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A Walk In The Wood

By: misspandp



Richard told Sue he was taking her for a quiet stroll in Sherwood Forest. They walked hand in hand along the well worn paths through the trees. The sun beamed through the dense foliage dappling the grass and leaves beneath their feet. After about 20 minutes they came to a small clearing which had a solitary picnic table. It was cool and shady and they decided to rest awhile. Sue sat on top of the table with her feet resting on the attached bench seat. Richard leaned forward and gently kissed her. His hands smoothed down her sides to her buttocks and he pulled her towards him, parting her legs so he could press his body against hers.

"I've always fancied doing it out of doors," he said. "How about you?"

"I don't know. Someone might see us!" she demurred.

"There's no-one around, and anyway we'd hear them coming. Come on be a devil. You know you want to!" he urged.

Then before she could refuse he covered her mouth with his and began to kiss her passionately. His hands moved back up her body to her breasts where he used his fingers to tease her nipples erect through her sheer blouse. She moaned into his mouth as he swiftly undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her pink pouting nipples. Then his fingers were replaced by his lips, and he licked, sucked and nibbled the areola of first one breast, then the other.

His hands then traveled down her legs to her ankles where he gripped them lightly widening her legs further. Light fingertips touched along the inside of her legs till they reached her skirt hem. Here they encountered buttons (convenient!) which he slowly undid one by one. As her skirt parted he caught a glimpse of flesh above stocking tops. She knew he loved to see her in stockings. He undid the skirt just enough to show the tiny red panties which were showing signs of her arousal by the damp patch covering her mound. He slid a finger beneath the edge of her pants and between her pussy lips feeling her juices running freely for him.

"You're more than ready for this aren't you? But first..."

He pulled a scarf out of his pocket and quickly tied her hands together. Then he lowered her backwards until she was lying on the table top with her legs still dangling down to the seat. Her arms were raised over her head and the scarf tethered to the seat on the other side of the table. Effectively she was made helpless, at his mercy. Had he planned this?

Richard just looked at her for a few minutes before he finished undoing the buttons on her skirt so that it fell completely open on the table beneath her. Then he hooked two fingers into her panties and carefully drew them down her legs and off leaving her pussy exposed to his gaze. She lay there, blouse open, her breasts peeping out of her bra, stockings, suspenders and a wet, glistening pussy begging for him to fill it. "You're gorgeous. You look so beautiful and sexy lying there! You're mine aren't you? MY lovely tart."

"Yes, I'm yours alone. I want you, only you. I want you now! I have to feel your cock inside me soon or I'll go crazy! Please Richard, fuck me! I need you to do it now!" she moaned while raising her hips towards him.

"God yes! I can't wait any longer!" Richard undid his trousers and quickly stepped out of them and his jockey pants. Then he knelt on the bench between her legs and slid his hands under her buttocks to raise her up. He thrust inside immediately feeling the tightness of her cunt gripping his tool.

She was so aroused that she felt the familiar contractions in her womb immediately building up to a shattering orgasm. Her legs wrapped tightly round his hips as he continued to pound into her. He could feel the muscles in her pussy rippling, drawing him in still further. His balls tightened and with a final thrust he shot his thick creamy spunk deep in her as she cried out at the peak of her orgasm.

They collapsed together breathing deeply, holding each other close in post- orgasmic bliss.

"That was incredible! You are something special!" Richard murmured.

"She certainly is!" said a strange and unfamiliar voice.

Richard and Sue looked in startled surprise to see two men standing beside a tree at the side of the clearing. They must have crept up on them. How long had they been there? Now what??

Richard carefully moved back from Sue wrapping her skirt around her to cover her nakedness.

"We'll just get dressed and then we'll get going back to our hotel." Richard said as he moved towards his clothes.

"Don't feel you have to rush off on our behalf. We were just out photographing the wildlife out here in the forest. I think I've taken some of my best photos ever today!" sniggered one man while the other grabbed hold of Richards arms and held him tightly. The first man then used some rope to bind Richs arms behind his back. They pushed him roughly against a tree and wound the rope round the trunk so he couldn't move.

"Now for some fun!"

They advanced upon Sue who was struggling wildly to free her hands but only managed to pull the knots even tighter on her wrists. Her skirt had fallen away again leaving her fully exposed to the leering eyes of the two men.

"Come on darlin'. Don't fight us. You're a sexy lady and I reckon you love being fucked!"

"Not by you! Please don't do this. Just leave us alone, please!!" Sue pleaded.

"Of course we'll leave you alone - AFTER we've had what we want!" one snarled. "Please! Don't hurt my wife!" Richard called.

"We won't, as long as you keep your mouth shut and say nothing else. Just watch her enjoy herself! And you, pretty lady can use that sexy mouth of yours for something else too."

Before Sue could protest one of the men climbed onto the table and taking his short, thick cock out of his trousers thrust it between her lips silencing her.

"Suck it, you bitch!" he growled.

