said. "This has been one of our biggest fantasies for as long as I can remember. And believe me, you'll enjoy it. Rachel's very good in the sack. In fact, why don't you show them what you can do with your mouth, dear." 

After taking her turn on the pipe, Rachel fell to her knees in front of Lee and Justin, opened her mouth and sucked Lee's dick into her mouth. She took him right to the root, as Lee threw his head back and groaned, then she pulled back a little and began to give him a slow in-and-out motion, swirling her tongue around the shaft.

She sucked Lee's cock, while stroking Justin, then pulled Lee's cock out and turned to Justin. She did the same thing to him that she'd done to Lee. She sucked him all the way to the base then backed off and worked her mouth vigorously on his cock. Back and forth she went between the two cocks, while Randy busied himself fixing up a palate by the fire, against the big log that framed the area around the fire. He got an old quilt out of their gearbox, laid it down, then grabbed a couple of pillows from out of the tent.

As he finished fixing up the palate, he watched as Lee picked Rachel up off her knees, so she was standing up, then he knelt down in front of her and pressed his face to her cunt. Rachel wrapped her left leg around his shoulders to give him easier access as he began to lick her pussy. Rachel could feel her first orgasm boiling to the surface from the tongue-lashing she was getting from Lee's long, talented tongue, and she ground her crotch into his face.

Just then she felt her butt cheeks being pulled open, and she gasped as Justin's tongue began licking around her anus. Rachel stood there looking at her husband blankly, and she squeezed and mauled her tits as her lust ballooned. Justin and Lee ate her out with brisk tongue strokes, then they switched places, and Rachel couldn't hold back any longer when Lee's long tongue penetrated her ass. She shuddered and gasped as her orgasm washed over her sweaty body.

By then, Randy was finished fixing up a place for them to lie down, and walked over to where Rachel had dropped back to her knees to suck cock. This time, Randy joined them, and the trio of men crowded around the horny brunette, pressing the cocks to her face. Rachel sucked the two younger men for a while, then turned to her husband. She smiled as she looked up at her man with flaming eyes.

"Watch this," Randy said to the other men as he pushed his cock into Rachel's mouth. She slowly enveloped it with her mouth, and hummed as the head passed into her throat. Lee and Justin stood there with springs on their eyes as they watched Rachel inhale Randy's cock. Lee, in particular, was impressed, both by Rachel's cocksucking ability and by the size of Randy's cock. He had encountered very few men who had bigger dicks that his, and most of those had been very large men, basketball players mostly. And the fact that Rachel could take Randy to the hilt seemingly without effort nearly pushed him over the edge into a premature orgasm.

After a minute or two sucking Randy's cock, Rachel could feel another orgasm building, and she knew it was time to take the show to the palate.

"It's time for you guys to fuck me," she said softly, but urgently as she lay on her back on the palate. "Justin, I want you first, then Lee, then Randy.

Justin didn't hesitate, but knelt between Rachel's widespread legs, gripped his dick, pushed it into Rachel's swampy slit and thrust in deeply.

"Gwad!" Rachel exclaimed when Justin's cock was fully embedded in her cunt. "Ummmmm! Fuck me!" Justin did as he was bidden, pumping his cock back and forth in Rachel's pussy. Justin filled his hands with her sweaty tits, which jiggled wildly on her chest as she humped back to meet Justin's incoming thrusts.

Rachel could feel her second orgasm welling up in her groin as Justin fucked her at a strong, but measured pace. Every time the head of Justin's cock pushed its way to its deepest point, the curved end of his dick seemed to hit her sweet spot, deep in her pussy, sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine. 

Justin leaned over Rachel and she reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to urge him on. As their passion increased, little moans and gasps mixed with the rhythmic slapping of wet flesh on wet flesh to create a symphony of lust.

Rachel was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, and so was Justin. He screwed his eyes shut as he tried to prolong his pleasure, but the powerful muscles in Rachel's well-practiced pussy were making it harder to do that. Faster and faster, Justin pounded his prick in Rachel's twitching cunt.

Finally, Justin couldn't take it any more. With a savage grunt, he thrust deeply one final time then felt a rusty cum load spew out the end of his throbbing cock. He filled Rachel's pussy with what seemed like a bucketful of cum, and the explosion triggered Rachel's climax. She writhed and moaned underneath Justin's bearish body, as the orgasm seemed to want to split her in two.

Even as the last vestiges of her orgasm were fading, Justin pulled out, followed by a rivulet of semen, and was immediately replaced by Lee. The young black man gazed at the horny white slut on the palate, with cum oozing out of her cunt, and he was inflamed with lust. He pushed his brown dong into Rachel's cunt forcefully, and as he did Rachel howled in pleasure. Her lust was building again, beginning to peak from the plateau of pleasure she'd already experienced. Her passion was enhanced by the fact that a black man was fucking her for the first time in her life. She had never told Randy this, but another one of her fantasies had always been to sample a black cock, and now that fantasy was also coming real.

Lee, meanwhile, thought he must have died and gone to heaven. Rachel's cunt was just about a perfect fit for his long, slender cock, and he fucked her at a steady pace. And Rachel was positively going wild under his sweat-covered body. She wrapped her arms and legs around Lee, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him deeply, while she humped him with abandon.

Randy sat in a chair, softly stroking his ballistic cock and sipping a beer, as he waited for his turn. As he watched his wife fuck this young Jamaican stud, he could feel a welter of conflicting emotions rising up in his soul. Certainly there was lust, but there was also some fear, anxiety, maybe a little bit of jealousy, but also some pride. That was his woman there, and he got considerable satisfaction out of the fact that she had so completely driven two virile young men mad with desire for her.

As far as Rachel was concerned, at that moment, Randy could have been in Timbuktu. She was totally absorbed with the fucking she was getting from Lee. Another orgasm was building rapidly as Lee fucked her with strong, corkscrew motions. She howled and cried out as a veil of lust blew her mind.

As Lee picked up the pace, Rachel could feel her third orgasm reach the boiling point, and she exhorted Lee to cum with her. Lee just gritted his teeth and fucked her with a wildness that he hadn't known he possessed. As the couple on the ground fucked crazily, they could feel the roller coaster tumble down the rail as a powerful mutual orgasm swept over them.

With a choking cry, Lee pushed his dick fully into Rachel's cunt and exploded wildly in her twitching, spasming cunt. A half-dozen powerful cum shots basted Rachel's womb, and once again the feeling triggered an orgasm, the likes of which she had never seen. She thrashed on the palate, and screamed out her passion, her whole body shaking and shuddering.

In spite of his promise to Rachel, Randy could feel a bit of anger boil up in him. His wife had never come like that for him, but she had for this young, black stranger. Rachel's pussy was a cum-filled lake as Lee pulled his cock out and backed away. Rachel was still twitching when she opened her eyes and saw Randy looming over her. She saw the look of fear and jealousy in his eyes and her mouth fell open, but the exclamation died in her throat as Randy pushed his massive cock in her pussy, all the way to his balls in one, hard, brutal thrust.

"Ah, ah, Baby, fuck meeeee!" Rachel wailed, then she spoke more softly, knowing she needed to assuage her husband's concerns. "You're still the best. Oh, baby, you make… me… feel… soooo… good." Her last words were delivered in between heavy gasps as Randy plowed his cock ferociously in his wife's cum-filled cunt.

Rachel's soothing words did a lot to dispel Randy's fleeting feelings of jealously. After all, he thought, as he plowed his wife's pussy, he had given his consent for this orgy, and the fact that Rachel pulled him to her and kissed him wantonly, lovingly, turned him more playful.

"You like this, don't you," he whispered in Rachel's ear, which he nibbled and licked, driving her wild. "You really are a slut inside, aren't you."

"Unh, for you, baby, I'm anything you want me to be," Rachel panted as she rolled her hips around her husband's long, fat cock. She could feel yet another orgasm brewing in her groin, and if anything, it promised to be just as intense as the one she'd just experienced with Lee. Her whole being had been reduced to carnality, her whole world the pleasure she was receiving from Randy's powerful cock.

The potent weed, combined with the effects of the Viagra pills he'd taken earlier, had given him a blue-steel boner like he'd never seen before. He just kept on fucking his wife, seemingly forever, and it didn't take much of that caliber of fucking for Rachel to orgasm again. Her body shimmied and shook as she climaxed, and, incredibly, instead of coming down, her lust stayed at a high level, and a few minutes later, she climaxed again, then she came a third time before Randy finally pulled himself onto his knees and began to hit the gravy strokes.

Randy gave Rachel long, full-length thrusts that forced the air audibly out of her lungs. Rachel could feel still another orgasm roaring through her body, and she wanted to hold it back until she could cum with her husband. She didn't have to wait long. Panting and groaning, Randy gave Rachel three especially hard thrusts then surrendered one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had. It was almost painful as he fired a seemingly endless series of cumshots deep in Rachel's body. Again, the feeling of Randy's cum set off another orgasm in Rachel's groin, and she humped wildly as the climax washed over her like a tidal wave. They kissed, then, wildly, communicating their passion and lust for each other in the language of lovers.

Rachel held her husband for what seemed like forever before they finally came down slowly from their mountaintop of lust. Randy pulled back, and his still semi-hard cock slipped out of his wife's pussy. He just knelt for a moment and gazed at the spectacle of Rachel's sweat-covered body. She was lying splayed on the palate, semen pouring from her gaping pussy lips and pooling under her butt on the quilt, a dreamy look on her face and her eyes closed in reverie.

"Wow," Rachel exclaimed when she finally opened her eyes and sat up against the log. "You guys were great! I just hope you have some more cum for me; just give me a few minutes to rest up, and we'll do it all over again. I want to fuck all night."

Justin and Lee were already sporting the beginnings of another erection, and Randy's cock hadn't ever gone completely soft, so they knew they would be giving Rachel exactly what she wanted in a very short time.

But first, they had some business to attend to. While Lee fired up the pipe, Randy fetched a round of beers and fixed Rachel another drink, then Justin pulled out a small vial and a small spoon from Lee's knapsack.

"I only break this stuff out for special occasions, because I don't have a whole lot of it," Justin said. "But I think this qualifies as a special occasion. You guys up for it?"

Rachel knew as soon as she saw Justin uncap the vial, stick the spoon in and draw out some of the crystalline powder that she was officially a goner. When she had been working her way through nearly every sexy dude at college, before she met Randy, many of her boyfriends had plied her with cocaine, because that was what you did in college in the early to mid-80s, and it always made her wildly, insanely, horny. She and Randy had done it a few times when they were still in college, but after they had married, coke had faded from their lives.

Justin gave everyone a liberal dose up each nostril, and the effects were nearly instantaneous. Rachel could feel her libido soaring as cool Cousin Cocaine worked its magic. She knew just what she wanted with this next round of sex.

"I want to fuck all of you at once," she whispered. "I want every hole I've got stuffed with your big, beautiful cocks. Think y'all can handle that?"

Downing the rest of her drink, she called the trio of men over to the blanket, and they stood around her, their renewed hard-ons gleaming in the firelight. She spent a few minutes sucking each one in turn, taking them deep in her vacuuming throat, and lashing them with her active tongue. Randy, at one point, rubbed the drooling tip of his dick over her nipples, sending paroxysms of lust racing through her body. At another, Rachel brought the heads of all three cocks to her lips and did her best to get all three in her mouth at once, something she'd seen on a porn movie she and Randy had watched one time. 

After a few minutes of sucking, Rachel was ready. She positioned Lee onto his back, his long cock jutting straight up to the stars. She got on her knees, straddled his hips, gripped the cock firmly at the base, inserted the head of his dick into her hole and slowly let her over-juiced pussy slide all the way down the shaft. As she was filled with Lee's brown cock, she shook her voluminous curls back, leaving little tendrils of hair clinging to her sweaty body. She quickly established a riding motion, up and down, up and down, on Lee's throbbing cock, and her big tits flopped around wetly on her chest.

Justin stepped over to Rachel's right side and offered her his cock to suck, and she inhaled it with total abandon, humming as she worked him with her mouth.

Rachel had only been going for a short time when Randy knelt behind his wife. She obliged by reaching back with both hands and pulling her butt cheeks apart, exposing her asshole, which gleamed with cum that had poured out of her pussy.

Randy marveled at how Lee's cock disappeared and reappeared with each upward shake of Rachel's hips. He licked a finger then slowly inserted it in Rachel's brown-eye, and began to finger-fuck her ass. When he had three fingers pumping rhythmically in time with Lee's fucking, Randy knew she was ready. 

Grasping his cock in his fist, he waited until Rachel was on the up-stroke with Lee, then he held her there, pressed the head of his cock to his wife's butt and pushed it past the sphincter. Randy just held it in place when the head popped past the anal ring. Then, on an unspoken signal, he and Lee pushed themselves in fully to the hilt at the same time.

Rachel screamed as she was skewered by the twin cocks at her crotch, her hand rhythmically stroking Justin's dick. She leaned forward, propping herself with her hands on the ground, her arms straddling Lee's chest as Randy began to thrust himself all the way back and forth, back and forth, in her ass. 

Quickly, the two men established a steady rhythm in Rachel's pussy and ass. It was sort of a rolling thunder through her entire crotch area. While Rachel was undulating between Randy and Lee, the two men were smoking pistons as they thrust their hips upward and downward in unison.

Not wanting to leave anyone out, Rachel frantically reached up and stuffed Justin's cock into her ravening mouth, taking him balls-deep in one long suck. She licked and slobbered whorishly all over his cock, and a potent mixture of saliva and pre-cum drooled down his balls. Justin wanted a little more control, so he grabbed Rachel's hair like handlebars and began to drill his cock mercilessly in her mouth and down her throat.

Rachel's body was on fire, the combination of the chemicals and the all-consuming lust turning her insides into a boiling witches' brew of sexual emotions. She had never felt anything so pleasurable in her life as to have all three of her openings filled with hard, pulsing cocks, powered by men using her as a complete sexual toy. The cocaine, especially, had turned her into an insatiable beast, an animal whose only thought, only consciousness was pure sexual pleasure. She felt like she was being split in two by the long cocks that pulsed and pushed in her pussy and ass, the pulsing meat separated only by a slippery membrane.




Down By The River



Lee was mesmerized by the swaying globes of Rachel's sweaty tits, and finally he reached up and grabbed them forcefully in each hand and brought them to his mouth. He proceeded to lick, suck and nibble the huge brown tips with his mouth, and maul them with his strong hands. 

That did it for Rachel. The electric shock from Lee's mouth went straight from her tits down her spine to her cunt, and she exploded in a frenzy of vigorous shaking and loud moaning. Her orgasm was every bit as intense, maybe more so, than the ones she'd experienced earlier. This whole night was a sexual revelation for Rachel, as she seemed to be going from one all-time peak straight to another, even higher peak.

The foursome humped just like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably closer to 20 minutes, bringing Rachel to two more orgasms just like that in succession. She was amazed at their control as they fucked her to oblivion, her mind a delirious whirl of sensations. 

Finally, Justin announced that he didn't think he could hold back any longer, and in response, the other two men picked up their pace until they were jack-hammering Rachel's body at a high rate of speed. With a gasp, Justin gripped Rachel's hair tightly, fucked his cock to the hilt in her throat and sent a hard succession of explosive cumshots straight into her stomach. His hips twitched as he shot his load, and Rachel's cheeks bulged wetly with each spurt. In spite of her sexual delirium, she managed to swallow every single drop.

As Justin was cumming, Randy looked down at Lee and nodded, and together they pulled Rachel's plump hips to them one final time, spearing deep in their respective holes then they came at almost the same moment, spewing their hot loads deep in her womb and in her bowels.

The twin volcanoes of cum did it to Rachel again, and with a violent shudder, she came yet again, moaning and twitching uncontrollably. For long minutes, the trio of men hosed all of Rachel's holes before the fever passed and they began to settle back, tired, but still buzzed from the fabulous sex they were enjoying.

Finally, Randy leaned forward onto Rachel's back, rolled off to his left onto the palate when his dick finally slithered out of her cunt. As he did he took Rachel with him, pulling her off Lee's withered dong. Justin was sprawled out in one of the fold-up chairs while Lee rolled off to the side of the blanket.

Randy wrapped his arms around his wife and squeezed a tit. "You having fun, baby?" he whispered in her ear.

"Ooooh, you know I am," she breathed back. "Thank you for letting it happen. I love you so much."

"So, how much you got left?" Randy asked, moving his hand down to her butt cheek and between her legs. "You said you wanted to fuck all night. Still want to fuck all night?"

"Well, I'm pretty wrecked, but I've got probably one more good round left in me," Rachel answered as she felt Randy's fingers rim her still-open anus then brush her clit. "Maybe I'll let them each have a taste of my ass, now that you got me bored open."

Then Rachel sat up slightly and asked for another drink, straight OJ this time, then she went off to piss. Randy poured her a glass, then walked in the other direction to pee himself. As he did, Lee hurried up to walk with him.

"Your old lady; she's fabulous, mon," Lee said. "You should be proud to have a woman like that. And she should be proud to have a man like you. Takes a special kind of love to offer your woman for the pleasure of others."

Randy smiled when he thought about how close he came to losing it earlier, then answered thoughtfully, "Well, today's your lucky day, because this is the first time we've ever done anything like this. You know, it was always a fantasy, but you never think it'll come real. But it just seemed like the timing was right."

"Well, thanks for inviting us," Lee said.

"So, how many bullets you got left in there?" Randy said as he watched Lee shake the last drops of urine off the end of his dick. 

"One for sure," Lee replied. "Whether I can get it up after that depends on how the next round goes."

"With her, I'll get it up as many times as I can as many times as she'll let me," Justin drawled as he approached the other two men to do his business. "That's a fine piece of ass right there."

"Well, I've probably only got one more good hard-on left in me," Randy said. "I'm not 21 any more like you two. So when we get going again, I'm going to sit back and just watch for a while. I want to see you take my wife and just fuck the living shit out of her, fuck her hard. That's what she likes. I'll jump in after a bit, when I'm ready to rock and roll."

For next few minutes, then, the group sat around the replenished fire, listening to tunes and refreshing their buzz. Randy passed out beers, Lee fired up the pipe full of Jamaican and Justin dipped into his vial for the last of his blow. When the pipe was cooked and the coke gone, there was just a moment's silence as the music played and the night birds cackled.

Rachel broke the spell by lying back on the palate, slightly on her side, lifting her right leg to expose her crotch to the trio of men and beginning to masturbate vigorously. She was starting to percolate again, her sexual desire overwhelming her tiredness and drunkenness. Randy watched spellbound as Justin lay down on the palate on Rachel's left while Lee walked over to sit on the log behind her and to her right, his growing dick dangling in her face. 

Justin moved Rachel's hand away from her crotch and took over the task of finger her pussy and her ass, while Lee ran the dripping head of his cock over her face. Rachel stuck out her tongue and licked Lee's cock while Justin probed her holes front and back. When he felt like he was ready, Justin turned Rachel over so she was lying on her right side then got right behind her in a spoon position and slid his cock up her ass without any hesitation whatsoever. At the same moment, Lee pulled her head back and fed his cock into her mouth, with Rachel's tongue guiding it in. Lee gripped the sides of her head as he began to work his long dong back and forth in her hot mouth.

Randy's cock was a nuclear missile once again as he sat back and watched the young men fuck his wife into the stratosphere. Rachel was humping back hard to meet Justin's thrusts in her ass while Lee was fucking her face deeply, eliciting muffled grunts and groans from her ravaged throat. Occasionally, she would pull Lee's cock out of her mouth and smear the juicy member all over her face before stuffing it back down her throat.

After quite a few minutes of steady humping in this mode, Justin rolled over onto his knees, swiveling Rachel's body around his cock as he repositioned her onto her back. Then he picked up her legs at the knees and began to drive his cock powerfully into her ass, pulling it almost all the way out then ramming it deep. Lee moved as well, getting on his knees behind Rachel's head. When Justin had established a brisk rhythm in her ass, Lee pulled Rachel's head backward and straddled it, then thrust his cock between her hungry lips and began to fuck her face. 

Together, Justin and Lee began to set a brutal pace in Rachel's body, hammering away at her holes. Lee's balls slapped her in the nose as he drove his cock to the hilt in her throat; Justin fought for control as he plowed his way back and forth in her ass; Rachel's hands were clawing frantically at her pussy, three fingers of one hand pounding in her cunt and three fingers of the other twisting her clit; and Randy sat on the edge of his chair, his eyes glued to the spectacle in front of him and slowly fisting his iron-hard cock.

Periodically, when he felt himself getting too close to cumming or that Rachel needed a deep breath, Lee would pull his cock out and rub it all over her face some more and many slap her lightly on the cheeks, lips and nose with it, giving a Rachel a real buzz at the submissiveness of such play.

Rachel's entire being was inundated with the waves of pleasure that were rocketing through her body. Her sense of conscious awareness had dimmed as she surrendered so completely to her lust. She wanted them to use her like a cheap whore; it was what she'd wanted from the very first, and now that it was real, she wanted it to go on and on and on. She wanted to wallow in pleasure, and for maybe the only time in her life be the slut she knew deep down that she'd always meant to be.

Just the mere thought of it caused Rachel's orgasm to swell and crash, almost without warning, and her thrashings and the clenching of her rectum that that caused was too much for Justin. He felt the sudden electric shock of his orgasm and he just let it go, refilling Rachel's ass with a hot, wet load of fairly weak semen. 

Justin crawled back out of the way and sat down heavily on one of the chairs, leaving Rachel's ass red, swollen and wide-open, leaking fluid. Lee pulled his cock out of her mouth and instructed her to sit up and get on all fours, with her ass up in the air. He leaned back on the log for support as he watched Rachel obediently get on her knees and thrust her butt in the air. Lee gripped his cock in his left hand, pulled Rachel's right butt cheek open with his other hand and pushed his cock right into her anus, sinking heavily deep into her rectum in one smooth plunge.

Lee couldn't believe Rachel's ass. Despite the pounding it had already taken, it was still tight and velvety, and Rachel worked her muscles around his dong to give him the full treatment, laughing huskily as she worked him in her backside.

In that position, Rachel's tits shook and shimmied on her chest as Lee fucked her hard from behind, and he closed her eyes and swayed seductively, completely lost in the moment. Randy decided that this would be a good time to join the fray, so he knelt in front of his wife and offered her his cock. It was almost as if she'd forgotten he or anyone else was there, as she started, stared at his cock for a split second then grabbed it forcefully and gobbled it down in one frenzied plunge. Rachel went stark crazy sucking her husband's cock like it was her last meal. She licked, kissed and slobbered all over his red, massive meat, even moving her head to lick and suck his balls.

Occasionally, just to cool her off for a second, Randy would pull his dick out and rub its wetness all over her face then stuff it back in her eager mouth. All the while, Rachel was making weird keening, moaning noises and uttering half-unintelligible words and phrases, usually exhortations for the men to fuck her senseless, which they were well on the way to doing.

Rachel was about to orgasm like she had never orgasmed in her life. Something like a nuclear meltdown was taking place in her pleasure core. The orgasms she'd already experienced, combined with the chemical soup in her mind and body, had already brought her to an incredibly high level of arousal. But now she was about to learn what multiple orgasms were all about.

Randy finally had a hard time keeping his cock in Rachel's mouth, as wild as she was getting, so he pushed her back just a bit, so her tits jutted out a little further, then began to saw his dick between the valley of her mounds. Randy held his cock at the base to run it between her tits, and Rachel had enough presence of mind to reach around to grab her husband around the back of his thighs and pull his to her, effectively pushing her tits together to increase the friction on his dick. Randy tit-fucked his wife for several minutes while Lee pumped his cock steadily, evenly in her buttery ass. Sometimes Rachel would be lucid enough to lick the head of his cock as it poked at her chin on every up-stroke; sometimes Randy would roll his cock around her super-sensitive nipples.

And it was one such swipe that sent an electric shock to her core that tipped her over the edge. With a shudder and scream, she orgasmed heavily, shaking her head madly from the intense feelings. Even as she writhed wildly, Lee pulled Rachel back as he settled onto the blanket with his back against the log, until she was straddling his hips, with her feet underneath her. Rachel laughed insanely, even as one orgasm spilled into another, and she began to ride Lee's cock like a naked cowgirl.

Randy watched in awe as Rachel threw her body all over Lee's cock, rolling around like some demented whore. Lee finally had to grab her hips firmly to get any kind of control. Just then, Randy felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Justin with yet another hard-on. He'd been sitting on the chair watching and frantically stroking his cock, trying to will another erection. He'd finally succeeded, and he saw just what he wanted. Randy waved him in and looked on as Justin crouched between Rachel's legs, placed one hand on her side to steady her and used the other to push his cock up her twitching, flooding cunt.

Rachel howled wildly as Justin's cock began to fuck her in time to the increasing speed of Lee fucking her ass. Growls and grunts filled they air as the speared their cocks deep in her cavities. Randy quickly scrambled up to stand on Rachel's left side. He grabbed the back of her head and drilled his cock deep in her mouth and into her throat. He fucked his wife's face like the slut he knew she wanted to be right at that moment, and all Rachel could do was wrap her arm around her husband's leg for support and take every inch of his dick.

It seemed like time stood still as the foursome worked. Rachel's orgasms were coming out like bullets from a machine gun, seemingly ripping her guts to shreds and blowing her mind clear to the next county. It couldn't last forever, however, and this time it was Lee who finally succumbed.

Lee pulled Rachel's hips forcefully onto his cock one last time, thrust as deep as possible and shot off like a Roman candle, spewing spurt after spurt of boiling hot cream up into her bowels. That spiked Rachel's continuing climax and, she suddenly, in an orgasmic spasm, squeezed Justin's cock right out into his hands, and 10 seconds of powerful stroking later, those hands pulled a thin, but explosive burst of cum out the end of his dick, where it covered her abdomen and her cum-saturated pubic bush.

At that, Randy wrenched his cock out of Rachel's mouth, stroked himself for a couple of seconds and shot four hard streams of cum across her tits, squeezing out the last few drops onto each nipple, then rubbing the whole gooey mixture all over his wife's big, fat tits until they gleamed.

As she continued to convulse with the slowly diminishing effects of her orgasms, Rachel felt her consciousness slip away, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out cold. And even then, her body continued to twitch in rippling waves of pleasure.

Randy staggered back to find one final beer, Justin was wearily gathering up his things as Lee rolled Rachel's dead weight off his body and extracted his dick from her ass, leaving behind a gaping hole and a river of hot cum that dribbled onto her butt and the backs of her thighs. Randy took a look around then laughed heartily. The fire had just about died out and there was silvery, ghostly glow about the area from the late-rising moon arcing across the eastern sky. When their friends had found their clothes and packed up their gear, they tried to awaken Rachel, but she was out of it. So Randy picked her up by the legs while Justin and Lee got their arms around her shoulders then they hauled her to the tent and laid her on the sheets on their air mattress.

As the young men walked back to their tent, Randy thanked them for a great time, and they returned the thanks. Then he finished his beer, went into the tent and looked down at his wife. Her breasts were still smeared with the remnants of his cum, her face was still wet from cock juice being rubbed all over it, and cum still flowed freely from her pussy and her ass, both of which were obscenely distended, red and open. He didn't think she'd ever looked better.

Then he crawled in next to Rachel, and felt her snuggle up against him, the first indication that she was back from the living dead. The French call orgasm, petit mort, the little death, and that's what had happened to Rachel. She had passed through a sexual doorway that she'd never been through before, and almost like death, she could never go back.

Lee and Justin were gone by the time Randy and Rachel began to stir. They left a note of thanks and their addresses and phone numbers with an invitation to get together any time they were on campus. 

As she thought about that while floating the second half of their trip, and about what had happened that night, it scared Rachel a little bit, knowing she had that kind of behavior in her very nature. She thanked her lucky stars for Randy, that he kept her so well satisfied that she wasn't tempted very often to explore that side of her being.

Halfway down the river, they had stopped for a beer, a smoke, a bite to eat, a much-needed swim and some necking. Rachel had then pulled Randy into the woods a little ways, pulled his dick out, sucked him up to full hardness, stood up, turned around so she was leaning against a pine, dropped her shorts to the ground so he could stick his cock up her pussy from behind, and they fucked standing up just like that while they recounted some of the highlights from the night before.

When they were finished, they buttoned up, resumed their float and returned to civilization. As they pulled their car wearily into their driveway late that afternoon, they had decided that they might just take up their new friends on their offer of a visit. But even if they didn't and never did anything like that again, they would still have wonderful memories of the night they got wild and crazy down by the river.



Down by the River



A few summers ago I discovered an island on one of the rivers in our city. I was riding my bike home after work on the bike path one hot day and I left the path, going down though the trees to the riverbank. The area all around, once away from the river and bike path, is an industrial area. So the spot where I was standing was quite secluded and though partially visible from the bike path, there weren't many people passing at that time of day. The island was wild, covered in trees and brush. It was small, maybe a couple football fields in area, and close to the shore, maybe two car lengths away.

As I was hot from riding hard and the sun was strong, I was covered in sweat. The water was clear and being a mountain river I knew it was cool. I took off my clothes except my spandex riding shorts. I waded over, getting excited at the feel of the cool water on my hot skin. Following an old path, I sensed the privacy of the place a few feet into the path through the underbrush when I knew I was no longer visible from shore. The thought excited me together with the sensual stimulation of the hot sun, cool water and fresh air on my nearly naked body. (As a cyclist I had strong, nicely proportioned legs and an excellent tight ass, my face is a chiseled, Anglo-type handsome one some compare to Hugh Grant and others to Pierce Brosnan, upper body muscular though not massive and a hairy chest and flat stomach).

I remember thinking, "this feels like masturbationville!" and was overwhelmed with the desire to stroke my cock. (At the time I was still struggling through a loveless marriage, trying to keep it together for the kids...sex, if and when it happened, was nothing to write here about.) I peeled off my shorts to the relief of my swollen cock and carried them in one hand. I began to walk along the path naked with my proud hard-on leading the way. The unaccustomed sensation of the fresh air and warm sun on my naked body together with the idea that I may not be alone there excited me. I had a tiny bottle of sun lotion with me which I liberally bathed my cock with as I walked along exploring, dabbing some on my nipples and rubbing and flicking them for added effect. The sound of my cock squishing and slurping through my well lubricated fingers was delightful, reminding me of juicy vaginal sounds, that I no longer ever heard. I was hoping with all my might to run into a woman on the island who might have been as horny as I was, responding the same way I was to the same sensations and natural setting. 

Maybe it was you I'd hoped to find in a little opening in the trees, sitting on a towel in the tall grass, naked, leaning back on your hands with your knees up and comfortably spread to enjoy the unaccustomed sunshine on the exposed skin of your belly, breasts and inner thighs. 

Maybe our eyes would meet and we'd eye up one another's bodies taking in the state of lust each was in. It would have been fun. I'd have stood there a few yards from you, looking into your eyes, and stroking my cock as provocatively as I could, making the loudest squelching, fucking sounds and turning my hips a little sideways to show off my body as best I could so you could see my ass a little and rocking my hips a little as I pumped my thick cock into my slippery hand as if I were giving it to you doggie style. 

You might have smiled back at me for the sight of my little show. With nipples hard you'd sit up, cupping your breasts with your hands, showing me how much you enjoyed the way they felt and rotating the nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. Then reaching beside you and picking up a large bottle of mineral oil, nailing me with your eyes and biting your lip a little, you flipped up the cap and held out your palm. Then with a mischievous grin, you snapped it back shut and unscrewed the whole top and began to pour it in thick glistening streams all over your breasts, your belly and your thighs and pussy. You like it so far? It's partly true and part fantasy. Hope this is fun for you to read and that it gets you masturbating.

*

Anyhow, back to the fantasy section of my tale...You had just finished half emptying this large bottle of oil all over your body. The little rivulets of oil were running everywhere sparkling in the sun and magnifying the beauty of your skin, intensifying the color of it and enhancing every curve and texture of your body as the light danced on your glistening skin. Your eyes sort of glaze over and half close as you obviously enjoy the lustful sensations you're feeling in your body as you slide your hands all over yourself, spreading the oil everywhere. You keep adding another large splash of oil to every spot not totally drenched in oil. Your hands run all over your belly and up to your breasts. Enjoying them for a while, you cup them with your hands, spreading your fingers and running them over your nipples so each finger flips each hard nipple separately.

By now my cock has begun jerking spasmodically in my hand. Viscous, clear juice drips from the slit hole in the head. I let go of my cock to prevent myself from spewing my load of come prematurely. You sit up on your knees now, resting your ass on your heels. Your thighs look so spectacular in this position, knees spread apart. My mouth has gotten dry watching you. You resume spreading a thick and glistening coat of oil all over your body. Leaving your breasts, your hands slide down your belly and back up your sides. Lifting one arm above your head and pouring oil down it from the elbow, it runs to your armpit as you slather it around and back down to your breasts. You're driving yourself wild with the sensations of your hands sliding so deliciously all over your oil drenched skin. Sliding them down your belly and over your hips you run them all over your thighs and ass, slowly bringing them from the knees up the insides of your thighs all the way up to your crotch. Teasing us both, you avoid your pussy and only touch the the junction of your pelvic area and thighs.

Rising up on your knees and leaning forward on one hand you reach over your shoulder and pour the oil all over your shoulders and back. As it runs down your spine, you pick up on the sensation, pouring an extra shot there. I can tell the feeling drives you wild as the cool oil runs down your spine, down the hot crack of your ass to your pussy and down your thighs. On all fours and looking back at me you nod, meaning "Come." Kneeling down behind you so my thighs touch yours, my rock hard cock nestled in the crack of your ass, I lean forward on you, relishing the contact of our bodies, pressing my belly and chest onto your beautiful ass and back, wrapping my arms tightly around your soft belly and squirming around to make the most skin contact I can with your ravishingly, deliciously, oil drenched body.

I run my hands up your thighs, up your sides and over your back, gripping the muscles at the base of your neck and rubbing my thumbs up and down your neck briefly. Sliding them out over your shoulders and down your arms, I bring them back up the insides of your arms and slowly through your armpits and down over your breasts. Working your nipples with my thumbs and forefingers for a bit I slide my hands down your incredibly slippery torso to your hips. They rest at and hang on to your hips, where your thighs and belly meet. Leaning back a bit and sliding my beautiful thick cock down your crack and across your anus, I slide it up the open and drenched slit of your pussy, just at the surface, parting your lips with the thick, round, soft head of my cock, and lightly rubbing it over your swollen clitoris. This being more than either of us can bear, you expertly buck your hips a little to lodge my cock right where it belongs. As soon as the head enters your juicy and delicious slit I'm aware of how thoroughly lubricated you are inside and with a firm thrust I plow my cock home. Pumping it as deep into you as is comfortable, I begin to rhythmically drive in and out of your dripping vagina, following the lead you give me by the rocking of your hips and the thrusting of your ass out to me.

Wow. I think I'm going to go and masturbate now. I've been sitting here in my bathrobe with a hard on the whole time finishing this, lubricant pre come drips leaking out the tip of my cock and onto my thigh as I write this.

So... this would be the end of the fantasy part of the tale. 

*

Here's more of the true part of the tale... So there I was, wandering around on little paths through the underbrush, bare naked and with a hard on all lubed up and pumping it with one hand, the other hand gliding over my skin and flicking my nipples. The feel of the sun on my skin and the breeze and the long grasses tickling the insides of my thighs all made me very horny. Not to mention the excitement of walking around there naked and 'en flagrante'. 

I picked a long stem of grass and peeled off the outer layer, exposing the clean tender inner stem. Putting a drop of spit on the tip of my penis and working it into the slit, I inserted the grass stem carefully, sliding it down the tight little tube my come shoots out of. It was a little painful but I didn't mind. Once I had it in about 5 or 6 inches it actually felt quite exquisite if I touched or moved the protruding end. The flowered out sort of top of the stem where the seed of the grass forms was sticking out of my cock about 6 inches and caused the most exquisite sensations when it got brushed as I walked through tall grass.