She had no choice. He tasted slightly salty and she could feel herself gagging as he pushed deeply into her throat. His cock got bigger and forced her lips wider. Meanwhile the second man roughly pushed her legs apart and without pausing thrust his long hard cock into her pussy which was still full of Richards cum. He grunted as he pumped harder, faster until with a final jerk his seed mingled with Richards and ran back out down her thighs. His friend came just seconds later making Sue swallow his cum. A tear trickled out the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek.

She turned her head to look at Richard. How could he want her after this? How could he love her? She was shocked to discover that Richard had a huge erection and was gazing lustfully at her. He mouthed at her "I love you my tart. I want you so much!" She smiled at him. Thank God! He still loved her!

The two men tidied their clothing then walked over to Richard and untied him.

"You're a very lucky man to have such a tight cunt to fuck every night. Thanks for sharing her mate."

Then they shook hands with him and walked away talking about foxes, birds and other wild animals, as if nothing happened!

Richard quickly went to Sue, released her hands and hugged her tightly. "Are you alright sweetheart?" he asked her gently.

"I am now you're holding me again." she whispered. "I'm sorry. I couldn't stop them!"

" I know, it's not your fault darling. You are so beautiful. I can't help it. I've just got to have you again!"

He sat on the bench and slowly brought her down onto his rigid cock until he was buried up to the hilt inside her. He gently rocked her back and forth tantalising her until she began to moan and writhe. Then he wrapped her legs round his waist and lowered her to the lush green grass and fucked her senseless!! She lay there after totally wanton and spent looking at him with total trust and love.

"I do love you, so much. I'm so glad you still want me after what just happened." she murmured.

He thought it wise not to tell her about meeting the guys earlier in the bar, and he couldn't wait to get the film they'd taken developed, which was passed to him when they shook hands. Maybe he'd show them to her - one day?

A "Walk" in the Woods



We've decided to go for a walk in the woods. I drive us there in the Jeep and we stop deep in the forest on the edge of a field. All alone. I get out before you, and when you step out of the Jeep, you feel my arm encircle you from behind. My hand gripping your shirt, I tear it open, sending buttons flying. Now you know I'm not really interested in "walking". 

My hand inside the remnants of your shirt, I squeeze your braless breasts HARD, and pinch your nipples, biting your neck. You hear the sound of my pocketknife opening. Then you feel the cold, sharp edge of the blade sliding up the side of your leg and under the extremely short skirt you wore to torture me. You feel your thong let loose as I cut through the thin strings holding it against your treasures. There's a slight pull. You feel it sliding enticingly across your pussy lips as I tug it free of your body. You moan at the pleasure. But it doesn't last. I grab your wrists, bringing your arms firmly behind your back. Using your shredded underwear, I bind your hands, putting you COMPLETELY in my control. 

You're still facing the Jeep. I push you forward at the waist until your breasts flatten against the warm hood. I push my leg between yours forcing your knees apart. Gripping your wrists with one hand, I place my hard thick cock in your hands. Using my other hand, I push your skirt up over your tan, perfect ass. Then I grab your hair, pulling your head and body back until my cock touches your hot, wet pussy lips. You can feel the head as it nudges at your opening, getting slick with your juices. But I don't put it in you. Instead I make you TELL me you want it. Beg. 

When you do, and I'm satisfied you mean it, I shove it in you HARD. ALL the way. RAMMING my hips against your ass, and my cock into your pussy. I fuck you HARD for several minutes, worrying only about my pleasure as I piston my dick in and out. With my hand around your waist, I am fingering your clit bringing you closer and closer to climax, but not really caring yet if you get there. 

Then without warning, I withdraw from you, causing you to cry out, and begging me not to stop. Grabbing your wrists, I spin you around and force you to your knees. Looking down at you, I push my cock into your mouth, watching as you suck your juices from it, tasting your own pussy. With your red-lipsticked lips completely surrounding my cock, I pump it in and out of your mouth, feeling the suction as I build to orgasm. When I can't stand it any more, I tell you I'm going to cum, but my orgasm lets loose in your mouth before I can pull my cock out. 

You swallow quickly gulping my cum, and then look up at me wanting more. But I step back letting jet after jet of my jizz hit your face, your chest, and your belly. As my orgasm ends, I look down at you, letting you know we're not done and bringing you to your feet. 

Looking into your eyes, I TELL you, I'm going have your ass now. All you can do is whisper a quiet "yes..." as you turn your back to me, lean against the Jeep, and push your ass submissivley toward my cock. Using my cum and your spit as lubrication, I push the full of my cock into your ass until my balls rest against your swollen, well fucked pussy. After you've adjusted to the intrusion, I begin slowly easing my dick in and out of the tight confines of your ass. It's the tightest, most intense, and sensual feeling ever. You and I are both lost in the pleasure. 