I put some more lubricant on my hard penis and continued stroking it lovingly with the grass sticking out. As I walked around naked in the sunshine through tall grass and underbrush on the wild and natural little island, enjoying the privacy of the spot hidden right within the city but forgotten, ignored or undiscovered by seemingly everyone in the city, I lovingly stroked my hard and well lubed cock. I had to be careful not to get carried away by the exquisite sensations flowing from my penis through my whole body and give in to the need for release and satisfaction...I didn't want to come too soon, I wanted to extend the euphoria as long as possible. So I would quit stroking myself periodically as I walked along, my cock swollen tight and hard before me, glistening with lotion, somewhat red from the careful attention of my right hand and swaying from side to side with each step I took.

I came to a small pond tucked almost under a thicket of overhanging trees and thick underbrush. At the end of it that I approached from was an open and sunny patch of thick, tall marshy type grasses which virtually hid the pond from view. Especially, I thought, if one was to get in the pond and below the line of sight should some other explorer happen by. (I didn't want to be seen masturbating by a man or any kids, though a woman finding me that way was a welcome thought... I entertained the idea of a woman seeing me and spying on me getting all aroused and wet from watching then starting to touch herself and finally to strip naked and approach me.) I waded into the little pool, at one end quite shallow, the whole thing only as big as a city bus. 

The cool water felt good on my hot skin as it made a ring of heightened sensation around each leg as I waded in. Especially as it got up to my thighs and began to lap at my balls. To accomplish this though, I had to kneel down as the water wasn't very deep. As I crawled to a deeper part of the pond to immerse my whole body in the cool refreshing water, I could feel the soft mud at the bottom. It was several inches deep and covered by some kind of mossy water grass which was very soft and slippery. The bottom rose close to the surface before dropping away again to the deeper part of the pond. To keep in the water as I crawled over this shallow area, I had to lay down on my belly. The soft bottom was covered in this very soft, thick, slippery vegetation and felt cock stiffeningly delicious as I slid over it on my chest, belly and thighs, my excited penis pressed against my belly and making a little furrow through the soft stuff. (I had removed the grass stem by this point.) 

After swimming around a bit in the deeper part which was only waist or chest deep, I crawled out on the bank facing the sunlight. Once again feeling the soft stuff, I lay down and dragged my body forward over it delighting in the exquisite feel of it. Rolling over on my back and leaning on my elbows, it felt so good on my lean firm ass and thighs. The bank sloped so shallowly that I could lay there like that in the sun with my feet in the water and the water's surface coming all the way up my legs and lapping at my balls. Rolling over on my belly, on the soft smooth deep mud under me, I could almost push my cock into it. I poked a hole in it with my fingers and it felt exquisite to pump my cock into the hole in the mud, like fucking the earth! Ha ha! 

Soon I discovered a little sort of trough about ten feet away which was full of wet silty mud and about the size of a large bathtub. I went to it still naked and with a hard on of excitement at the prospect of the feel of getting into it and I began picking out sticks and leaves and to mix the mud and water there on all fours, kneading it with my hands and knees. I mixed it 'till the whole thing was smoothly and evenly mixed, and the consistency of what, say, bread dough, or peanut butter. It was very thick and heavy and wet and slippery too - ( a baseball or cricket bat would have stood up in it) So I lowered my whole body down into it face down, my hot stiff cock totally aroused at the feel of the incredibly soft ,smooth, slippery mud. As it was heavier than me, it was hard to get right under the surface, but rolling over, I covered myself in it from the neck down. MMMM it felt so exquisite. My stiff cock pushing into the mud felt almost the same sort of delicious resistance that it would sliding between the walls of a woman's vagina, only cool. 

As I lay there face down in this soft mud wallow, I could pump with my hips as if fucking a woman from behind. The whole mud hole would move up and down with the movement of my body as I fucked the delicious mud with my whole body just the way a woman's belly might do. Soon my cock exploded a load of come into the mud as my body stiffened and I pumped my cock deep into the mud in a last stretching thrust!

Mmmm... this was a scene on this little island here in the city that with variations I repeated maybe 20 times over about three summers. 

If you are a woman who has had or currently enjoys repeated outdoors-in-nature masturbation experiences I'd love to hear about it. So far as my casual enquiries have revealed, this kind of sex play does not seem to be common among women at all.



Down by the River



The full moon shone down on the swift-flowing river as the summer stars glimmered above. On the hood of my car, we sat, holding hands and talking about how beautiful it was. Despite the natural majesty of the scene, I often looked at you. Especially when the moon hit your eyes just right, and they became two dark pools of mystical light. You were breathtaking.

I put my arm around you and you rested your head on my shoulder. I kissed your forehead and whispered, "I love you." 

"I love you too," you sighed, looking at me, and leaning to kiss me. Our lips met, and the entire scene became merely a backdrop to our kiss. There was nothing else in the world but you, me, the moon and starlit sky, the river...and my car.

As we sat looking again at the celestial scene, dark clouds began to veil the sky. Heat lightening glowed far in the east. The sky sprinkled a light rain on us that was pleasant on this hot, humid night. Suddenly, it fell in a downpour, and we scurried inside the car. As fast as we were, we still managed to get soaked.

Inside the car, I grabbed a small towel from out of one of my many emergency kits, and we dried our faces, as we laughed about it. I could make out most of your features in the darkness, and you looked sexy with your hair slicked back, and your eyes sparkling. Your blue tank-top clung tight to your body. I could see you were looking at me with the same sensual adoration.

"So, does this mean we should go back to my house to get in dry clothes?" I asked reluctantly.

A smile spread across your face. "No, it's been a great night," you replied. "A little water won't hurt us.

I smiled back at you, and we talked about how the rain, despite covering up the stars and moon, was a welcome surprise. It made the heat and humidity a little more bearable, and listening to it falling on my car was rather relaxing. 

Soon, though, I noticed that you shifted uneasily in your seat, and you kept plucking at your shirt. I asked what was wrong, and you said the wet shirt was getting uncomfortable.

"Well, if you really wanted to..." I began in a joking, yet hopeful voice.

"Yes?" you replied. "And what would you like me to do?"

"Well, you could take it off if you wanted. This is a rather secluded area, and it's certainly dark enough."

You smiled, and said, "But this is one of the tank-tops with the built in bra. I'm not wearing anything underneath it."

I grinned, and with a sly look said, "I know."

"I suppose I could. It would be more comfortable, and besides, you seem to want me to."

"Only if you want to."

"Uh-huh," you said as you started removing your tank-top. Draping the wet shirt over the back of your seat, you crossed your hands in front of you, shyly hiding your breasts.

"You look great, my sweet," I said, admiring your bare skin.

"Thanks. I feel more comfortable than I thought I would."

As we talked, I began to realize how uncomfortable my own wet shirt felt. So I also removed mine. "Ooo!" you said. "My sexy boy."

I smiled, and touched my hand to your cheek. "Aw," you said. "What's all this?"

"Love," I said simply. You leaned as close as you could to me over the console, and put an arm around you. We kissed. It was deep sensual kiss. My hand cupped your cheek, while the other lay on the side of your ribcage. You arms enveloped my neck.  

"You know, dear. These seats recline back."

"Oh, do they now?" you said, giving me another deep kiss.

"Oh, yes, they do," I replied, running my hand just over your solar plexus. 

"And just how can we use that feature?"

"Let me show you." I opened the door, and, ignoring the rain that had calmed only a little, I ran to the passenger door, opened it, and pulled the little lever that reclines the seat. The back of the seat flipped down. You leaned back into it, your hands still over your breasts, and sighed. 

"Comfortable?" I asked, still getting wet outside.

"Very," you replied, closing your eyes and grinning. I put my leg over you as best I could, and closed the door. I dripped water on you.

"Hey, hey. Now I'm getting wet again!"

"Sorry," I said, and wiped myself with the damp towel. "That should be a little better."

"Now what?" you asked.

"Well, first you should uncross your hands, and put them around me."

"With pleasure." I let your arms envelope me as I sank down onto your body. I could feel the soft skin of your breasts again my chest. We kissed.

"Okay, now what?" you asked again.

"Now we love each other," I said, blending my lips with yours again.

"With pleasure," you said in between a breath. 

Topless and wet, we made out. Suddenly you broke the kiss, needing to catch your breath. You said, "Hey, Scott...what's that I feel?"

I pressed my bulge against you, and replied, "Oh, you know. The physical manifestation of my love for you."

"Oh, well I like it." 

I sat up enough to move my right leg between your legs, and followed it with my left, you spread your legs for me, and I pressed my swollen penis again the heat between your legs. A moan escaped both our lips.

"Scott, I want you," you sighed.

"I want you too, Sarah" I said, my voice heavy with lust.

"How far do you want to go?"

"As far as you're willing."

You laughed. "Then we should have brought condoms."

"We're already being dangerous. Why not go without?"

"Okay," you said, smiling. 

I realized how difficult it would be in this position to remove the rest of our clothing, so I swung my legs over yours again, and let you remove your pants and panties. Your scent reached me, and it made me crazy with anticipation. As soon as you were ready, I positioned myself between your legs again, and squirmed my pants down to my ankles. I kissed you, and began rubbing my penis against your dripping, hot labia. We both sighed with lust and love, and as soon as my penis was lubricated thoroughly with your fluid, I plunged inside of you. A moan escaped both our lips as I slowly pushed my throbbing penis deep inside your yearning body. 

I thrust in and out--slowly, despite my frenzied lust for the beautiful, magnificent girl I was making sweet love to. The danger of being in a car at a public, though secluded, place, and the rain hammering all around us only added to our pleasure. There was something primal in it that blended with my deep love for you. I held you tight, as my hips thrust up and down. Your own hips moved with my rhythm. Our heightened breath and moans of pleasure burst in each other's ears. The scent of our mingled sexual fluids filled the car.

Soon, I couldn't take anymore, and I began to thrust faster. My breathing escalated, and my grip around you tightened. I thrust deep inside of you, and released, yelling your name in passion.

"Oh, Sarah!"

You could feel my penis spasm as it spurted my hot, sticky semen deep inside your body. I continued to thrust lightly for a bit, as my penis slowed its contractions, and ejaculated the rest of my load into you. I nuzzled against you lovingly, kissing you, and whispering words of love and adoration. I petted you, stroking your hair, and rubbing my hands over you.

I removed my limp, sticky penis from you. I rubbed your labia gently, collecting some of the fluid leaking from your body. I tasted it, and with a smile, took it in my mouth and swallowed. I took some more, and did the same. You looked on with delight.

I climbed back on top of you, and holding you close, thanked you for the experience.

"I love you, my sweet."

"I love you too, babe." I said, kissing you gently.



Down by the River



During the summer, life for Will was a continuous blur of lazing around, sleeping, more lazing, the occasional swim in the river, and more sleeping. While school was in, he lived a few hundred miles away in the dorms (at least they were the nicer new dorms). The college was located in a good sized city with plenty of things to do when not in class; boredom was a thing of the past. Every summer though, he came back home to live with his mother and sister (his dad had died when he was only two years old) in their house, well removed from the city on a large piece of land. His sister, Beth, went to a local college and lived at home year round.

Because they lived so far out of the city, most summer activity was centered at home or the surrounding wilderness. Will went down to the river behind the house every day or two to swim or fish, maybe a little canoeing now and then; mostly though he stayed in and watched TV (at least they had satellite here) or played video games on the computer, not that he had any talent at them.

Now, he was sitting watching some bad 80's action film on a movie channel and talking on the phone to one his college buds.

"Aw man, no way!" said Will.

"Yeah, it was right after I got back from the airport."

"Lucky man, lucky. How was it?"

"Fucking. Incredible."

"How the hell did you pull it off though?"

Some explosion ripped across the screen, mildly catching Will's attention. Explosions were good, but discussing sex always won in comparison in the mind of any 20 year old.

"She had just broken up with her boyfriend," the voice on the phone said, "after catching him with some other girl. I think I was in the door for three minutes before she knocked and asked me to go out to dinner."

"Shit man, wish I had rented with you this summer, she woulda been asking me instead."

"Whatever man, she's had eyes for me since last fall. You remember that time at Beaver's party (Beaver was the nickname for one of their party crazed friends)?"

"Well her eyes were all over me that one day at the pool. Figures you weren't there to see it though."

"Yeah, that's cause there wasn't a pool, because that day never happened you fuckin' liar."

"Ah, fuck you. Anyway, what happened then?"

"Mostly she just bitched about him while we were eating. I was kind of hoping she'd shut up about it. She finally did though and began asking me about myself. She seemed really interested in every fuckin' thing that I said."

"She must have been stoned then because you're about as interesting as a fuckin' dead moose," Will said sarcastically.

"Yeah well, this dead moose just fucked Tina Frank, asshole."

Will laughed. "I'm not sure I'd want to be involved with a girl that likes fucking dead mooses."

They both laughed.

"So, we go back to the apartments and I get to her door, and she turns around and starts slobbering on my face. Pulls me in the door and starts tearing my clothes off."

"Damn! I'd be all over her if she did that," Will said, imagining Tina Frank pulling him in her apartment for wild sex.

"Shit, I was kind of stunned and just stood there. Eventually though, yeah, I was all fuckin' over her. God she gives an amazing blowjob. Then we fucked a few times before I left." "Left? Fuck, it'd take an army to get me out of her bed after that. Does she want to do it again?" "She didn't really say, but I kinda got that feeling. I'll be waiting for her when she comes home though, that's for fuckin' damn sure. What have you been up to?"

"Christ, you know there's nothing to do in this wasteland. I've been doing a whole lotta nothing real fast."

"Is that one chick still living nearby?"

"Naw man, I went by but it looks like the family moved or something. The house is empty. I'll ask Mom about it," he said, remembering Sarah, a cute girl that had lived close to him since he was seven. Her parents' property started on the other bank of the river and they had often swum together during the summers. "Fuckin' shame."

"Too bad, she was pretty cute."

The conversation played out a few more minutes while cars exploded and bullets flew on the screen. After hanging up, Will decided that was enough bad action for today. Time for a swim.

He changed into some shorts and went out the door heading towards the river. It was about sixty yards from the house, across a lawn with the occasional tree. The banks of the river were about six feet above the water, lined with thick foliage. The river itself was probably 30 feet across at this point and only about 6 feet deep; enough for swimming. A mild current usually ran through this part. Further downstream, the river opened up to as wide as 100 feet and ran as deep as 30; a few shallower rapid areas up in the next county. Still, it provided mild entertainment in an otherwise dead-boring locale.

He climbed up the banks and looked in at the water. Same as yesterday (and a few eons before that), cool and wet. He glanced upstream and was caught by a surprise. There was a girl there standing on the banks kicking off her shorts. She was standing naked dipping her toes in the water testing how cool it was.

It was obviously a good temperature because she began to wade out into the stream. From here, Will couldn't see who it was. Maybe there was another house that had been built nearby recently. Maybe there was a girl here that would want to be fuck buddies for the summer! That was his hope anyhow.

Not wanting to be spotted, and thus ending the fun-time-sir-peepsalot-peepshow, Will crouched down behind a tree and peered out between the thick foliage around it. Rambo couldn't have done much better to conceal himself, he thought.

The girl drifted down the river in the current, splashing a little. She swam to the other side of the bank and waded out. Will admired her figure, slim and tall with a great ass on the side. She turned around, breasts jiggling a little as she wrung some water from her hair, which was thrown in her face. The breasts were great, full and heavy with hard nipples; he figured they were probably C cups. Her pussy was smooth except for a little patch of hair at the top.

He debated how he was going to go about introducing himself. It might be okay to pretend to stumble in for a swim but some girls might call that spying and go proclaiming to the world that Will Gregson was a peeping tom. And he was. But that was hardly common knowledge and it would be better for it to stay that way.

Still though, he thought, that's a damn fucking fine assed fuckable body. He decided that it wouldn't hurt to try with the surprised approach. He crept back over the bank, looking once more over his shoulder to check her position. She was swimming back towards her clothes, probably to get out, he thought.

He walked along the bank to where he thought she would be and stepped out over it.

He stopped in his tracks. The girl was wading out of the water towards him. Her dark wet hair was pulled back now, exposing her face. He recognized it as belonging to his sister Beth. Her eyes met his with total surprise. "Gah!" she said, splashing towards her clothes and grabbing for the towel.

Will turned aside, turning red from embarrassment, and said, "Whoa. Sorry Beth. I didn't know you swam naked." "It's okay," she said, now covered with her beach towel, "I usually don't. Thought I would try it this time though. Sorry, I thought you were going to be at the house for a while."

He was still turned to the side and she noticed a slight tent in his pants. This made her turn a deep shade of scarlet.

Will remained standing as he was, still shocked that he had been oogling his sister (when the hell had she turned so fucking hot?) while she made her way past him and up the banks, still wrapped in the towel and clutching her clothes in her arms.

When she was gone, he stood replaying the scene in his head. She was fucking hot, but she was his sister. No fuck-buddy for him after all. He peeled off his shirt and jumped into the water. No sense in coming all this way (all sixty yards, quiet a journey indeed) for nothing. He spent about ten minutes swirling around in the water before calling it quits and heading back up to the house.

************ Beth was dressed when he got home. She was sitting on the couch watching a throwaway show that they always aired during summer afternoons. Normally she would have said 'hi', but she obviously still embarrassed from the previous encounter at the river. Will was likewise still red and said nothing as he went to get a drink from the fridge. With glass in hand, he strolled down the hall to his room and shut the door. He clicked the computer mouse, awakening it from it's long slumber of flying toaster screensavers, and opened the web browser.

He flicked through his usual sites checking the latest happenings in that world that only 20 year olds found interesting and saw that nothing was going on. Summer, he thought, must be the international phrase for 'Fuck it, I don't feel like doing anything today godammit.'

There was always porn though. Porn didn't stop for summer. 'Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these pornstars from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.' Fuck the postal service, he knew where the motto really came from.

Pulling up some of his favorite sites, he slipped his cock from his shorts and began to invoke the ancient rite of masturbation. He clicked on a movie and let it finish loading before hitting play. Some brunette slut was bouncing on a guys rod, crying out all kinds of obscenities (he was never sure about how realistic that was, but it sure made it more exciting). The camera showed the guys face concentrating (Will hated when the camera did this, it was like throwing a grenade in front of a marathon runner). For some reason, the pornstar studs never really looked that into it. Will hoped he would never feel that way about sex. On second thought, he didn't care if he wound up feeling that way, as long as he got to have that much sex.

He shut his eyes and imagined himself as the one that was shoving his hard cock in that brunettes wet pussy, making her say all those dirty things for him.

"Yeah," he whispered, eyes closed, "yeah, I know baby, I know I'm making you come."

Suddenly the brunette changed to his sister, still bouncing up and down on his cock and urging him on through gritted teeth. It took him a minute before he realized what he was doing and he abruptly stopped.

"Shit," he said in a low voice. "Why does she have to be my fucking sister."

The words 'fucking' and 'sister' momentarily sent him back into the fantasy, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. The scene at the river once again flashed through his head; it seemed like every detail was there in perfect clarity, the way the water was beading off her nipples or trailing down between her breasts, the beads of water on the hair around her crotch.

He again shook out of it, scolding himself. "Dammit Will, it's your sister you fuckin' perv." But his cock didn't much care at that point. She was hot and there was no denying it.

He tried for a minute to resist, but then he thought to hell with that, and let the fantasy come flooding back in while he stroked himself. It didn't take him long to hit the point of no return, the launch pad to planet to Orgasmo 5, and the taboo nature of what he was doing made the orgasm even stronger. His load shot out in great white spurts, flying several feet above his head; he didn't notice where it landed, he was too deep in the throes of ecstasy. He grunted as his hand flew up and down the shaft, milking every ounce of that orgasmic energy from his cock.

"Oh fuck," he breathed. "Shit, I owe ya one sis."

He lay there for a few minutes trying to convince himself it was just a one time thing, but he knew it wasn't. He knew deep down that that fantasy was here to stay. He also knew he'd be watching every day the rest of the summer to see when she went down to the river and he would follow her. Even if she was clothed, it would be fun to watch her from the concealment of the bank.

The door at the other end of the house closed. That probably meant his mother was home. She owned a business that he never really understood exactly how it worked. Something to do with selling something else for another company, except they didn't really sell it, they just handled the business end of it. That's at least what he gathered from the number of times she tried to explain it to him. It was a small business that only employed a handful of people, but since she was the boss she only went into the office once or twice a week. The rest of the time was hers, usually spent shopping in the city or lounging at the country club with a Long Island Iced Tea in hand.

Will got up off the bed and made his way to the front door to greet her. She had brought home something for dinner. Hunger was a forgotten something when sex was at the front of the mind, but suddenly came back to him, and damn he was hungry.

"Hi Mom," he said, giving her the obligatory hug.

"Hi sweety, have a good day?" she said, setting down the bag of food and hugging him.

His morning was slow, he thought, but things had definitely been more exciting that afternoon. "Pretty okay, I guess."

"Where's Beth?" she asked. "I dunno," he stammered, feeling a little guilty about what he had just done in his room. He had managed to forget about her until just then. "Probably upstairs in her room," he added.

Beth, as if on cue, came down the stairs at that moment and greeted her mother. Her eye caught Will's for a second and she looked away quickly, embarrassed.

Before too long, the food had been divvied out and the three were sitting in the living room eating and watching some early evening sitcom.

Their mother, Susan, spoke suddenly. "You kids should get out of the house some this summer."

Where the hell did that come from, Will thought.

He gave a dry laugh and said, "Yeah, we can go watch the grass grow. Or maybe go spit off a bridge. Maybe there's a rock out there that needs a good chuckin'."

Her son had always been such a smartass, but she smiled anyway and said, "I know there's not much do to out here, but you could always come into the city with me on occasion."

"That would require moving though. Think I'd rather sleep or spit off a bridge."

"Well still," she continued, "you should get out of the house some. Don't want to look like a vampire when you go back to school."

"I'll go with you tomorrow, Mom," Beth said. "Can we go to the mall?"

"Sure honey," Susan replied. She looked back to Will. "See? Your sister's getting out."

He was too innerly frustrated to reply. There went tomorrow's chance to do a little sightseeing ala sister. Oh well, guess there are plenty of other days for that, he thought. The rest of the evening finished in much the way the day before had, in that lazy summertime way.

Will had gotten off that night again with images of his sister dancing before his eyes, then drifted off to sleep. In her own room, Beth was tossing and turning.

************ When Will woke up the next morning, his first instinct was to masturbate again. After all, why refuse nature? It had made it this far, some 4 billion years, why not trust it a little? He had his hand around his cock getting ready for a good session when he heard a noise from somewhere in the house. Since his mother and sister were supposed to be gone, he figured he ought to investigate the sound. Might actually turn out to be something interesting.

"Detective Willy is on the case," he muttered.

He climbed out of bed and got dressed, made it half way to the living room before remembering that besides morning wood, his body also liked to expel the urine in the bladder when it woke up. After pissing out what felt like roughly 400 gallons of yellow liquid, he walked back down the hall. Beth was walking towards him, the source of the mysterious sound becoming obvious to him.

"Morning," he said, turning sideways to let her by.

"Good morning," she said, briefly making eye contact with a small smile.

Was it his imagination or did her breast brush his shoulder as she walked by? His cock started to harden at the thought and he turned to watch her walk down the hall, going into the rec room. She wasn't dressed any different than normal, but in light of recent events, he found the shorts to be shorter and the shirt to be tighter.

Trying to shrug it off, he went to the living room and turned on the tv, looking for anything remotely diverting. More bad 80's action, Spanish soaps, pre-schooler cartoons, talkshows, gameshows.

"Five hundred channels of nothing," he muttered.

From behind him, Beth said, "I'm going to go down to the river."

"Okay," Will said, turning to speak. "Wait, I thought you were going out with Mom today?"

"Nah, I changed my mind. Eight A.M. came awfully early this morning."

"Okay, well I guess I'm going to pop in a movie or something. How can we have this many channels with nothing on?"

She shrugged and walked out the back door.

That was of course a lie. He was going to watch her walk across the backyard and when he was clear to move in, he would resume his post at the bank and watch her swim.

As soon as the back door slid closed, he was at it watching her progress towards the river. When he guessed that it was safe (assuming she didn't whip around suddenly), he opened the door and followed. It was a little alarming at first because if she did happen to turn around, there was no cover for him to duck behind besides a few trees, but none thick enough. But as soon as she disappeared over the bank, he felt the slight tension vanish, replaced by lust and excitement.

He crouched down low and waddled to the edge of the bank, slowly peering over. It was hard to see through the thick plant life that thrived at the waters edge, but he thought he could make out where his sister was. He figured it was safe enough to slip over the bank and crouch behind a tree.

In his new position he could see much better, with the added security benefit of not being seen. The way the plants leaned out around the tree, she could probably look right at him and not realize he was there.

Beth swam to the other side and got out. She looked around cautiously then began to strip out of her bathing suit. Will about had a heart attack of joy. She must have bought what he said about staying to watch a movie. This was much better than any damn movie. He wondered what difference it made swimming naked versus a suit. Sure, naked versus a suit of steel armor, but a bathing suit? Well he certainly wasn't going to ponder the question too long, not with the flesh-fest in front of him.

He once again hit record in his brain and watched her, almost without blinking. She floated on her back, breasts raised above the water with hard nipples. The show went on for ten minutes before it occurred to Will that if she got out of the water and walked by, she would probably see him. And unless he left well ahead of her, she might be over the bank while he was running his ass off to the house. He shifted his knee to a more comfortable position, accidentally kicking the plant he was under, making it rattle slightly.

Beth looked up towards the plant, and for a moment he thought his ass was grass, game over man, game over. But then she looked back away. She took a breath and plunged down towards the bottom, her ass momentarily jutting out from the water as she went down, followed by her long, smooth legs.

Will took the moment to hop back over the edge of the bank, and, with one last look towards the water made a dash back to the house. His heart was already pounding from excitement, he didn't know if it could handle running.

When he got in and caught his breath, he decided to actually put a movie in. Not to watch it of course, he had a better one playing in his head, but to provide a cover story. Where have you been Will? Why, right here watching this movie of course.




Down by the River



It was another 15 minutes before Beth returned, with her towel draped over her shoulders (once again wearing the bathing suit, like a good girl should). She went to the bathroom to change out of the wet clothes.

With the door closed behind her, she stopped to think. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she had seen someone for a second by the bank watching her. But when she came in Will was watching a movie, like he said he was going to...

She dismissed the thought and got dressed. But she would be watching tomorrow.

************ The next day came and things progressed in their similar fashion. Will decided again to stay in and watch a movie while Beth went for a swim in the river. With Beth on her way, he this time left the movie on play and went to the door until it was safe. Sliding it open, he began walking towards the river.

As soon as she was over the bank, Beth dropped down flat so she could look back over the bank. For a minute, she didn't see anything. She was about to turn away when she saw the backdoor to the house open and out came her brother, casually strolling towards her.

So, she thought, he had been watching her yesterday. And she had been naked once again. At first she was a little irritated and the embarrassment of two days ago returned. But then she found that feeling with replaced with some more primal: lust.

If he was coming for show, she was going to give him one. She went down to the bank and waited with her back turned. Closing her eyes and listening, she waited until she knew Will was watching, then started to strip out of her clothes. Today she wasn't wearing the bathing suit but a pair of cutoff jean-shorts and a tank top. First she pulled off the tank top over her head and threw it behind her. Then she undid the button on her shorts and slid them down, making sure to bend over as she did.

From his position, Will was going crazy. He watched her slip into the water and float on her back, cupping her breasts together. She seemed to be getting out of the water every minute or so to shake water from her hair (making her breasts sway back and forth) or pick up something while she bent over. If his brain weren't clouded with lust, he might have thought this was odd behavior. As it was, it was just fine and dandy with him.

A slight humming had been growing for the past few minutes but Will couldn't figure out what it was. Not that he was trying that hard to do anything but gawk at his sister. Beth had paused in her show and looked around.

Suddenly Will understood where the noise was coming from. There was a small fishing boat that was coming down the river. He had never actually seen anyone else on the river, but it wasn't something that should be a shocker. The river was a common fishing grounds further downstream where it joined with the Raging River. Obviously someone was just heading that way.

Beth looked around and saw the small boat coming her way. There was an older man steering the small craft at a slow pace. He spotted Beth's head in the water and steered well away as a sign of courtesy.

As he passed, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Hello there young missy."

With her arms across her breasts, she said, "Afternoon sir."

The man looked down and noticed that she wasn't wearing anything and looked away like a gentleman. "'scuse me, 'scuse me. Didn't realize you wasn't wearin' nothin. Well, good day miss."

Part of Will's mind was pissed that the show had been interrupted. The other part was laughing its ass off at the embarrassing scenario. Beth just seemed to have no luck when it came to being naked outdoors. As the boat drifted down the river and out of sight, Will slipped back over the bank to return to the house. After being caught twice in three days, he didn't think Beth would be swimming naked for a while. But on the other hand, he probably had enough material stored in his brain now to last a few weeks.

Sitting down and watching the movie, now about thirty minutes in, Will rubbed his crotch thinking about Beth. It was another 10 minutes before she got back, again with the towel wrapped around her shoulders; he noticed that her clothes were dry. She went into the bathroom for a few minutes before walking back to the living room.

Will was still sitting on the couch feigning interest the movie, when Beth came walking into the room. She was still wearing the same clothes but he noticed immediately that her nipples were hard and her shirt (which was white cotton) was a little wet, allowing him to see through it. He pretended not to notice as she sat down and picked up a magazine. Something was up, he thought. That shirt was dry a minute ago.

Beth continued flipping through the magazine like nothing was going on. Will felt like he was going to explode if he sat there any longer, so he got up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Maybe something cool would snuff out the flaming lust coursing through his veins. He turned to go back and flip off the movie, but stopped. There was Beth.

"I know you've been watching me," she said.

Shit, he thought. Get the gallows ready, warm up the ol' electric chair, polish your rifles boys, there's gonna be a shootin' tonight. Panic raced through his mind until she continued.

"I saw you today," she continued. Noticing the look of panic on his face, she added, "But I'm not mad."

"Uh," he stammered, "you're not?"

"No. When you saw me a few days ago I was really embarrassed, but when I got home and thought about it," she trailed off for a minute, as if unsure whether or not to continue, "well, I started getting a little hot."

It was like the pause button had been hit on the universe (a new meaning for the phrase 'universal remote', he thought) and Will stood there in shock. The feeling of panic exploded into excitement and renewed lust. He didn't know what to do next. Luckily Beth made the move for him.

She dropped her shorts in front of him and turned around, leaning over the counter. Will reached his trembling hand forward and first only lightly touched her with the tip of his fingers. Then he went for the full-on two handed grab and squeezed her ass.

"Spank me!" she cried out, her voice a little airy from the excitement.

Like he needed any encouragement. First he only patted her ass lightly, but she kept crying out for him to spank her harder, she'd been such a bad girl. He began to put a little more force into it, when behind him he heard a voice.

"What the hell?"

He froze. Turning around with a feeling of awful dread, he looked to face his mother. She was standing there without saying anything, staring in disbelief at what her children were doing. Beth scrambled to pull her shorts up and looked on the verge of breaking down in tears. Will prepared for the worst. He would be kicked out of the house, arrested, probably raped in jail by a big guy named Cupcake.

Without saying a word, Susan turned and walked out the door. A minute later they heard the car ignition and the crunch of gravel as their mother drove away.

"Oh shit! Shit Will, we're fucked!" Beth whimpered, about to start crying.

Will was still standing in a daze, his stomach feeling very turbulent and his legs becoming weak. Not knowing what to do, he stumbled out the back door into the yard. He walked without seeing, thinking about what had just happened. Man, her ass felt great, he thought. But the only ass he'd be seeing anytime soon was his own after his mother tore it from his body.

He looked up from the ground and noticed that he had walked to the river once again, almost on auto-pilot. He stumbled over the bank, almost plummeting down face first after tripping on a goddamned root. The water still drifted by in it's slow, lazy pace and he stared into it. It was like watching his own life drift away.

After sitting by the water for what felt like a damn eon, he decided to go back and face the music. He walked back slowly, legs feeling like lead. What would be the method of execution? Stabbing? Poison? Fireants? Maybe she'd drown him in the river.

The backdoor slid open and Will walked through. Dead man on the mile! Dead man walking the line! He saw Beth sitting in a chair, but something was wrong. She wasn't crying, or even looking remotely upset. She was smiling! Had she blamed it on him? Did she tell their mother he was trying to rape her?

To his everlasting astonishment, she began to unbutton her shirt (she had slipped on a blouse). When she got to the bottom she opened it and pushed out her breasts, exposing them directly to her brother.

"What the fuck are you doing? Mom's home! Jesus Christ we're already in enough fucking trouble!" he whispered with an edge of harshness.

Beth just smiled and slid off her shorts again, kicking them aside. Will couldn't help but get hard, even though he was sure now the method of execution would be combustion from his Mother's heat vision.

She sat back down in the chair with her legs spread, still smiling and giggling a little, eyes shifting between his eyes and his cock bulging out in his pants.

"Mom says that we can fuck," she breathed, "as long as she gets to watch."

"What?!" he said. He couldn't believe this. He must have tripped back at the bank and cracked his fucking skull open.

"She's upstairs getting ready," she panted. Her fingers dropped to her pussy and she began rubbing herself. "Mmm, I'm gonna fuck you so good Will."

Oh God, he thought. This is really going to happen. Fuck! He began stripping out of his clothes. When he finally freed the beast, his cock whipped out like a monster awakening from a long slumber.

"Do you wanna suck these nipples?" she asked, rolling them in her fingers.

"God yes," he grunted and started moving towards her.

Beth held up her hand though, and said, "Wait. Not yet, we have to wait for Mom, remember?"

It was another thirty seconds (which felt like thirty years) before their mother came down the stairs. Besides black stockings, she was completely naked like Beth. Will was panting like someone that had just ran a marathon.

"Mom!" he shouted, not from surprise but excitement. He had never realized it, but Beth was basically just a younger version of their mother. "God Mom, you look so good."

"Thank you honey," she smiled, shaking her breasts at him. "Sit down and let's talk about this first."

Will complied and sat down in a chair directly across the room from his sister, his cock standing up like a pulsating pole.

"When I caught you two earlier," Susan said, "I was surprised I admit. And I was even a little angry like most mothers would be. But then I remembered what it felt like." She was sitting down now and rubbing her pussy. Will's head was darting back and forth between watching his mother and sister rub themselves.

"When I was your age, I wanted to fuck my brother. And I tried to get him to notice me for a long time, but he never seemed to be interested in it. Even to this day I wish that something had happened, but it never did. I remember what that lustful wishing felt like. And if you two want to fuck, then I want you to do it. Beth, I want you to fuck his brains out and feel what I never got to. And honey, if you want to fuck me, you can have me anytime you want me."

"Oh shit, Mom. Oh fuck, yes I want to fuck you. I wanna give it to you so good."

"Mmm, good, I was hoping you'd want to. Beth," she looked at her daughter, "I think you brother is just about ready for you. Why don't you go over to him and fuck him?"

Beth was out of her seat in a flash and ran to her brother who stood up to greet her. They locked in a sloppy kiss, tongues dancing everywhere. Will's hands were grabbing her ass and squeezing while she made little moaning sounds and held his throbbing cock in her hand. She led him by his cock to the couch and jumped up onto the back of it with her legs spread.

Will bent his head to her tits and kissed them and sucked on them with his sister's hands running through his hair. In his brain, his cock was loudly demanding to get some attention and Will obeyed the command. He lined up his stiff cock with his sister's dripping pussy and pushed into her. They both let out a loud moan. Susan was taking in every second as she rubbed herself towards a climax. This was the hottest thing she had ever seen, probably hotter than if she had managed to fuck her own brother. Plus she had Will to think about now, she was going to ravage his cock after Beth had a go.

Will was thrusting in and out of his sister, who was madly thrusting her own hips to meet his cock. They locked lips again, which in their state of frenzied lust was basically just licking each other's faces.

"God Will yes! Fuck me!" Beth cried out, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure raced through her body.

"Aww, yeah," Will grunted, "fuck, you feel so fucking good Beth. Oh god!"

"Are you going to make your sister come honey? I hope you do, she's been very patient waiting for you to get back. Make her come Will! Make her come!" Susan was going wild with her fingers rubbing her clit now.

As if Will needed any encouraging. He madly thrust into his sister as deep and hard as he could, cussing through his clenched teeth. Beth was letting her own stream of dirty talk fly now, legs wrapped around her brother's waist.