Like I did before, I reach my hand between your legs to finger your clit. I'm trying desperately now to see that you get your orgasm. Just as your climax hits, you feel my body tense up and I release my load deep inside your ass. We both shake, shivering with the intensity our pleasure. Completely exhausted now, and no longer able to stand, we fall slowly to the ground. My cock still inside you and our bodies touching, we lay in the warm sun thinking how much better that was than some stupid walk!! And just as we drift off for a short nap, I whisper, "See? I TOLD you I could 'take charge'!" 



A Walk In The Woods



Late Friday afternoon, after a nice meal unfortunately taken alone, I decided to take a walk in the woods behind my house. The pine needles were crisp and crackled under foot as I walked along. It was early evening and the sun was still quite high in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Going deeper into the woods, I got past the pines and into a thick patch of oaks and sweetgum trees. They were dense enough to retard the undergrowth. I had never ventured through these woods before, but I consider myself experienced in the outdoors enough to not get lost. 

I was following what appeared to be a rather well used path. It was sandy, with very few weeds or grass growing in it. It had two clear ruts forming the main pathway, with an occasional small clearing on one side or the other. Further into the woods, the trees thinned out, and there was more undergrowth around the trees. Past the undergrowth, I could see that there were occasional clearings just off the path. The woods weren't real hilly, having only a few small rises, just enough to give a nice panoramic view from the clearings. Up ahead, I saw a larger clearing off to the left, just a small distance from the path, but far enough that it wouldn't be seen from right next to it. A small flock of birds flew up in frenzy from the far edge, as if startled by something approaching. 

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, and wanting to see across the small valley, I decided to cut through the underbrush and explore the clearing. The thought that it might have been a wild animal that startled the birds never occurred to me. Just short of the clearing, there was a denser pocket of trees with no undergrowth. I cut across toward the clearing. As I neared the clearing, I heard the distinct rustle of something moving across the bed of leaves not too far in front of me. Curious, I started walking in the direction of the sounds. As I neared the edge of the clearing, the sounds stopped. I froze in my tracks and listened intently. After a few seconds, I heard someone faintly humming. I carefully approached the sound, being careful to be as silent as possible. The clearing turned out to be a dried up lake. Along the edge were some medium to large rocks, so neatly arranged that I wondered if they had been deliberately placed there. Not ten feet in front of me sat the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Slim with a slightly round tummy and pear shaped hips, she appeared to be about five feet tall. She was sitting on the second rock with her feet propped up on the first rock, which was slightly smaller. 

I quietly crept closer, holding my breath, hoping that I wouldn't make any noise. When I was about three feet from her and right behind the last row of trees, I knelt down to watch. She had pulled her shoes off, and was now taking her jeans off. She didn't have any panties on. She neatly folded her jeans and put them on top of her shoes on the smaller rock. She then climbed up to the top of the larger rock, turned straight toward me and put her feet almost right beside her hips. Her legs were spread wide, giving a clear view of her crotch. She reached down and rubbed her vaginal lips, parting them. Then she put her hands next to her feet and leaned over looking into her crotch. Her hips tightened slightly, and she started peeing. At first all she got out was a small trickle, but it soon grew into a flood, shooting completely off the rock. 

She reached down with her left hand and let her stream spray across her palm and through her fingers. She stopped humming and started talking softly, as if carrying on a conversation with her crotch. I thought ‘only men talked to their privates', as I boldly crept a little closer. She was calling her crotch her beauty spot, and telling it that she wished there was a man there to watch. As her stream grew in intensity, I boldly spoke out that I would love to get closer and watch, or even help. Se stopped peeing, and looked around, asking who was there. I simply said that it was I, and I didn't mean to interrupt her relief.

She told me to come on out, since I had already been watching. I stood up and walked right up to her. Her nipples were sticking out about an inch, making two neat little tents in the front of her sweatshirt. I told her that my name was Jim, and that this was my first walk in these woods. She said her name was Mary, and that she lived about a mile away on the other side of the woods, and walked through them almost every day. I asked her if she always came to this clearing and peed, and she said that she not only came here nearly every day, that on Saturdays, she came here early in the morning and sunbathed totally naked. 

She looked back down at her crotch and started peeing again. Without looking up, she asked me if I thought that watching a woman pee was a pretty sight. I said that this was my first time ever seeing it, but yes I thought that is was real pretty. She asked me if I dated much, and I told her that I didn't have much luck with women, and hadn't dated for a few years. 

Mary asked me to take off my clothes. She stopped peeing, and it didn't look like she was finished, It looked more like she stopped again. As I put my clothes with hers on the other rock, I casually said that I thought that women couldn't start and stop peeing. She said that she used it as an exercise to strengthen her muscles, which she had read about it in a book. 

She had me stand directly in front of her and told me to watch close. Then she asked me if she could pee all over me. I said that I had never done that, but it sounded like fun to go ahead. She slid he left hand down to her crotch and pulled the top of the slit up toward her belly button. As she started peeing again, instead of hitting the rock, it shot straight out and splashed on my chest. As her stream gained intensity, she wiggled her finger so that her stream played across my chest. She relaxed her tugging slightly and let her stream wend its way down my chest to my cock. I instantly grew rock hard. She giggled and said that she needed to quit that, because I wouldn't be able to pee for her while I was stiff. 

Wondering how she knew so much about men, I asked her if she was married. She told me that she had recently divorced, after her husband spent a two-week vacation in Los Angeles with a teen-aged girl, while supposedly on a business trip. A friend of hers was there on vacation after her divorce, and happened to end up in the same hotel. She followed him to his room and took pictures of them coming and going. One night he had failed to get the door closed, and she got pictures of them naked, petting in front of a fake fireplace. He was sucking or her nipples and she managed to get a clear picture of his face when she raised her arm up. She had the papers filed taking everything away from him except the house note and credit card bills by the time he got back. It was over before he even realized how she caught him. In court, he tried to claim that the pictures were faked, saying that she was too dumb to manage to take them. When she called her friend to testify, he quickly dropped his fight and agreed to everything. 

As she quit peeing and sat down on the rock, she beckoned me closer. She put her arms around me and asked me to pull her sweatshirt off so that her nipples could enjoy the warm sun before it faded. As I slid the shirt up to her shoulders, two pert C sized breasts popped out, having been freed from the only thing holding them captive. Mary smiled at me and said that she hated underwear, and really she hated clothes also, preferring to go naked as much as possible. 

I asked her if I could feel her nipples, and she said that she hoped that I would. I gently ran my hands across her breasts. As my fingers touched her nipples, they swelled up even more, getting puffy and firm. The contrast between the soft silky breast and firm puffy nipple was driving me crazy with desire. Mary pulled my hands off and put them on her hips. At first, I thought that maybe I had angered her, or touched more than I should have. My fears were quickly alleviated when she took her right breast and offered it to me, pulling me into it with her other hand. She wrapped her legs around me and hoarsely whispered for me to enjoy eating her nipple. I hungrily lapped and sucked on it until my jaw hurt. 

She slid down off of the rock and retrieved a knapsack from behind the rock. Out of it came two cold sodas. She handed me one and proceeded to drink the other. It'll make us have to pee more, she said as she quickly finished hers. I downed mine as fast as I could. She stepped behind me and pressed her chest into my back. The warm softness of her breasts against my back was so refreshing that I forgot everything else. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and asked me to pick up her knapsack and put it on top of our clothes. AS soon as I set it down, she took my cock in her hands and said that she wanted to aim it while I peed. I already had to go when I started into the clearing, and the soda had worked its magic on my bladder. It felt like it was about to burst. I asked her where should I aim, and she said that she would take care of the aiming, all I had to do was just let her see me pee. She also said that she wanted a lot of pee. As I started peeing, she twisted my cock around and wrote her name in the sand by the rock. Then she squeezed it 'til I couldn't pee, and asked me to hold it for a minute. She let go of me, and sat down, leaning back against the rock. She told me to try to hit both nipples and her crotch at least twice before I ran out of pee. I managed two loops around her, and a third pass on her nipples before it slowed to a dribble. 

Mary leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, and started to rub her crotch furiously. As she built up to an orgasm she hoarsely said that she always tried to orgasm after she peed. After she orgasmed, I sat down beside her and asked her if she wanted to pee on me some more, that it was actually fun. She got an excited look in her hazel eyes, and practically jumped up. She got over me and bent her legs slightly. She told me to hold her lips open, and as soon as I touched them, she started a stream of pee twice as strong as before. She sprayed all over my chest and worked her way down to my cock. As soon as her pee started splashing all over my cock, it grew rock hard again. I looked up and she was smiling, watching her stream play all over me. She had that slightly glazed look in her eyes again. 

I reached up and let her pee spray on my hand, making it splash all over me. She giggled and somehow strengthened her stream. This woman can pee a river, I thought to myself. As her stream weakened, she lowered herself down and slid my cock up inside of her. She was still peeing a little, letting it run down around my cock and scrotum. When her stream dried up, she put her hands on my shoulders and started sliding up and down my cock. She grinned and said not to worry, she was on the every three-month shot. She wanted pleasure, not babies. Almost instantly, I orgasmed harder than I ever had. Granted, most of my orgasms were from solo sex, and precious few from having the pleasure of sex with a woman, I had once or twice had sex with a woman. Never had I had so much fun with a woman, nor had I ever orgasmed so hard and long. Mary collapsed down on me, pressing her nipples into my chest. She wiggled from side to side, starting another erection. She smiled at me and told me that she not only loved feeling my cock inside of her, she liked feeling it grow inside of her. 

After a few minutes, she got up and asked me if I would help her get dressed. Fearing that our fun was over and I'd never see her again, I slowly got up and started dressing her. To make it last, I asked her to sit on the rock and let me completely dress her, not just help. She smiled and agreed, saying that it sounded like fun.