"Fuck me Will, fuck me! Make me come! Make me come, oh shit I wanna come on your cock! Make me come all over that cock!" she screamed.

His thrusting increased even more, going into overdrive. Maximum warp, make it so number one. Pedal to the metal, hoss. From across the room there was a scream as Susan's orgasm hit her. She was sliding down her chair with both hands at her pussy, moaning and thrashing around.

Back at headquarters, Will and Beth were still fucking each other's brains out. Beth pushed her brother away to slide off the couch and bent over it, letting him fuck her from behind. He grabbed her hips and entered her, fucking with a furious new force.

"Spank me Will!" she screamed out, laughing with excitement and pleasure.

"Yeah! Oh fuck, fuck, oh god Beth!"

*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*

"Yes! Spank me harder you fucking bastard! Fuck me!"

*SLAP* *SLAP SLAP SLAP*

Beth squealed as her orgasm rocked her, making her shake and shudder. Her body went rigid and Will struggled to hold back.

"Oh yes! Yes Will! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, oh my god, oh fucking shit! Fuck me!"

This sent Will past the edge and he slammed into her a few more times before pulling his cock out and shooting his load onto her ass.

"Oh yes, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he grunted, stroking his wet cock until the last of his load was on her ass.

Beth laid over the couch exhausted, glistening with sweat. Will had collapsed into a chair, his chest heaving and a smile of satisfaction on his face. Susan had come a second time watching her son empty his load on his sister's buns. Now Susan was kneeling in front of him rubbing her hands on his chest.

"That was so hot sweety. Both of you looked so good. Was she good Will?" she asked, continuing to rub his chest.

"She's fucking amazing, Mom," Will answered, his head rolled back and his eyes closed, still trying to catch his breath.

"What about you Beth," she asked, turning towards her daughter who was still leaned over the couch with her wet ass in the air, "was it good fucking your brother?"

"Oh my God, Mom, it was fucking great! Shit, thank you so much for letting us! I'm going to fuck him all the time this summer!"

"Mmm, I think you're probably right about him, but I want to find out for myself. C'mere honey," Susan said, standing up and walking into the living room. She threw down some cushions onto the floor in front of the fire place, making sure to bend over towards Will and give him a good look at her ass.

Will got out of the chair, his cock quickly springing back to life, and walked into the living room to stand in front of his mother. By the time he got there, his cock was fully back to life and throbbing again.

"Well, here I am Will," she said in her sexiest and most seductive voice.

He ran his hands all over her body, feeling her skin, cupping her breasts with his hands, squeezing her ass, examining her pussy close-up. He bent his head and kissed her breasts, leaving wet trails of spit across them and decided he was ready to fuck.

Susan pushed him down gently onto the floor then stood over him. She slowly squatted down and positioned her wet pussy over his cock. With him at the entrance, she suddenly sat down and rocked into his cock, sending a shudder through her and she let out a deep moan.

His mother's tits were dangling in his face and he reached up to squeeze them and brought his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked it. Slowly she began raising and lowering herself onto his cock, placing her hands on his chest for support. Will dropped his hands from her breasts and placed them on her hips, thrusting himself up to meet her. She suddenly quickened the pace and he enthusiastically went with her.

"Oh my God!" she cried out in surprise as a small orgasm ripped through her. "Oh fuck! Oh! Oh my God, Beth you're right! He's amazing!"

"Yeah Mom! Oh fuck, yeah ride my cock!"

She had gone from a rocking motion to a frantic bouncing as her son's cock impaled her. Her hair fell down in front of her eyes and swished around as she bounced.

Beth was sitting in a recliner, already fingering herself while she watched them fuck. God, she thought, I'm going to fucking wear his cock out this summer.

"Fuck me Will! Fuck me, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, oh my God, oh fuck! Fuck!" Susan cried out. It had been a long time since she had been fucked like this.

Will felt himself getting close to another explosive orgasm and slowed down his thrusting. Sensing this, Susan took the opportunity to change positions and walked on her knees to the couch and bent over on the cushions. Will followed her, his cock leading him like a diving rod, and once again entered into his mother.

Beth got up from the chair and climbed onto the couching, seating herself in front of her mother's face, giving Susan and open invitation to eat out her daughter. She accepted the offer with enthusiasm and got to work.

As Will was slamming his cock into his mother, he stared lustily into Beth's eyes. She was enjoying her mother's tongue immensely, but he could tell that when they got a chance to be alone, they would fuck hard enough to shake the house.

Susan's mouth broke away from Beth's pussy, and she screamed, "Oh God yes! Yes! Fuck me Will! Jesus Christ! Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me, oh my God!"

He grabbed her by the waist and fucked her even faster, ramming as hard and deep as he could, no longer holding back the impending orgasm.

"Oh God mom, oh shit," he said in a dry voice, "this so fucking hot Mom. You feel so good, oh shit!"

"Mmm, just keep fucking me baby, oh you better not stop, you're going to make mommy come! Ahh yeah!"

"Fuck her Will!" Beth yelled, spurring him on. "Fuck her you bastard! Make her come! Make her fucking come! Yeah! Fuck your mom!"

"Come in me Will! Oh my god, oh my god, shit, come in me! Oh, oh, oh fuck!"

She went silent for a moment as she felt the warning signs of an orgasm, ignite the engines, kick the tires, on your marks. There was a deep scream building up in the pit of her stomach, it almost felt like butterfiles, and she pushed back into Will's cock with every thrust.

"Will! Will! WILL! OH MY GOD! FUCK! FUCK I'M COMING! YES! YES, YES, YES!"

"Ahh fuck, here it comes Mom, I'm going to fucking come in you! Yeah! Yeah! Ah yeah!"

He felt his cock get even harder and the head swelled up like a fist. It began pulsing and squirting out his semen deep into his mother's pussy, while he just kept pounding away until every drop was out. She was laying with her face buried in the cushions, panting. He slowly pulled out his sensitive and deflating cock, and got up on the couch beside his sister, laying his head in her lap and letting her play with his hair.




Down by the River



Susan lifted her head and made out with Will for a second, shoving her tongue deep in his mouth. When she broke it, little strands of saliva trailed between their mouths.

"That was amazing honey," she said, still breathing heavily.

"God you're fucking great too Mom. You too Beth."

Beth smiled at him and gave his cock a little squeeze. "We'll have to try and make it even better next time."

"I think you should both sleep in my bed tonight," said Susan, pushing away from the couch and standing up. Will's eyes stayed locked on her body, tits swinging as she stood up, and his own come dripping down her thighs.

That night, both kids slept in their mother's bed, after a few hours of playing and fucking each other. As the summer went on, Beth an Will had plenty of sessions alone and sometimes fucked until they collapsed in exhaustion. Their favorite place to fuck, after the first few nervous times, was down in the river.



Down by the River



I had known Lucy for two years now and discovered completely by accident a small submissive side to her, she had never been into master and slave, or any form of mild smacking at all, to her that was indeed a step to far, it simply wasn't for her at all. 

However, she did enjoy being restrained for short periods of time and I took full advantage of that. It was a kind of double whammy for me if you like, I enjoyed pleasuring her while she was tied down and when I let her loose she would just be on fire when she was free again. 

I had told Lucy in the morning when we had awoke that the afternoon held a surprise for her, she had done her best to worm it out of me but to no avail. Some months before we had found, completely by accident a real beautiful spot by the river, unless you knew the area it was totally impossible to find and was not overlooked by anything. 

Most of the area was thick bush and trees, except a small area by the river about ten meters square that run gently down to the rivers edge, almost in the middle of this small grassy area stood just one tree that seemed to defy logic in why it stood alone amongst all that grass. We had come here several times following our initial find and even made a point of telling no one about the place in the hope that this most beautiful of spots would remain ours. 

It was here that I drove Lucy that fine summer evening, we pulled up and after getting out and looking at the stunning view, I walked to the boot of the car. I had made sure I had what I needed the day before, so I knew they were there, Lucy smiled when I pulled out a rolled up blanket, tucked it under my arm, took her hand and we walked to the clearing, the only sounds where those of nature at peace with itself, the tree looked like a good spot. 

I knelt down and unrolled the blanket, a small black bag fell away from the blanket and hit the floor making a slight jangle noise, I looked up at Lucy and told her to take her clothes off, as I finished spreading out the blanket I could see her out of the corner of my eye, she was just taking off her bra and stood there naked and smiling, her mind awash with ideas of what was to come.

I told her to sit on the blanket and reached over for the black bag, she knelt down beside me waiting, her nipples already giving away her state of arousal I handed her four straps and told her to put them on her wrists and ankles, as she did this I undressed myself, once I was satisfied that the straps were on correctly and wouldn't hurt her. 

I pulled out four pegs and hammered them into each corner of the blankets edge. Lucy laid in the middle and I tied the straps to the pegs, then putting a blindfold on her I sat closer to her and gently ran my fingers over her body. I could feel my penis becoming erect with the anticipation and I felt Lucy stirring as well.

I kissed her neck and run a hand over her breast, the nipple grew more erect immediately, I slowly kissed along her upper body and cupping her breast in both hands I took her intensely hard nipple in my mouth, she gasped as I sucked and nibbled on it, my hand gently brushed her skin as it traveled down her stomach and stopped at her navel. 

My lips were playing gentle catch up with my hand as I kissed and gently licked the under side of her breast and every bone I could see in her rib cage, when I had caught up with my hand I could feel the heat of her body getting very intense now and although she tried not to wriggle she just couldn't help herself. 

I run my tongue around the edge of her navel, Lucy was softly moaning and biting her bottom lip, again my hand wandered further down her body, stopping at the ridge of her pubic bone. I could feel the heat from her vagina, she was on fire now, her arousal state was now very high and I could hear her pulling against the restraints, her hearing and other senses intensified now due to the loss of sight.

In one motion a forced my tongue into her navel and my hand down to her now soaked vagina and gently pinched her vagina lips between my fingers, Lucy could hold back no more and arched her body, the restraints holding her to the blanket, my hard penis twitching, demanding action. My mouth again on the move, stopping at her pubic bone as my soaking fingers delved into her vagina, first two, then three fingers inside her as I thrust them hard into her, curling them upward and finding her love button. 

Lucy was now franticly trying to pull against the restraints, trying to force her thighs closed around my hand, wanting to make sure I didn't remove my fingers buried deep inside her, I pushed on to her button again, she screamed and her body would shudder out another small orgasm, with her head now to one side she just moaned. 

I withdrew my fingers and she whimpered, trying desperately to force her body down the blanket to savor every last moment of my fingers in her cum soaked vagina, I then moved my body between her legs and let my tongue roam her now blood engorged lips, pulling them apart I slip my tongue into her, licking at the juices that rushed from her body.

Both of us seemed to read each others minds, Lucy needed me to enter her so I laid over her and in one move buried my penis into her cum filled vagina, she tried so hard to move her legs again, wanting to wrap them around me so I wouldn't leave that place. 

I withdrew and another whimper came from her lips, again I entered her, the thought of gentle thrusts gone now as lust on both our parts took us and I buried myself again and again into her, with one final deep thrust I erupted into her. 

Lucy came and her whole body arched she almost pulled one of the restraints out of the ground, such was the strength of her orgasm, then she went slack, I withdrew and as I did a moan of frustration escaped from her lips, I undid all the restraints and the blindfold, in an instant she had pushed me onto my back and sat on my stomach, she was smiling, both with the freedom and the anticipation of what she wanted to do. I could feel our mixed cum oozing from her and spreading across my stomach, Lucy moved off and laid across my legs, then proceeded to lick all the juices from my stomach, watching her do that was making me hard again.

Lucy held my almost erect penis in her hand as she finished licking off all the mixed cum juices from my stomach, then turned her attention to my penis, first the tip went into her mouth, then more, eventually she had to move her fingers so she could take even more.

Her tongue and her head were poetry in motion, I could see her now free hand between her legs masturbating herself to yet another orgasm, I held her under her arms and lifted her onto my body then onto my incredibly hard penis, she squealed again as she lowered herself onto me, her breasts dangled just above my mouth and I took a nipple into it and sucked and nibbled long and hard. 

she gasped and then started to lower and raise herself, slowly at first then faster as all pretence of love making was lost and lust took hold of both of us, as she would lower herself onto me I lifted my body to meet her, faster and faster we went, deeper and deeper we both tried to force my penis into her.

Suddenly she let out a squeal, her body shook and shook and we both came together again, lucy flopped onto my body exhausted and panting, her sweat mixing with mine just as our cum had just done...

We stayed like that for some time, her body too shattered to move. I loved the feeling of both of us so close, finally my penis slid out of her and a slow whimper came form her lips. I rolled her off of me and she turned away and into my body, trying to get as much skin contact as she could, soon after that, I could hear her gently breathing as she fell asleep, I wrapped an arm around her and held he close, soon sleep took me as well. 



Down By The River



Over the past few years T and I have greatly enjoyed going to a "wild and scenic" river that's a couple hour drive from our home. Since this area is off limits to large high powered boats and has a somewhat restricted access so we can spend some quiet time together without any loud groups of people going by.

We usually go up river for a couple of hours, find a nice spot for a picnic and then hang out for a couple of hours before heading back down river and going home. Once we've finished our lunch we just lay back and enjoy the sunshine and the peace and quiet. This is also a signal that it's "titty time" as I untie the knot from T's halter top swimsuit and enjoy the watching the sunshine on her bare breasts.

This doesn't mean that we're by ourselves as there are always small fishing boats, kayakers, and several canoes that pass by so we keep an eye out for any families or fishermen that may pass by. Although she usually pulls up her top to cover her nipples there is still enough white skin that the men look. 

Last year we were sitting in the sun enjoying ourselves and although we were watching the river we were surprised when a guy fishing walked right up to us. We hadn't considered the possibility that someone would be on foot, and not in a boat T was caught with her top around her waist. I don't know who was more surprised, and I don't know how long the fisherman had been watching before he said "hello" and announced his presence. I do know that from where he was standing he got a clear view of her tits.

He must have enjoyed what he saw because he spent the next hours fishing from the shoreline within 15 feet of us. If he'd have gone just a little further away he might had gotten more of a show but T was uncomfortable with him so close to us and on land besides. 

When it looked like he was busy fishing I would pull the strap down on T's top and expose her tits some more and although he pretended not to be looking it was obvious that he kept trying to catch a quick peek now and then...and we was rewarded for his efforts.

Another time T was sitting with her top just hanging on her nipples and a group of 3 men in kayaks came by and all 3 of them paddled closer to the shore where we were sitting to see if T was showing anything. As T waved hello her swimsuit slipped just a bit and she exposed her left breast to all 3 of them. She hadn't realized that she was exposed and sat that way for a couple more minutes as they finally paddled away. 

It was only after they were gone that she looked down and saw her breast was showing, but didn't bother to pull her suit back up until a family in a canoe came by us. I told T that when she waved to the guys her suit had fallen down and she had accidentally exposed herself. She joked that they could look all they want as long as they didn't get out of their kayaks and try to touch her. 

We only had another weekend last year when we got away to the river and nothing much changed from the times before. After lunch I untied T's swimsuit top and we spent a couple of hours enjoying the sun and watching the canoes and kayaks paddle past us. Several times she waved as people went by and unless there were children in the group she always managed to let her top slip down and expose one or both of her tits.

As usual there were single guys in kayaks, a few fishermen and a family or two in their canoe. The surprise was when a single kayak came down the river by itself as they usually come in groups. The man paddling saw us on the riverbank and almost crossed the river to get a look at T. Since he was by himself she was a bit braver and as he came closer she sat up and let her suit fall to her waist as she waved and said hello.

With that hello he stopped paddling and just stared at T sitting along the river with both her tits exposed. I know this was just what he was hoping for since he's crossed the river to check her out, but I don't think he expected to really get a show. He paddled a bit closed and T made no effort to cover herself as he continued to look at her. By then we all knew that her exposure was intentional but that didn't seem to change things. 

Although it seemed like it was a long time, it was only a couple of minutes and then T pulled up her top and said goodbye. I told her that she'd really made his day, and questioned whether or not the poor guy would be able to wait until he got home to masturbate or if would he have to stop along the river and run into the bushes. She thought that was funny and although she spent most of the rest of the afternoon topless there were no more watchers like that one.

And now onto this year:

While T's halter top swimsuit was easy to untie it still covered up most of her body even when it was untied. Just before our first forecasted weekend of hot weather T decided that it was time to buy a new, and smaller swimsuit to wear when we went out on the river. She said that the old one was too hot and wanted something with a smaller top instead. 

We went to a local department store and T tried on several two piece swimsuits and all of them either had tops that tied around her neck, or loose straps that would easily slide off. While she was trying them on I found a cute 2 piece that had a very small top for her to try on.The best part was that the top tied both around her neck and in the back so just 2 quick pulls and she would be exposed.

I didn't think that she'd go for it, but as soon as she saw it she thought it looked cute and once she tried it on she knew it was perfect for her. I could hardly wait to get home so I could get her to model it for me. After showing it to me we looked to see how it would look with just the top untied, and then with the back untied. If the top was untied in fell right down and exposed both her tits. With the back untied the top was loosely covering her tits but any movement, such as waving to a kayaker, would allow other her tits to show.

A couple of days later we were once again out on the river and after we had our picnic lunch I asked her top or back? She thought back would be best for now since the river was quick busy. This way she was also able to sit up and watch people go by us and she felt that she was still covered up enough so she didn't have to worry about families going by. However, just a slight tug on one of her straps and the top would slide to the side enough that both nipples would peek into view.

We were sitting on the riverbank and once again a couple of kayaks came by and slowed down to check out T. Since both of her nipples were already showing they paddles a bit closer for a better look. Nobody said anything, but it was obvious that they were looking at her tits. T acted like they weren't even there and although she had seen them just sat in the sun with her eyes closed. 

Of course I wanted to show her off even more so as they watched I pulled the knot on the back of her neck and untied her top. Her top fell into her lap and her tits were now completely exposed. We all froze for a few minutes and then when a boat with a couple of teens started to come around the corner T turned around and laid down on her front to cover herself.

Soon the two guys paddled away and as soon as they were out of sight I grabbed T by the hand and took her out of sight into the tall grass. I knew that I was extremely turned on by what had happened, but I was even more surprised to find out that T's pussy was soaking wet. It only took a couple of minutes as we both enjoyed an afternoon delight out in the sunshine.