As soon as I was dressed, she pulled me into her and kissed me. Her tongue pried my lips wide open and explored my mouth, searching for my tongue. As soon as she found it, she started tapping the tip of my tongue with the tip of hers. She let go, and asked me if it excited me. I put her hand on my crotch, and presented her with a very stiff cock. I told her that I had more fun and pleasure today than I had ever had in my life. She said that if I enjoyed it so much, why didn't I go home and spend the night with her, and come back to sunbathe with her in the morning. I quickly agreed. As we headed out of the clearing and got back to the path, we noticed that the sun had set. The moon was nearly full lighting the pathway clearly. There was enough light to make clear shadows of two happy and very excited people walking down the path. 

Mary said that there never was anyone else out this late and suggested that we strip and walk home naked. I readily agreed and started to take my clothes off. She stopped me and said that I was supposed to undress her and she would undress me. I let go of my shirt, and let her pull my clothes off. She had convinced me to leave my underwear off earlier, so all I had on was my pants and shirt. As soon as she finished, I slowly slid her blouse off, enjoying the moonlight softly lighting up her breasts. I knelt in front of her and slid her jeans off, kissing the front of her crotch as soon as it appeared over the jeans. She said that I would have to repeat that as soon as we were inside, that she had never had that done to her. I said gladly, and slipped my tongue all the way into her crotch. She moaned and told me to hurry up so that we could get home fast. She was trembling slightly. I held her close, and massaged her back until she managed to calm down slightly. 

As we approached the edge of the woods, I could see three houses. Two had lights showing in some windows, the middle one was dark, except for the front porch light. Mary said that if we went in the back door, nobody would see us. We cut across the first lawn, still totally naked; Mary laughed and said that it would be funny if the old coot that lived there happened to look out as they walked across his back yard. She called him a lecherous old nut, saying that she had caught him trying to peek in her windows a couple of times. We cut across her back yard and went in her back door. She went straight to her refrigerator and got out two more sodas. She laughed and said they were to prime our pumps. She sat them on the coffee table and neatly hung our clothes in her hall closet. 

I looked around and took in a fantastic view. Not a speck of untidiness could be seen anywhere. Everything was perfectly neat and clean. I didn't even see any dirty dishes or glasses in her sink as we went by. Even the pleats in her curtains were evenly spaced. Her carpet was soft to walk on. It squished down under his feet as he walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. She slipped her arm around his neck and said that since she had divorced, it seemed like men thought she was off limits or something. She couldn't get any to come around. She had tried flirting, and even once boldly asking, but no results. She laid her head over on my shoulder and said that she was so desperate that she had decided that the first man she got close to, was going in her bed, one way or another,

I asked her if she had tried solo sex, since she was having trouble getting a partner, and she said that she did two or three times a day, but it just wasn't as good as having a man inside of her. She admitted that she loved sex, and she was beginning to think that she wasn't going to be able to get any more. I assured her that she could have sex with me anytime that she wanted. She gave me a big hug, deliberately dragging her nipples across my arm. Mary leaned forward and grabbed the sodas and popped them open. She handed me one and started drinking the other one.

Mary asked me how I learned about kissing a woman's crotch. I told her that I had some men's magazines, and they had pictures of men and women licking and kissing women's crotches. One even had an article telling how to best satisfy a woman, being careful to not cause pain. She spread her legs and put one behind me on the couch. Her crotch was now wide open and aimed directly at me. She asked me if I thought it was pretty enough to lick like the people did in my magazines. Staring at a thick mound of jet-black curly pubic hair made my cock rock hard. I wanted so much to run my fingers through it, feeling those curls waft through my fingers. Getting braver than I had ever been, I told her that I had learned a lot of things to please women, that I just never had the opportunity to try them. She leaned back and said that I could try all of them on her as long as they didn't involve pain. 

I turned towards her and started running my fingers through that beautiful pubic hair. I told her that causing pain didn't bring pleasure to either person, there was no need or use for it. I would rather feel her getting excited and orgasming than listen to her cry out in pain. As I gently tugged on a handful of her pubic hair, she grinned and slid a finger deep inside of her crotch. She wiggled it around ant brought it up to her nose. She smiled and said that it smelled good, having both of our love juices on it. She licked it clean and sat up enough to get her soda without blocking my access to he crotch. As she leaned back on the arm of the sofa and sipped her soda, I changed from using my hand to running my tongue the full length of her crotch opening. I parted her lips with my tongue, finding the little opening for her pee to spray from. I wiggled my tongue across it, noticing that she had set her soda down and was trembling. She had her breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples and moaning. She looked down and begged me not to stop. I went back to her crotch, this time concentrating on he clitoris. I nibbled and sucked on it until it was pink and firm. I backed up to look at it and was totally surprised at what I saw. Her clitoris was bigger around than a pencil, and now had a pink bump sticking out of the end. It had also grown nearly an inch. I slid my hands under her hips and gave them a squeeze as I returned my hungry lips to her clitoris. I licked and sucked it until she started screaming. I quickly quit and asked her if I was hurting her. She said no, please go back to it because she was about to have the best orgasm she'd ever had. I went back to sucking on it, feeling her push up hard against me, and orgasming.

In her building up to an orgasm, Mary had squirmed around to where both of her legs were up on the couch. I laid my head down on her thigh so that my face was only inches from her pubic hair. I lightly ran my finger through it, pushing it up to my chin reveling in how it felt as it dragged across me. She reached down and put her hand on my cheek, and said that she had to go pee, would I take her and let her pee on me again. I jumped up and told her that I'd love for her to pee on me again, that she could any time she wanted to. She stood up into my arms and gave me another passionate kiss, complete with meeting tongues. As we kissed, she wiggled from side to side so that her nipples would harden and press into my chest. She asked me if it felt good, and I told her that it was one of the best feelings that I knew of. 

We went into her bathroom, and stepped into her tub. She had me sit down, and she squatted over my chest and let a solid stream of pee slam into my chest. She squirmed around so that it hit every part of me, including my cock. As soon as she started peeing, my cock got hard. She looked down at it and said that we needed to get into bed soon so that I could get it inside of her before it went soft again. I assured her that she was so beautiful that I wouldn't have any trouble making it hard enough to get it inside of her. 




A Walk In The Woods



She smiled and said that ‘it' going inside of her was exactly what she wanted. I reached up and ran my fingers all over her crotch as she finished peeing. Feeling her warm pee run down my arms was enough to make sure that my cock stayed hard all night. We went back to the couch, and she ducked her head and whispered that there was something she had always wanted to do, but never got the courage to try. I looked down at her auburn hair and soft satiny cheek, and thought to myself, here's a woman that will go out into the woods to get naked, loved running around her house naked, sunbathes naked, loves to play with watersports, was willing to impale herself on my erect cock the first time she ever saw me, and now was saying that there was something that she was hesitant to try? I asked her what it was and she made me promise not to laugh, and to tell her if I thought it was too gross to try. I agreed, and she said that she had often wondered what it would be like to take a man's cock in her mouth and suck on it. I told her that it was called oral sex, and men loved it, but I had never been lucky enough to have a woman do it to me.

She slid down to the floor and gingerly took my cock into her mouth. She was so gentle that I was afraid that I was going to orgasm as soon as she put her lips around it. She started sucking on it, and then tried sliding her mouth up and down it while she sucked. When it hit the back of her throat, I almost orgasmed. She started sucking harder, and I stopped her, saying that I couldn't hold back any longer. She frowned at me and told me not to hold back, that my orgasm was what she wanted to taste. I guided her back onto my cock, and as soon as she gave a deep suck, I orgasmed. Mary gulped and gulped, swallowing almost every drop. My cock popped out of her mouth, and she started grinning. She reached up and took my cock in both hands and licked it clean. She looked up at me and said that it was the best thing she had ever felt that now she understood what I meant about enjoying someone else's orgasm. 

Mary got up and disappeared into her utility room. She came out with a huge thick blanket. I had finished my soda and was about to die to go pee. She spread the blanket out in front of me, pushing the coffee table across the room. She stretched out on it and grabbed a small camera from next to her. She asked me to spray my pee all over her and let her take pictures of my cock spraying. By then, I couldn't wait to go pee, so I started spraying pee all over the blanket. She started snapping pictures as fast as her flash would allow. As I finished, she asked me to get on the floor and take some of her peeing at me. As she started peeing, she asked me if I had a computer. When I said yes, she said that she would copy the pictures over onto a CD, and give me a copy. She said that she would give me copies of her other pictures of her and her sister peeing and making out. I asked her if her sister would object to my having them, and she said no, that her sister was quite an exhibitionist, and wanted everyone that wanted her pictures to have them. She even has a web site with her naked and peeing pictures on it. 

When she finished, we went into her study and copied the pictures onto her computer. She showed me some of the pictures of her sister. I told her that her sister was pretty, but not quite as beautiful as she was. She grinned at me and said that I could enjoy her beauty any time that I wanted to. 

We spent the night making love, petting, and cuddling up against each other. The next morning, she dressed in short shorts with no underwear, and I put on my pants with no underwear and a sweatshirt of hers. It felt decadently fun to be wearing her clothes, and I imagined what the picture on the front of the shirt looked like with her full nipples poking out. We quickly hiked to the clearing and stripped. We spread a blanket down and stretched out on it, holding each other close. We dozed for a little while since we had gotten little sleep the night before. Around noon, we sat up and ate a picnic lunch. We finished our picnic by taking turns peeing all over each other and laughing.

The sun was starting to get hot, so we moved into the shade for a little while and curled up in each other's arms. Mary turned sideways to me and put her head in my lap and was playing with my cock. She said that her husband wouldn't let her play any games like that, and was only in plain missionary sex with the lights out. She said that she had so much sexual energy stored up inside that she was afraid that she was going to explode all over everywhere. I told her that I understood fully, since I had little luck in finding a partner. I told her that normally I was too bashful around women to suggest anything, and the idea of trying a come-on line was repulsive. That apparently no woman was attracted to me, so there was no need to try trickery. She rolled over so that her face was almost against my belly and said that she was attracted to me and that not only could I be totally frank with her, I could ask her for anything. 