Afterwards we packed up our stuff and headed back down river and home. T kept on telling me what a wonderful she'd had and now nice the weather was and enjoyable the picnic, and our sex in the tall grass had been. It wasn't until I asked that she admitted that the day would have been much less pleasant if she hadn't been exposed to the two guys. 

That night we talked about it some more and she indicated again the she wanted them to see her tits, and look all they want, but she didn't want any touching to take place. I asked her if I could also show off her pussy and she told me if I could without her taking off her pants that it was ok with her. She thought that if her pants were off it would be too much of an indication to the voyeurs that she wanted to have sex with them. 

After a couple of weeks of bad weather we finally were able to get back out on the river. This time it was the 4th of July so we expected the river would be more crowded and it might now be so easy to find someone that would be able to look at her tits. We were wrong with that thought!

As usual we went up river and found a spot in the sunshine, but on the river channel that had less traffic so it would be quieter. Even though it was a holiday weekend we had several minutes of peace and quiet between the people passing by us.

After lunch I untied her top in the back so that it would loosely cover her tits. She first laid on her stomach and got some sun on her back and then rolled over to get more sun on her stomach. It didn't take long before she was too hot and needed a drink of water. As she sat up her top fell away and to the side so both her tits were exposed. Within minutes a group came by in their kayaks and T did nothing to cover herself so it looked like she wasn't aware that she was exposed. 

They all paddled past us and all looked in our direction so we waved hello. One guy slowed way down and waved again and it was apparent that as T waved back both her tits had fallen out of her top. He looked again and slowly paddled away and it looked like he was adjusting his shorts as he moved around the bend in the river. 

I moved behind T and was cupping both her tits with my hands and teasing her about he admirer when he came back up river to where we were sitting. This time he was on our side of the river and we watched as he paddled up to within a few feet of us. I was still holding on to T's tits so she waved and said hello to him. 

He asked if he could look some more so I told him he could, but he needed to stay in his kayak. His reply was no problem when I told him that it was a look and not touch situation. He watched for awhile as I rubbed T's tits, and as a family came by we all just waited until they were gone. 

T leaned back into me as I once again started to caress her tits and when I untied her top completely she let me pull it off and toss it on the blanket. By then I didn't think it would matter who might come by as we were all lost in the moment.

I slid one hand down T's stomach and into her bottoms started to caress her pussy and rub her clit.

I looked up at her admirer and it was no surprise that he now had his cock out of his shorts and was stroking himself. I pulled my hand out of T's pants and as soon as I reached down and pushed both side of her bottoms down she lifted her butt so I could slide her suit down. I stopped when it reached her knees, but her shaved pussy was totally exposed to him by then. He asked if he could come up by us, but T said no so he stayed put. 

I continued to stroke T's clit and finger her pussy as I pulled on her nipples. For all practical purposes she was totally nude but all 3 of us were unaware of anyone that might be on the river. T was watching her admirer as he stroked his cock and it wasn't long before his cum shot over the side of his kayak and into the river. That was just enough to send T over the edge as well and she closed her legs on my hand as she gasped through her orgasm.

She had barely finished her orgasm, and hadn't even pulled up her bottoms yet and the kayaker was already gone. My thought was that he could hardly wait to get going to tell his friends what they had missed. We both laughed at that and remarked that it was a good thing all of them hadn't come back or it might have turned into a gang bang. 

We packed up and slowly headed downriver and hadn't gone very far before we caught up with the group to which T's admirer was a part. They had stopped along the shore to rest and as we passed he hollered and waved at us and got the rest of his friends to look as he pointed to T. 

That night we discussed the events of the day and I asked if she would have minded if the kayaker would have gotten out and come ashore. Once again she said that she wasn't interested in having sex or having another guy touch her but that she did find it exciting to watch him masturbate and shoot his load into the river. I hinted that maybe she'd like to have a load of cum shot on her instead and as she gave me a blow job she pulled off so I could cover her face with cum.

I always tell her she looks good with cum on her face and wondered out loud how she'd look with some other guys cum on her?

We still have half the summer left to find out??



Down by the River



In life, there are people who have always been a part of your life -- people who have seen you as a child and then watched you grow up to be a woman, people who held you high in your victory and helped you up in your defeat, people who could tell exactly who you are and what you want, where you love to stay and who you are always with. They are people whose existence became so deeply entwined with yours and therefore would always hold a special place in your heart.

And then, there are people who suddenly appeared in your life, turned your world upside down, and left you breathless and in awe of what could have been but would never be. They are the people whose fleeting contact with you touched you deeply, and profoundly changed the way you look at things. 

Whenever I assess what has happened and what is happening in my life, I always realize that he was one of them -- those people who were gone as quickly as they had come, and yet whose influence can never be denied. And in a small, hidden corner of my heart, I know that I will always wait for him, long for him.

*****

I lived deep inside a thick forest, protected from the corruption of the world by the quiet teachings of my grandmother. From time to time, there would be some visitors to our humble dwelling made of bamboo and wood, and their presence would always delight me, for it was a pleasant distraction from the monotony of my life. Not that I was discontented with how I spent my days back then. It was just that, when you grew up far from civilization and with only one old woman to talk to every now and then, you would always be thrilled by the prospect of meeting new people and perhaps forming a tentative friendship with them.

Grandmother taught me everything I knew. She taught me how to keep our little hut clean, how to wash our clothes, how to cook our meals. She taught me where to fetch clean water, where to find edible fruits, where to pluck the various herbs that she used as medicine. She even taught me how to care for our chickens and how to make simple salves and potions. Whatever she thought I should learn, she made sure I knew. In time, she taught me how to read and write, and although I did not particularly enjoy reading and writing, I painstakingly studied them in order to please her.

Once every two weeks, Grandmother would ask me to get out of the forest and go to the house of our nearest neighbor -- whose house I could only reach after almost two hours of walking however fast I tried to walk. I would always bring a basket of fruits and vegetables -- sometimes even a few eggs -- during those visits to Mary. Mary and her family were perhaps my closest friends in the world after my grandmother. Whenever I would visit their house, Mary would ask me to have lunch with her family, and I would always think that they were having a feast, for I could only eat beef and fish whenever I was in their house. Sometimes, I thought that Mary only prepared those meals when I was around, for her boys reached for the meat as eagerly as I did. I would play with those boys for a while afterward, as Mary packed a basket of food and a bottle of fresh milk for Grandmother. Then she would ask her oldest boy, Lucas, to walk me back to our house. Lucas was two years older than me, and would always entertain me with stories about his school during those long walks, or stories about the latest trouble that his brothers Jim and Danny found themselves in.

All in all, I was contented with how my life went on back then. I had my grandmother, my friends in Mary's family, and sometimes some very nice visitors from the town. I thought nothing was missing in my life, that my life could not be better. But then I was wrong.

*****

I met him that afternoon after Lucas walked me home. Mary baked a cake that day to celebrate my eighteenth birthday. In all my life, I had never seen a cake, and I let out a gasp of wonder when I beheld that beautifully-decorated dessert. I almost did not want to ruin it by taking a slice, but I could see that everyone was waiting for the chance to taste it, so I held my breath and cut a portion for myself. It tasted simply amazing.

By that time, Grandmother was almost never away from our hut. Age caught up with her and her joints were always aching, so we agreed that it was time for me to take over and take care of her.

That afternoon, as she began eating a slice of the cake Mary asked me to bring home, I told Grandmother that I would fetch some water from the river, knowing that there was barely enough water for us to drink that night. The sun was nowhere near the horizon yet, and Grandmother readily agreed.

Carrying a bucket, I made my way to the river, humming a happy tune all the while. The day seemed to reflect my mood, and I could not ask for more from life. When I reached my destination and bent over to splash some water on my face, its coolness tempted me to remove my slippers and dip my feet in the water, the bucket lying half-forgotten on a rock nearby.

Suddenly, no more than ten feet from where I was, a man appeared from underwater. Shocked, I could only let out a yelp, thoughts of water demons grabbing ankles of unsuspecting maids running through my mind. Yet, he looked just as startled as I did, and when my eyes met his, I caught my breath.

He was beautiful. Wet, dark hair fell to his broad shoulders, drawing my eyes downward to a smooth, hard chest, and down still to well-muscled stomach. But it was his face that drew me the most. His eyes were almost the colour of honey, and his lips were tantalizingly full -- lips that curved upwards into a smile when the initial shock ebbed away.

"Good day to you," he said softly.

His voice, silky and seductive, somehow sent me to panic. I hurried out of the water, but before I could reach the bank, a hand already closed around my wrist. Now terrified, I shrieked.

"Calm down!" he said, his other hand closing over my mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I stiffened, not trusting him. What kind of man would grab a woman this way if he had no intention of hurting her? Never had a man acted like that towards me. It was scary.

Yet he was holding me gently against him, and the shivers that racked my body were not caused by fear. Slowly, he let me go before stepping away. I turned to face him reluctantly. The way he was looking up and down my whole body sent another shiver down my spine. If I did not know better, I would think that he was thinking about devouring me.

When he met my eyes, I looked away -- down, in fact. My eyes almost popped out when I realized that he was completely naked. I was not so innocent as to not know the different parts of a male body; Grandmother taught me all about that. His ... manhood was standing in its full height. Face burning, I turned away and tried to control the flood of blood up my face. It was an unsuccessful attempt.

"Your clothes!" I snapped almost hysterically. "Put them on!"

He was chuckling as he waded out of the water. "It scared you, didn't it? I'm very sorry. This is no way to introduce myself to a woman." There was a pause -- presumably as he put on his clothes. "My name is Marcus, by the way."

With resolution, I walked back to the bank, slightly wincing as I realized that the hem of my dress was already wet. I stepped on my slippers, grabbed the bucket from where it sat on the rock and fetched some water, not glancing even once at the man who had just introduced himself to me.

"Wait!" came his voice before I felt his hand around my wrist again, just as I was already walking away. "Will you please tell me your name at least?"

Against my better judgment, I turned to face him. The hopeful look on his face made me speechless. However, I shook my head at his request.

He swallowed. "You will be here again tomorrow, won't you?"

I did not say anything. I just turned away from him and started walking home, glad that he did not follow me.

*****

That night, for the first time in my life, I tossed and turned on my cot as I remembered the image of the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.

*****

The next day, I found myself in the river again. It might have been a bad decision, since I clearly dreaded the thought of seeing Marcus one more time, but I could not help it. Part of me wanted to see him in spite of my fears. He was not the most harmless man I had met, true, but something about him drew me in, and I had no strength to resist that.

He was sitting on top of a huge rock, looking down at the water as if he were contemplating something of great importance. Sensing a presence, his eyes snapped up, alert, but they softened as he recognized me. It almost made me smile.

"I was hoping you'd come," he said with a smile as he leaped down from the rock. "I was just wondering if I had to wait all day..."

Unbelievably, I found it quite flattering. I smiled, if hesitantly. "I cannot afford not to come." I held up the bucket I was carrying. "My grandmother and I need something to drink."

"Allow me to help you with that task, then," he offered, taking the bucket from my hand. As he bent down to fetch some water, he continued, "I am sorry about yesterday. I did not mean to scare you."

"I am also sorry," I said, watching as he placed the bucket on the ground once it was filled. "I did not mean to act as if I had seen a monster..."

He laughed. "I suppose that any decent woman whose first encounter with a man involves seeing him starkly naked, would find the experience terrifying."

My face burned at the recollection of the image that played inside my head for most of the night before, sending an unfamiliar yet not unpleasant sensation between my thighs. "I suppose."

"How about we forget the whole affair and start again?" he suggested, grinning at me as he offered his hand, palm up. "I am Marcus Laoran."

"Selene Kier," I said, giving him my hand to shake. He brought it to his lips instead.

"Pleased to meet you," he murmured, his warm breath still caressing the back of my hand, sending my heart somersaulting.

That would be the first of our many meetings down by the river.

*****

"What's new?"

Lucas' question startled me. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged, looking at me sideways. "You seem...different."

I laughed at that. "Different? I am the same Selene as the one you grew up knowing."

"You don't believe that," he murmured, smiling at me. "You were like this last time you visited us, too, and even Mary noticed the change in you. She just won't ask you blatantly as I am doing right now. But we're curious."

It had been a month since I first met Marcus by the river. If there were any changes in me, I was sure that it was caused by the strange man who was meeting me every day for the past four weeks. Not that I thought there was any major changes that happened.

"I'm just happy," I told Lucas, smiling at him.

Lucas stopped in his tracks. I, too, stopped to look at him. He was looking at me as if I were something he needed to study, and it made me feel uneasy.

"Stop that," I said, frowning. "You are making me feel uncomfortable."

I could see the battle going on inside him. Finally, with a sigh, he frowned and met my eyes. "Don't get me wrong, all right? By any chance, have you met a man lately?"

He came too close. Actually, he hit the bull's eye. Blood rushed up my face and I glared at him before turning my back, marching away. "You are being ridiculous! How dare you think that a man has caused changes in me?"

I was lying. Of course, I was. I did not know why I suddenly wanted to keep my friendship with Marcus a secret. But, deep inside, I thought I found a reason: I was afraid that the people I knew would not want me to be friends with him, and I liked Marcus too much. He made me smile and made me laugh the way nobody else ever did. He made me feel as if I was something more than a child who knew nothing of the world beyond the forest and Mary's house. He told me stories about a world I had never seen before, and listened as I introduced him to the world I knew.

"Selene!" Lucas called as he followed me. "I did not mean to offend you! Wait!"

Feeling guilty that I had to lie to him, I stopped to wait until he was beside me again. Lucas, for the first time in all the years that I had known him, put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards him.

"I'm sorry," he said, squeezing my shoulder.

I looked at him and smiled slightly. "It's all right."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, thought better of it, and closed it again. All the while, his eyes were trained on mine. The way he was looking at me reminded me of how Marcus always did, and although it was kind of disconcerting, I said nothing to him and did not even step back to put some distance between us. His arm was still around me, although now, it was around my waist, not my shoulders.

"Selene," he said softly. His other hand touched my face, sending a shiver down my spine. 

Before I knew what was happening, his lips were already touching mine. Shocked, I pushed him away and stepped back. He groaned and looked at me briefly, before looking away and once again lifting the basket of food that Mary prepared for my grandmother. 

I stood there for a while, wondering what exactly happened, before finally shaking my head and following him as he resolutely walked the path that led to our house, while a very uneasy silence descended upon the two of us.

*****

Marcus spread the picnic blanket over the grassy spot of the riverbank. I watched him silently, delighted by the way he moved, so very gently yet manly.

"It's ready, madame," he called to me, grinning from ear to ear as he gestured to the blanket, bowing with exaggerated grace.

I laughed and joined him as he sat on the blanket. Every day for the last ten days, he had been bringing that blanket with him, along with the basket filled with foods from his own house. We would always eat together, laughing and chatting until sunset, when I would say goodbye to him and head back home to cook dinner for grandmother and myself. I still did not want Marcus to meet my only family, perhaps because I believed that grandmother would disapprove of our secret meetings.

Grandmother never asked me where I went after I finished with all my chores, so there was no problem about me being gone from her side for hours on end. I just needed to make sure I cleaned the house, fed the chicken, watered our vegetables, and cooked meals, and Grandmother would let me do as I pleased with the time I had on my hands. Before meeting Marcus, I would spend those hours walking alone in the forest, with nowhere in particular as my destination.

Marcus wound his arm around my waist when I sat beside him. It might seem strange, yet it felt right somehow, that even though we barely knew each other, we could act as if we had known each other forever. I reached for the basket of food and began to unpack it.

The day was pleasant enough. I left Mary's house shortly after lunch, and due to the kiss that Lucas gave me, our journey to my house took less than how it almost always took us before. As soon as I was certain that Grandmother would not need me for the rest of the day, I slipped out to go to the river, where Marcus was already waiting for me.

"God, I won't mind spending my whole life like this," Marcus murmured as he took a bite from the barbecue I was handing him. He did not take it from me; instead, he wound his arms tightly around me and pulled me closer. "I love spending time with you, Selene."

And I, too, loved spending time with him. Not that I thought he needed to know that. "Do you cook all these foods every time?"

"Me, cooking?" He found that extremely amusing. "No, I don't. I don't even cook at all."

"Who prepares the food, then?" I inquired, wondering if I would ever be good at cooking, the way that whoever cooked these foods was.

"My betrothed," he answered.

I froze. Of course, I should not have been surprised that he was betrothed. Marcus was good-looking, nice, charming. The way he dressed and the way he acted also told me that he was from a well-to-do family.

His chuckle annoyed me. With a glare at him, I abruptly stood up, intending to go as far away from that place as possible. He, however, managed to stop me by encircling my waist with his arms.

"Let go!" I cried, still glowering as I hit his arm.

"I'm merely teasing you," he said, somewhat confused. Something in me told me that he wanted to laugh at my reaction, but his good sense was telling him that it would annoy me even more.

"It is not funny!" I told him, still hitting his arm. "Let go!"

Finally, he allowed himself the pleasure of smiling as he pulled me close to him. "Selene. I am very, very sorry about the jest, but I am not letting you go."

I stopped struggling and just glared at him. "Why make such a jest, anyway? I only spend time with you because I thought we are friends -- "

"We can still be friends even if I were betrothed," he interjected, grinning devilishly.

"But it will not be the same!" I lamented, shaking my head. "I cannot spend time with you every single day when I know that there is a woman waiting for you somewhere in town." An uncomfortable feeling settled on the pit of my stomach at the thought of a lovely lady waiting for Marcus to return home to her. It galled and upset me. Mustering as much courage as I could, I looked him in the eye and calmly asked, "In all honesty, Marcus, is there such a woman?"

"Of course not," he abruptly answered, stroking my cheek as he placed his forehead on mine. He spoke with sincerity, with gentleness. "There's only one woman who has captured my fancy lately, and she's you, Selene. I want you -- only you."

Time seemed to stand still for me. All I could hear was his voice; all I could feel was his presence; all I could see was his face. As close to him as that, I could clearly make out his unique masculine scent -- something that will be engraved in my memory for as long as I live. His every touch seemed to scorch my skin.