Feeling light-headed and somewhat brave from the warm wine that we had with lunch, I brazenly asked her if I could move in with her so that we could run around naked together. I fully expected to hear her say no. Her house was in the more upscale part of town, and I had always lived in the lower class neighborhood. I was totally surprised when she said that she had been trying all morning to figure out a way to ask me to move in with her, since she had never had so much fun with anyone, and didn't want to give it up. We moved back into the evening sun and watch the sunset from the highest rock we could climb, wrapped in each other's arms. 

Sunday morning we went to town in her limousine, and rented a truck. We had brunch at an outdoor café, then went to my house and loaded up all of my belongings. Monday morning I put my house up for sale, and had my telephone moved to her study, putting it in both names. Her sister Kate came over to celebrate with us. While we ate supper, Mary told her how we met, and that she had given me the pictures of her. She said that she looked forward to a live performance real soon. For now, Mary and I are busy keeping each other happy and satisfied, but we promised Kate that soon she would be invited to join us on a Saturday picnic.



A Walk in the Woods



Men, she had found, were very easy to control. She smiled to herself and thought that maybe 'control' wasn't such a fair word to use, but 'influence' might be a better one. There, men were very easy to influence. Now she smiled widely and chuckled softly out loud. "Ah...influence, and my dear, the secret to 'influencing' a man is subtlety. The art is making him think it was his idea..." She smiled again as she reached forward to adjust the volume on the radio and thought of her latest 'project.'

He was a coworker, and a number of years younger than her, not that that had ever stopped her before, hadn't she just a few months ago started on someone even younger than Him? (And had her friends call her a cradle-robber? Really, what is ten years in the scheme of things?) She sighed as she thought of that failed project, tall, beautiful hair, well muscled, but a little too dim in the brain department for making her seduction worthwhile. She clicked her fingernails on the steering wheel, "The other part is making sure you pick someone who might be at least a little bit of a challenge or at least enough of an intellectual equal to feel like you're taking them down a notch." She never liked it when they caved too fast, the cat and mouse aspect was fun, them thinking they were the cat, hunting her as prey, while in actuality it was her hunting them.

She looked up in time to notice her exit and pulled off the interstate and made the turn toward the park. As she drove past the parking areas she was relieved to see that although it was a nice sunny day, by the number, or lack of, cars in the parking lots there didn't seem to be too many others out at the park. She drove to the last parking area furthest down the road and pulled into a spot a few spaces down from a large newish SUV. She looked over the vehicle and decided that it probably belonged to a nice family unit from the city out for a picnic and a easy day-hike, so if she kept her eyes and ears open, she shouldn't run into them. "Good," she thought as she slung her daypack over one shoulder and looked down to make sure her shoes were tied tightly.

She started down the path into the woods, where the trail divided she took the fainter one, figuring the city family would stay on the well-worn paths. Further back where the pine trees and spruces formed a shady canopy with little undergrowth, she angled uphill on a deer trail toward a large pink granite outcrop that poked above the tree tops. Scrambling to the top, she sat at the highest point with her keens drawn up to her shoulders and looked around below her, scanning the woods for signs of other hikers. 

Not seeing any, she smiled and untied her shoes and peeled off her socks, careful to stuff them in her shoes. She wiggled her toes and leaned back on her hands for a moment, stretching her neck to the sun and sighing with pleasure. She loved getting out and away from other people like this. Sitting forward she reached for the hem of her tank top and peeled it off, then reached back to undo her bra and let it slide off. She sighed as she felt the sun on her exposed breasts, and could feel her nipples pucker from the freedom to open air. She knew she would probably be a little wet before she even finished stripping. Thinking she wished He was here to help share in this beautiful day she stood up and pulled off her shorts and panties in one motion. She closed her eyes and held her arms out away from her sides, letting nature caress her naked body. She could feel a slight cooling between her legs as the breeze tickled the dampness found there. She laughed to herself thinking what an eyeful the city family would get if they happened to see her now. A little shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to her skin at the thought of being discovered.

After making a neat pile of her discarded clothing, she took a soft fleece blanket out of the day pack and spread it over the rocks and laid down on it with her knees bent and legs spread open. She reached down to rub her clit for a moment wondering what it would be like to be taken right here by Him, or by some unknown hiker. She could feel the muscles in her well clench at the thought. But she didn't come here for stray fantasies, she thought, time to get back to the project at hand and decide the next move.

She had been pleased with her choice of project. He had been a little easier to influence with small talk, and sighs of understanding when talking about not meeting someone one could talk to, than she had thought he would be. She had been surprised to learn that most men were looking for someone they could connect to and talk to, all she had initially thought men wanted was a nice pair of tits and a hot little ass. And she was a little surprised to find out that he wasn't as experienced as she thought he would be either, she smiled, almost untouched goods, even better. There was nothing like a man that could be trained, and made to open his fantasies and desires to you. Still rubbing her clit, she could feel herself get wetter at the thought of the control she could gain of Him from the sharing of His fantasies.