He began lightly stroking my arms while he bent his head to nuzzle at my neck. I caught my breath and had to grab his shoulders for support, as I thought my knees would buckle beneath me. I knew I should not let him do this to me, yet I felt powerless to stop him. In fact, I did not wish him to stop at all. If I would be honest to myself, I had been wondering -- from the moment I saw him naked in the water -- how it would feel like to be held like this by this man.

I closed my eyes, caring nothing for the world as I began to savour the feelings that Marcus was evoking in me. It seemed to me that every inch of my body was anticipating his touch, his kiss. With a groan, I pressed my body closer to his and buried my face on his neck. 

His hands were on my hips, stroking their way upwards until they touched the sides of my breasts. Gently, he cupped each breast, his thumbs brushing over the tips. Once again, I groaned, much louder this time. I reluctantly tried to pull away, feeling as though I was already falling out of control, but my resistance seemed to ignite something in him. Groaning, he pulled me closer, roughly pressing me to his body as his lips covered mine. His tongue darted into my mouth, demanding, ferocious.

"My god, Selene," he growled when he ended that exhilarating kiss. "I will certainly lose my sanity if I cannot have y -- "

I did not let him finish it; instead, I pulled his face down for another kiss. Why should I listen to him? There was no point hearing exactly what I was thinking of. I would go insane if he did not take me soon.

How he managed to lay me down on the picnic blanket, I would never remember. I was too busy kissing and stroking him that I could not pay attention to such minor things. The next thing I knew was that I was already lying down, and Marcus was kissing every inch of my exposed skin, while his hands explored the areas still covered by my dress. 




Down by the River



My hands flew to his hair, keeping him as close as possible. I felt him dragging the hem of my dress upwards and I shivered in response to the cool caress of the wind on my newly exposed legs and thighs. Before long, he managed to undress me, and as I lay there naked, his eyes roamed over my body, sending blood rushing up my face. Out of instinct, my hands tried to cover my private parts, but Marcus only smiled gently and held them.

"You're excruciatingly gorgeous," he whispered before hungrily kissing me again.

I wrapped my arms around him, gently biting at his ears while he placed tiny, light kisses on my neck. I wanted to feel him -- him, not layers of clothing that he still wore. Frustrated, I groaned and gently tugged at the hem of his shirt. With a soft laugh, he pulled away from me -- just long enough to shed off his clothes. My breath caught as I once again beheld his naked form. His manhood was fully erect, and I could not help but think of what lay ahead.

"Marcus," I said softly, almost in a purr, as I reached for him again.

He was all too glad to come to my arms. His mouth sought one of my breasts, licking and teasing, setting me on fire. One of his hands was playing with the other breast. After a while, he turned his mouth on the other breast, torturing me with his gentleness, with the way he took his time. Slowly, his mouth travelled downwards, his hands stroking my thighs.

When finally his mouth came in contact with my sex, I let out a gasp. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick at my slit; I bit my lips to prevent myself from groaning too loudly. I gripped his hair lightly, wanting to just hold his head down there as his mouth continued to explore me. A moment later, he played with my nub of pleasure with his tongue, flicking at it wildly, almost driving me nuts. I lifted my hips upwards, gasping and groaning in pure pleasure as he continued to do that. Soon enough, waves and waves of pleasure racked my body, and Marcus held me close.

He spread himself on top of me, spread my legs and settled himself between them. I let him guide me as he bent my knees, keeping my feet planted on the ground. Satisfied, he buried his face on my hair and murmured something that I could not comprehend.

"What?" I whispered breathlessly, determinedly willing myself to focus on what he was saying.

"You have not done this before, have you?" he asked.

"No," I admitted, somewhat blushing in spite of what we had already done.

He smiled at me, kissing my lips briefly. "I thought so. I just wanted to confirm so that I would know how I should proceed from here." He grabbed my hand and kissed it. "I don't want to hurt you unnecessarily. I'll make it as painless as I possibly can."

Heart thumping inside my chest, I just nodded. If I were to be honest, his little speech made me nervous. How much would it hurt? What if it hurt too much in spite of what he told me?

All thoughts fled from my head, however, when he kissed my mouth again. His hand, which was still holding mine, guided it to his shaft. With my mouth still locked with his in a very passionate kiss, I closed my fingers around his manhood, squeezing it lightly. It earned a groan from him. Without hesitation, I began stroking it up and down. Marcus ended our kiss and just buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling. Something wet was already coming out of the tip of his shaft; I touched it with a finger and spread it downwards. My other hand found his balls and gently massaged it. After a while, I felt Marcus stiffen on top of me. With a loud groan, his head snapped up, while something warm, wet and sticky spurted out of his shaft onto my stomach. Startled, I gasped.

When Marcus opened his eyes and saw that startled look on my face, he laughed, before showering my face with tiny kisses. Blushing, I wound my arms around his neck and kissed his shoulder.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked.

"You did not expect my seeds to shoot out, did you?" he said, still chuckling.

My face burned hotter, making him laugh even more. I slapped him lightly on his arm, somewhat embarrassed, although I felt like laughing, too. I had no idea what was coming; could he blame me for being surprised?

His laughter was really infectious. In a few moments, I was already laughing with him. He continued to plant teasing kisses on my face and neck even as he laughed, while his hands travelled lightly on my skin, tickling me.

"My god, Selene, you are driving me crazy over you," he said, grinning, as his laughter subsided. "Your innocence is quite endearing."

We shared another kiss, and as our tongues duelled, one of his hands found its way downwards to caress my sex. I groaned into his mouth, loving the way his hand was stroking me. I felt a finger slipping inside, and I gasped as he moved it in and out, in and out slowly. An ache was starting to build inside me, making me yearn for more than that finger. It was quite maddening.

"Marcus, please," I begged, moaning. "Please."

He ended his sweet torture with another kiss. I felt the tip of his shaft near my entrance, guided by his hand. He whispered soothing words to my ears as he slowly pushed it in, earning a gasp from me. Slowly, he pulled it out, only to push it in again, deeper this time. He continued the rhythm, plunging in and out of me, always pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. In the middle of this, I felt the pain he was warning me about, but as he had promised, he tried not to make it hurt so much as to make me dread the deed. Slowly, even that pain dulled, and all I could feel was the immense pleasure of being one with him at last. We established a rhythm as our bodies merged -- a rhythm that got faster and faster until I felt as if I was ready to explode. Crying out, I felt an intense release from deep inside, leaving me convulsing beneath Marcus. He continued to pump in me for a few more moments before he, too, stiffened and cried out, his seeds exploding inside me.

Marcus rolled off me to lie down by my side, pulling me close as he kissed my forehead again. I nestled close to him, putting my head on his shoulder and draping an arm around his waist.

"Thank you," I whispered, looking up at him with a shy smile on my lips.

"You're thanking me?" He flashed a smile that made his eyes twinkle with something more than mirth. "I should be the one thanking you. You were wonderful."

I grinned. "For a first timer?"

He laughed at that and lovingly pinched the tip of my nose. "You're something, Selene." With infinite care, as if he thought I was made of glass, he pulled me even closer, stroking my back with his hand. "It won't hurt to learn a thing or two. Certainly, it won't hurt to know that a man's cock explodes with seeds when he reaches his climax. That will take away startled expressions that are just too sweet to ig -- "

"You tease me!" I cried, already laughing even before he burst out laughing again. "You could have told me about that before!"

"I cannot remember a time when I had laughed in the middle of such an act," he said, kissing my head. "Curiously, I feel as if that made it more intimate, more remarkable. It reminds me that I made love to a woman so unlike all the other ones I have known."

I smiled and looked up at him. "You flatter me, but it does not take away the fact that you laughed!"

"I could not help it!" 

With that came another burst of laughter that so warmed my heart. I sat up, bent my head down, and kissed him full on the lips before standing up. The air was starting to get colder, and as I suspected, the sun would be setting in a few more minutes. It was time for me to go home.

Quickly, I ran to the river, washing my body, knowing at least that the smell of sex clung to me. Grandmother would not appreciate that. 

Marcus sat up and watched me, grinning as he did so. When I was certain that I was already clean, I ran back to where he was to collect my clothes. He, however, grabbed his shirt and started drying my skin with it, telling me that Grandmother might suspect that I was up to something if I went home still wet from my dip on the river.

"You will be here again tomorrow, won't you?" he told me, kissing my lips when I was fully dressed again.

"I am always fetching water for the chickens, my grandmother and myself," I told him, chuckling. "You, on the other hand..."

"Will come back tomorrow, as usual," he said, smiling as he pulled away to grab my bucket and fetch some water.

"Don't you ever get tired of leaving town and coming all the way here?" I asked, somewhat hoping that he would say no, for I did not want him to stop seeing me. "It is a long journey."

"I come here on horseback; it is not as tiring as you deem it to be."

"Still..."

"I come here for only one reason," he said softly, placing the bucket of water on the ground between us. His eyes held mine, and a small smile came to his lips as his fingers stroked my cheekbone. "To see you, to be with you. You may not understand, but that is enough for me to forget the distance that I have to travel each day. I will always come back here for you, Selene."

I swallowed hard, afraid that his words would make me cry. Grabbing his hand, I smiled and planted a kiss on his palm before lifting the bucket and walking away, knowing in my heart that I, too, would always come back there for him.

*****

I continued to meet with Marcus secretly for more than a month, always eating lunch with him except on the days that I had to walk to Mary's house. Like before, the two of us would exchange stories, although now, it was mostly him who did the talking, for I insisted that I wanted to learn more about his life than to tell him about mine. Sometimes, we would skip that chat period, but always, we would make love, sometimes lying on the blanket, sometimes on the grass, and sometimes even as we bathe in the river. It was probably my most anticipated time of the day.

At times, as I did my chores at home, I would notice Grandmother watching me. Under her scrutinizing eyes, I would always hide the blush that came to my face. I was positive that she was aware of my secret, and I quite dreaded the moment she would ask me to confess, but she never said anything about it, for which I was glad. I had no idea how I would explain things to her, how I would justify my decision of letting Marcus take me body and soul every time we met even though we have not known each other for that long.

Two more times I went to Mary's house, as I always did, and I realized just how truthful Lucas was being when he told me that Mary wondered what brought about the change in me. Like Grandmother, she watched me when she thought I did not know, but, still like Grandmother, she never asked me directly about it. Even Lucas seemed to finally realize that I would not say anything about my secret to him, for during our walk home, he never tried to talk to me about it again.

In time, I realized what it was that they noticed in me. Even though I still loved the way I lived with my Grandmother, a certain restlessness has crept into my soul. I was always wondering what life would be like if I did not live in the middle of the forest -- if I lived, instead, in town. Of course, I never told anybody about it -- not even Marcus -- for I knew that I would never leave the forest where I grew up. If I ever decided to, it would be for only a few months, but always, I would come back to the place where I knew I belonged.

I was starting to get used to my new routine -- of doing my duties to Grandmother as quickly as I could and spending time with Marcus for most of the day -- when an unexpected thing happened. It would mark the beginning of a very painful episode in my life.

After meeting with Marcus and having an intense session of lovemaking with him, I went home as usual, determined to act as normally as possible around Grandmother. The sun was already low on the horizon, and even though there was still enough light to aid in seeing, I expected to see lit lamps in our hut. What I did not expect was that every lamp would be lit. It could only mean one thing: there was a visitor.

Hurriedly, I went inside, wondering if the food I cooked earlier was enough for our guest -- or guests. Thankfully, it was only Lucas I saw inside, having a chat with Grandmother as he prepared the table for dinner. He stiffened when he saw me, but immediately flashed a smile -- forced though it was -- to please Grandmother.

"You are home at last," Grandmother said, smiling warmly at me when I took her hand and kissed it. "Lucas and I have been waiting for you for quite a while already."

I smiled at her and turned to Lucas. "I'm sorry. I got so distracted with my wanderings that I did not realize it is almost time for dinner." Looking at the table, I noticed that there was beef there -- for sure brought by Lucas from Mary. "You are very kind to bring us food."

"Mary told me to bring it here," he said, shrugging.

Lucas never got used to the habit of calling Mary 'Mother', although from time to time, he would. "Thank her for us, then."

The three of us started eating, chatting idly. I noticed, then, that Lucas avoided talking directly to me as much as possible. He could not even look me in the eye for more than five seconds. We grew up together, and that kind of attitude was something I knew very well. He was hiding something from me -- something unpleasant. His unexpected visit was also an indication. I decided to wait until dinner was over before I asked him what it was.

When at last, we were done eating, Grandmother shooed the two of us out of the house, explaining that Lucas had something to tell me. Seeing that it was already dark, she invited Lucas to spend the night with us, saying that I would surely not mind sleeping inside her room. Lucas accepted the invitation before walking out of the hut with me.

We ended up in the vegetable garden and I sat on the bamboo bench there. Lucas took the time to light the lamps hanging from the poles on either side of the bench, before sitting down beside me.

"What's up?" I asked him, smiling.

He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he stared at the darkness ahead. "I came here this afternoon, hoping to tell you something and intending to go home before dark, but when I arrived, your grandmother was alone."

For no apparent reason, my heart started beating faster, and I held my breath. Something told me that I should perhaps stand up, ask Lucas what it was that he wanted to say, and then go back inside the hut. My instincts were telling me that I would not like what he was going to say, but before I could rise from the bench, he already continued speaking.

"I asked her where you were," he said, "and she said that you'd very likely be in the river, fetching water."

I froze. Oh god. No...

Lucas sighed again. "I told her I'd meet you there then, perhaps to help you carry the bucket of water home. Grandmother agreed, of course."

He paused. I could not look at him. I did not know what to say. If he indeed headed down to the river that afternoon...

"Who is he?" he asked softly.

I closed my eyes. So he saw Marcus. Big deal. If there was one person I'd tell about Marcus first, I knew it would be Lucas, not Grandmother. It was just as well that he should see Marcus now. 

"Who is he?" he repeated, still softly.

"Marcus," I answered.

"When did you first meet him?"

"That day Mary baked a cake for me."

"And how long have you two been lovers?"

I looked at him, glaring. "Lucas!"

He met my glare with a frown. "You won't deny it, will you? I saw the two of you quite clearly."

I swallowed. But of course. Marcus and I spent most of that afternoon lovemaking. "I think it is none of your business."

Lucas fell silent for a time, but only for a time.

"Does your grandmother know about him?"

"I don't want to talk about this," I told him, standing up. "This conversation is over, unless you have something more to say that does not concern Marcus or me."

He looked at me with eyes that hid what was inside. Sitting grimly there on the bench, shadows created by the lamplight dancing on his face, Lucas looked nothing like the person I knew. Somehow, he looked ethereal. For the first time, I looked at him and saw not the Lucas I grew up with -- the Lucas who played with me when we were children and walked me home every single time I visited them -- and not even the Lucas who kissed me hesitantly one day. Instead, I saw the man Lucas had become: tall, well-built, handsome Lucas, who now looked at me with cold eyes that hid everything I knew and loved about him.

"You deserve better than that, Selene."

It broke my heart to see this man and hear him talk like this. "What?"

"He could have at least treated you with respect and taken you to a bed," he said between his teeth.

"Quit it!" I cried, angry at him now. "What goes on in my life does not concern you, Lucas, and I'd appreciate it if you quit meddling with my affairs! You don't know Marcus and you have no right to say anything against hi -- "

"Why?" he interjected, cocking an eyebrow at me. "Do you know him? How well do you know him?"

It rendered me speechless. What was he implying? That I gave myself to somebody I did not even know? I knew Marcus. I might not have known him for years, but my heart knew him, and that was enough. How could Lucas suggest...

"You," I whispered, shaking my head at Lucas. He was my best friend! I thought he would at least try to understand. Anger was swelling up inside me, and I pursed my lips closed, determined to not say anything that I would regret later. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Are you afraid that what I am saying may be the truth?" he asked, standing up and towering over me.

How could he say that? How could he even think that? I tried hard not to yell at him. "No. I'm afraid that I'd say or do something that will break our friendship up for good."

"Wake up, Selene," he said, gripping me by the shoulders and shaking me. "He is just going to hurt you!"

I pushed him away as hard as I could and glared at him. "And who will not hurt me? You?"

Surprise registered on his face, breaking the coldness in his eyes. For a brief moment, I saw the pain that registered there, quickly hidden behind those cold eyes again before he turned his back on me. I stood there, dumbstruck, before realizing that it was I who hurt him -- the man who had been nothing if not kind and brotherly to me all my life.

"Lucas," I began, reaching for his arm. "I'm s -- "

"Go back to the hut and tell Grandmother that I cannot spend the night here," he said calmly, gently releasing my grip on his arm. "Thank her for me, but explain to her that Mary will be worried if I do not return home tonight."

"It is already dark," I told him, swallowing my tears back. "Just spend the night and go home tomorrow at the crack of dawn. I promise to walk you at least halfway..."

He turned around to face me and gave me a small smile. To me, who had known him all my life, that smile looked forced, false. The hard coldness in his eyes did nothing to shake away that feeling. "Thank you, but I need to go home tonight."

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaving me frozen in place by the pain of causing him pain. I did not know how long I stood there, staring at the darkness that swallowed him, but when the lights of the lamp started to flicker, I finally headed home. 

Grandmother was already asleep in her room, and my pillow and blanket was already atop the mat that she put on the floor, but I did not sleep there as she thought I would. Instead, I went to my room and lay on the cot. I lay there quietly, hugging the pillow Grandmother provided for Lucas.

*****

The next day, for the first time, I forgot to meet with Marcus, too bothered by what took place the night before. It was already sunset when I finally came back to my senses, and against Grandmother's order, I left the house to fetch water from the river, but he was not there. There was, however, a pretty bouquet of flowers on the spot where he always spread the picnic blanket. The flowers were already somewhat wilted, but they told me that he came, and I was glad.




Down by the River



Grandmother saw the flowers when I arrived home. I could not love her or hate her more than when she looked at those flowers and said nothing. A part of me dreaded her question, but another part of me wanted her to ask, just so that I could finally clear my conscience.

Her question never came. It never will.

*****

The next day, I made sure that I finished all of my chores very early, planning on being by the river before Marcus came. Still, he was already there when I arrived.

"Do you really have nothing better to do in your life, Marcus Laoran?" I teased as I came to meet him in an embrace.

He grinned and kissed my lips. "Nonsense. As far as I am concerned, I am doing the best task I can do in this life."

"Waiting by the river?" I asked, smiling.

"For the most special woman I've met? Of course," he said. Holding my hand, he led me to where he already spread the blanket. "Hungry yet?"

I chuckled as I sat down beside him. "I've just eaten breakfast a while ago." With a sigh, I leaned against him and closed my eyes. "I loved the flowers, by the way. Thank you."

"Wilted ones?" he asked. I felt his lips on my hair. "You are welcome."

"I'm sorry for not coming yesterday," I said, looking up at him and into those honey-coloured eyes. "Something came up, and it distracted me enough to make me forget about the time of day."

He winked and flashed a grin. "I thought you already came to your senses and realized that you can have any man you wish -- most of whom are better than me."

"You jest!" I laughed and pinched his side playfully. "If you think I am not in my right mind, then, I am very sorry to inform you that I am probably going to be stuck in this state for as long as I'm alive."

Marcus sighed and kissed my head again, squeezing my arm. "Selene." He stared into my eyes and frowned slightly at what he saw there. "What's the matter?"

Perhaps, it was just as well that I should tell him what exactly was bothering me. "Lucas and I had an argument the other night. I think that he is still mad at me." I took his hand and stroked it. "He saw the two of us, you know, and he wanted me to stop seeing you. But I cannot do that, Marcus. In the course of our conversation, I managed to hurt him with my words, and now, I don't know what I'm going to do. I want him to understand that I cannot -- that I will not give you up, but that I also did not mean to say what I said to him."

He lifted my chin up so that he could look into my eyes. What I saw in his was a kind of sadness that I did not wish to see in another person's eyes ever again. "I'm starting to ruin the peace of your life, am I not, Selene?"

Suddenly afraid of what he was thinking, I clung to him and held him close. "No, don't say that. You are one of the best things that happened in my life. How can you say that? Maybe I just made the mistake of not introducing you to the people who matter to me, but that's about it. I can always drag you to where they are and introduce you."

A sigh came from him as he held me and stroked my hair. "Would you like to talk to Lucas right now? I'll walk with you to Mary's house, and then you can explain yourself to him. If he wants to see me, just bring him with you."

The idea seemed perfect. Maybe Lucas would understand if he already knew Marcus. "But you cannot walk with me all the way to Mary's house. I don't know how I will explain your presence to her whole family. I'll tell you where to wait for me, and don't you think of leaving me when you're already there, all right?"

He smiled and pulled me to my feet. "Well, then. Let's get moving, madame, before I change my mind and monopolize your attentions again."

*****

Already, my heart felt lighter as Marcus and I walked to Mary's house. I knew I needed to apologize to Lucas before our friendship really crumbled, but, in a corner of my heart, I was afraid to talk to him alone. I did not know if he would listen to me, having seen a different side of him. Marcus' encouragements worked well to give me the courage I needed to talk to Lucas again.

Smoke was coming out of the chimney in Mary's kitchen, reminding me that it was almost time for lunch. Turning to Marcus, I asked him to wait for me in the spot where Lucas, his brothers and I used to play when we were kids. It was the location of an old, dry well, and there were rocks nearby where one could easily hide in case it was necessary. From the house, that spot could not be easily seen, so I was certain that nobody would find Marcus there.

"I'll try to make it as quick as possible," I promised him, smiling as I headed for Mary's house.

As I approached, I saw Jim at the front porch, chisel in hand, working on another piece of wooden sculpture. He was gifted at that, and just last Christmas, he made a beautiful jewellery box for Grandmother. When he saw me, he grinned and waved, calling my name. Jim was two years younger than Lucas, making him just about the same age as me, although he always proudly announced that I was still younger than him by two months.

"What brought this fair lady to our humble dwelling?" he asked, taking my hand as I took the three stair steps that led to their porch.

I gently slapped his arm, making him laugh. "You always make fun of me, James."

He flashed me a grin, winking. I was the only one around here who called him by his given name, and I think he liked me for that.

"Let me take you to Mama," he said, still holding my hand as he led me to the interior of their house. "Mama! Selene's here!"

Mary came rushing from the kitchen, still wiping her hands on the apron around her waist. She beamed as soon as she saw me, and took me in her arms the way she always did. I never knew my mother, but I have always thought that if she were alive, she would be exactly like Mary.

"Selene," she said as she kissed my forehead. "How are you, my child? I hope that everything is all right in your place? Eloisa is all right?"

I assured her that Grandmother was fine. "Although she did not know that I came here."

Mary raised her eyebrows but still held her smile in place. "Well, come and eat lunch with the family. George and Danny are going to be here any minute soon. I just sent them to town to deliver the curtains I made for Mrs. Murray, but they have been gone for hours, and are sure to be near the house now."

"Thank you, Mary, but I won't be staying for long," I told her, beaming. "As I told you, Grandmother has no idea that I am here, so I need to get back as soon as I can. I just need to talk to Lucas for a while. Is he somewhere nearby?"

Upon hearing my request, Mary exchanged glances with Jim. I caught the way their eyes met.

"Why?" I asked softly, taking Mary's hand. "Did he tell you that he does not want to talk to me anymore?"

Mary sighed and smiled at me sadly, patting my hand as she sat beside me. "Lucas left for his Aunt Susanna yesterday morning. I thought the two of you talked the night before? Didn't he go to your place to say goodbye?"

I could not speak. I only shook my head. So, that was what Lucas originally wanted to talk to me about. That was the reason why he visited us unexpectedly.

"How long will he be gone?" I asked Mary, not quite looking at her as I struggled to hold my feelings under control.

"We don't know for sure," Jim answered. "Uncle Matthew's letter only said that he and Aunt Susanna would love to have Lucas to help them manage their estate, as their son was still too young and Uncle Matthew was still recovering from his accident." Then, looking at his mother, he asked, "Where had Lucas gone that night, then?"

"He went to see us," I told them. "I was out walking around the forest when he came, though, so he talked with Grandmother until I got home around sunset. We -- " I cleared my throat, wishing with all my heart that I did not have to weave a web of lies to feed these people. I owed them the truth, but how could I tell them exactly what happened? "We ate dinner and talked afterwards, but he never -- he did not tell me about -- about the summons from your uncle."

Mary sighed and pulled me in an embrace. "Poor child."

The tears that had been threatening to fall for the past few minutes finally found their way down my face. "Mary, Lucas and I had an argument. I said something that might have hurt him, that's why he came home in the middle of the night even though Grandmother insisted that he spend the night with us. I just wanted to apologize. I did not mean what I said."

"Shh," Mary said, stroking my back. "Of course, I'll let him know when we write to him. Lucas will understand, Selene. He will forgive you, so don't you worry about it anymore, all right?"

I doubted that Lucas would understand, but I said nothing, quietly sobbing in his mother's arms. I needed to talk to him, but how could I?

*****

Jim offered to walk me home, but I politely declined, saying that I would rather walk alone. It took me a while to convince him and Mary that I would be all right, but in the end, I won over them. By the time I met with Marcus again, I was already calm, although there was nothing that could take away the heaviness in my heart. I explained everything to him as we started our walk back to the forest; he listened to me, comforting me not by words of false hopes but by just being there, gently squeezing my hand every time I thought I would start crying again.

We arrived at the river after about two hours, and Marcus unpacked the foods he brought along, urging me to eat with him. He was so gentle, so understanding, that I instantly knew: if I haven't fallen for him a long, long time ago, I would surely fall for him right then.

He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to lift my spirits up, and although I still felt bad about not being able to talk to Lucas before he left, I was already feeling better when I told him it was time for me to go home. He offered to help me carry the bucket of water home, and this time, I did not refuse. It still went without saying that my grandmother must not see him, but at last I told him where I lived.

I had to tell Grandmother that Lucas has been summoned by Mary's sister, for I knew that, a week from now, if she saw Jim instead of Lucas walking me home from Mary's, she would ask where Lucas was. Better get it over with as soon as possible. She merely nodded upon hearing the news, perhaps thinking that it was what Lucas told me the night he was supposed to stay but still went home.

Every day from that day onwards, I struggled with the guilt and regret I felt for what I have said to Lucas. I would still spend almost the whole day with Marcus, but at times, when the two of us would just sit side by side, enjoying the moment we had together, my mind would drift back to my best friend, and once more, I would wish that I could go back to that night so that I could refrain from saying what I have said, so that I could erase the pain that it would cause. Whenever he caught me in that mood, Marcus would just smile sadly and pull me close. He had learned not to say anything about it, and for his silence, I was infinitely glad. It was still a sore subject; I could not get over the fact that I hurt Lucas.

The rainy months loomed nearer and nearer, and with the passing of time, the pain and regret I felt somewhat dulled in their intensity. It became easier and easier to laugh and smile and Marcus again, and I once again truly enjoyed our frequent lovemaking. While the pain was still raw, I would sometimes think that Marcus only made love to me to help me forget Lucas, but all of these pitiful thoughts vanished as weeks and then months separated me from that fateful night.

During those times, Marcus and I got closer and closer still. I finally learned that the woman responsible for cooking the foods he always brought was his father's sister, who never married and ended up taking care of him after his own mother died of sickness. His father was still alive, although he lived in a city far away, where he was taking care of their family business -- a business that Marcus would someday inherit. He did not really grow up in our town, for it was his mother's home and he had always stayed with his father, but he visited it from time to time, always with his Aunt Marian. Even now, he was only on vacation, although it was by far the longest vacation he spent in our place.

"It's really hard to leave a place when a lovely spirit of the forest casts a spell on you," he said, grinning, when I asked him why he hasn't come back to his father's estate yet. "You forget about your obligations, but thankfully, your father gives you the time you need to -- "

"Say goodbye to your little spirit friend?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow as he pulled me down on the grass beside him.

He laughed. "What goodbye? The time you need to convince that lovely sprite to leave with you when it is already time for you to go back home."

I held my breath. For a few moments, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to leave the forest and live with Marcus. I would finally get to see what the town looked like. He would probably bring me to his father's estate, too. I would meet his Aunt Marian and all the interesting people he knew. I would be able to attend the balls he told me about, enjoy the foods he described to me. I knew it would be a most exciting life.

Yet, I knew that it was not the life for me. He could have been saying the truth when he described me as a spirit of the forest. This forest was my home, and I could not part from it. I could live away from it for a few months, perhaps, but I would always come back.

The reality that I could never be with Marcus hit me with its full force as I lay beside him on the grass, staring at the clear sky. Soon enough, that sky would start welcoming rainclouds, and as soon as it did, I should start preparing for the day I had to say goodbye to Marcus. Suddenly, I remembered Lucas' warning: Marcus would only hurt me. Not if he could help it, I was sure, but fate would hurt me by forcing me to separate from him, for it would always be my weakness that I could never leave the place where I grew up. It seemed to be so unfair.

"Marcus," I groaned, rolling on top of him and looking him in the eyes. "Love me. I need you."

He slightly frowned, stroking my cheeks, perhaps wondering what changed my mood. Even as I smiled at him, I knew that he would see through that smile and unearth the sadness beyond.

"Please, Marcus," I pleaded, already planting kisses on his neck.

Finally, he sighed and rolled me off him so that he was the one on top. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. Inside, my heart was already breaking as I saw clearly the day I must part from him. He took off his clothes, preparing to then take off mine, but I begged him to take me right then, dressed as I was. I only wanted to feel him inside me, to reassure myself that I still had time, that he was still with me. The dread of losing him was starting to gnaw at me; I so badly wanted to fight it off so that it would not taint the moments we had left. Marcus looked somewhat baffled by my request, but my constant pleas and teasing finally weakened his resolve, and he thrust himself inside me, making love to me as lovingly and as gently as he had always done. I clung to him all the while, letting my palms roam over his body, committing to memory the way he felt, the way he smelled, the way he moved. If I had to lose him, I would at least have all these memories of him to hold on to, and maybe it would be enough to last me a lifetime.

I was silently weeping when the two of us reached our climax. Marcus, surprised, asked me if he hurt me at any point, but I only cried in his arms, assuring him that everything was all right and that I had never felt better in my life.

"Selene, what's wrong?" he still asked, shaking his head as he wiped the tears from my eyes.

I shook my head at him, too, and chuckled even as fresh tears escaped my eyes again. I held his face between my palms and pressed my lips to his. "Nothing. I just realized that nobody had ever made me feel as good as you have done, and it touched me so much I could not help but cry."

Heavens! Why did I have to lie?

"Don't cry, then," he said softly, kissing my lids as he pulled me close. "I hate to see those tears flooding from your eyes."

I chuckled again and made him look into my eyes. "I love you, Marcus."

His eyes softened and he kissed my lips passionately, murmuring, "I love you more, Selene," before once more claiming me for himself.

When I came home that evening, I knew that I was less than presentable. My dress was dirty and torn in some places, and my hair was as dishevelled as it had never been before (for there was no time for me to wash it in the river, given that Marcus and I had been making love until sunset). I knew that when Grandmother looked me up and down with raised eyebrows, she was already aware of what I had been up to that afternoon, even though she did not know who was with me. When she opened her mouth to speak, I believed that I would get the worst scolding of my life, but she only told me to change my clothes and tidy myself for dinner.

"I hope he is worth it," she said softly as I passed her on my way to my room.

I bit my lips and nodded, hiding the tears that escaped my eyes afterwards.

*****

Three days after that crazy afternoon, just a week before the first rainfall of the season came, Marcus gave me a very valuable present that I never thought I would ever receive. It was the portrait of a woman with dark, wavy hair and lightly tanned skin. Her full lips were slightly parted, and there was a look of surprise in her deep brown eyes. She wore a simple white dress that clung to her figure beautifully. The portrait only showed her from the middle of the calf up, but I could imagine that her feet were under water, and the hem of her white dress was already soaked.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Marcus said softly as he encircled my waist with his arms, hugging me from behind. "The first time I saw her, I thought she was a water nymph, but the way she reacted to my nakedness told me that, for all her godly beauty, she was all too human. I might have stopped thinking of her as an unearthly being, but I could not keep her out of my mind ever since."

"It is very beautiful," I told him quietly as I gently laid the framed portrait on the blanket. 

"Because you are," he said.

As tears streamed down my face, I held him close. "Thank you."

"No," he said, kissing my tears away. "Thank you."

I clung to him and willed myself to stop crying. Dear heavens, why did I have to let this man go?

*****

It was on that first day of the rainy season that realized just how soon I had to let him go. There was no rain yet -- just a drizzle -- but it was already an indication that the wet months were coming. Grabbing the only umbrella in our house, I made my way to the river, where Marcus, as usual, was waiting for me. As soon as I saw him, I left the safety of my umbrella and just ran forward, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms. He laughed at my eagerness and whirled me around before the two of us collapsed laughing on the grass.

He rolled on top of me and started nibbling at my lower lip while his hands roamed over my body. The tiny drops of rain on my skin, coupled with the soft blow of the wind, made me shiver, but instead of dampening it, it only succeeded on igniting my passion. Marcus started kissing me through the soaked dress I wore, but I stopped him, wrestling against him until he was the one lying beneath me.

"Let me," I said, winking at him before teasing him out of his clothes.

Starting from his face, I planted small kisses on his skin, sometimes biting him teasingly. Using my tongue, I played with his nipples, earning a throaty groan from him. From there, I kissed my way down and down still, until I could already feel his manhood bumping on my neck.




Down by the River



I am later than usual getting to the grocery store today. I see you walking out as I am walking in. "Darn!", I mutter half out loud.

You smile as you pass me and say, "You're late today."

I stop and watch as you walk toward your car... your hips sway... and that sexy skirt... "Darn!"

You put your bags into your car and drive away. I can only dream of what might have happened if I was a bit earlier. I watch as you... turn right? That's not the way you usually go. The only thing to the right is... That secluded little park down by the river. I forget all about my grocery shopping and food. I am hungry for something else. Turning right and following the winding road along the river, I cannot see your car. I turn into the park and do not see anything at first. I am about to turn around and leave when I see your car at the far end of the park half hidden by some bushes.

I park my car and look around, but do not see you. Walking down the winding path along the river, the cars and the road are soon out of sight. Coming around a bend in the path, I see you sitting on a blanket looking out over the water. There is a grassy area in the sunlight and the combination of the warm sun and a gentle breeze blowing across the water is very refreshing.

I stop next to your blanket as you get up on your knees. You don't waste any time, unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans.

"What took you so long?" you ask, then comment, "I've been waiting for.. almost two minutes."

You smile up at me as you slowly pull down my zipper. I can feel the faint vibration of the brass zipper against my rapidly swelling cock. You reach up to my hips and grab my boxers along with my jeans, pulling them down to my knees.

I'm having trouble standing with my pants around my knees and your arms wrapped around me grabbing my bare ass. I wrap my fingers in your hair and pull you toward me until your mouth is barely an inch away from my stiff cock.

I then gently push you away and your skirt flies up as you land softly on your backside. I laugh as I kick off my jeans and dive between your spread legs. I catch you by surprise as I give your pussy one long slow lick, then flick my tongue over your clit. It's your turn to wrap your fingers in my hair except you do not push me away, but pull me against you. I run my tongue along your folds, exploring your delicious pussy. You guide me with your hands, teaching me the places that please you most.

My tongue learns quickly... your grip on my hair softens and then your hands drop to your sides. I am still learning, but the reaction of your body and your moans are my teachers now. I explore your wetness with my fingers and you respond to my deep thrusts. I suck your swollen clit and flick the tip of my tongue up and down against that sensitive bundle of nerves. I then replace my fingers with my tongue and test the depths that I can reach.

Your hot pussy is dripping and your moans signal your approaching climax. I slow a bit then speed up. I reach beneath you and grab your ass as I attack your pussy with my hungry mouth. I feel your fingers in my hair again, but I am in control. I feast on your sweet juices as I continue to devour your cunt until I feel your body stiffen. Your legs squeeze my head, then spread wide as waves of pleasure crash over you and race through your body. I continue my assault until your groans are reduced to a soft whimper, then I slow and kiss your pussy gently. I move up to your side and you crawl into my arms. With your head on my shoulder, I pull the blanket over you.

You are quiet and only sound I hear is the pounding of my heart... the only thing I feel is the blood pulsing through my throbbing cock. 

I feel your soft hand circle my rigid shaft...

But that's another story.