Influence wasn't only about subtlety, but also about the ability to read who you were playing with. She had learned easily that the root of influence was knowing your opponent, it helped that she was generally good about keeping back, and letting someone else tell her more about themselves than they knew or intended. It was not only about hearing what someone was saying, but how they said it, what they didn't say, and body language. He wasn't so easy to read, she was still learning Him, but slower than she wanted. He was good about keeping His inner self veiled. But she smiled, wasn't that the point of a project? Getting someone to open up, spill their entire being to you, so you could use it and shape it as you wanted?

She started pinching and rolling her left nipple with her fingers as she thought of His nipples. Flat hard little man-nipples nestled in a pelt of soft hair. She tensed as she decided He was going to get his nipples pierced, round hoops of gold. She dipped her fingers into her wetness and rubbed it around her shaved lips as she decided what she'd do with him after the piercing. She had never met a man before who could be so overwhelmed by rough attention to his nipples, there was something almost feminine about it. She loved the look of dazed desire that overcame him while she was pinching, sucking and biting his nipples to the point they almost bled. She also knew that His complaints the next day about their being sensitive was just show, she could she the secret delight in His eyes.

She couldn't wait for the control that giving Him what he wanted would give her over Him. Subtle influence, though pleasure, or in His case through pain, was one way to gain control. She smiled and arched her back as she dipped two fingers into her hole, hardly able to contain herself at the thought of His pierced nipples, a chain running through the rings, tied over the dining room table to his ankles and a candle flame to warm his balls ask she sucked on Him and made Him wither and strain.

She also started to think of the emotional and metal connection she had to continue to influence him with. It was easier to influence someone when you yourself were a chameleon, able to change yourself to the wants and desire of someone else so it seemed like you were a perfect match with them. But the key was knowing enough of who you were that you never actually became the 'other' you were projecting. She thought to herself, it's a lot like acting, maybe I should open a school 'How to influence and gain control of others.' 

She started pulling and pinching her clit as she thought of one particular scene. She knew enough about Him that He was the outdoorsy type, and as she was describing this cologne that used to drive her wild she had said it reminded her of flannel shirts, canoes and pine trees, when she heard Him breathe "Oh my god that's so romantic, I never thought I'd hear a girl say something like that," she had smiled hugely into the phone and purred. It was all about making them think there was a connection between the two of you, and that had been so easy. Is this lying she wondered? Not really, the best connections and control come when there is truth behind what you say, it's just all about keeping your true self and feelings out of it, while getting the other person to hand you theirs.

She reached into the daypack and took out the large purple phallus shaped vibrator she had brought along. She turned it onto high and gasped aloud as she held it firmly against her clit. She laughed and admonished herself to be quieter, sound carries when you're at the top of a hill. Rubbing the head of the phallus into her dripping hole she lubed it up with her own wetness and spread her legs even wider so it would be easier to push home. Slowly sliding it in she recalled the other night as she had mounted Him and her excitement grew, it was amazing how wet she could get just thinking about Him. 

Holding the vibrator in her and pushing it deeper so it throbbed against her cervix she sighed as she thought of His penis. A perfect length and thickness, and so rock hard she swore He could drive a nail into a two by four with it. It had felt wonderful as she had gotten on top of Him, dripping juices down the inside of her thighs, and whispered "May I?" into his ear. Without waiting for consent she had slid Him home inside of her sopping wet pussy and twisted his nipples hard as she ground her pelvis into his thighs. He had gasped and whispered, "Oh yes, please," and his penis had throbbed and bucked against her inner walls. It hadn't taken him very long to reach his peak, mere seconds actually, and she smiled as she thought of the willing whimper he had given when she had said, "You've cum, now you have to make me cum." 

Pulling the phallus out slowly, so the large head stretched her opening, she shoved it roughly back in as she began to knead her breast with strong fingers. Oh god, how she wanted Him here with her, bending her over a rock and taking her roughly from behind while pulling her hair or giving her ass a good spanking. She wondered how long it might take to get him to shed that veneer of civility so that it might actually happen. She knew He wanted it, she could tell there was that same bit of darkness in Him that would be prone to rough play, the other night was a good example, now it was all about making him open to that side of himself, and getting Him to ask if it was okay to do it.

She continued pushing the phallus in and out of her pussy and began to think of the nipple piercings. She started to work her clit furiously with her other hand. As far as she was concerned it was only a mater of getting to the parlor to have it done, and she knew if she described how much she'd like it and what she'd do with him when it was done, there wouldn't be a discussion of it NOT being done. She started gasping as she could feel her muscles clamping down on the vibrating phallus shoved inside of her. As she came, dripping juices onto the blanket beneath her, and shuddering into the open air, all she could think of was His pierced nipples and flicking the hoops hidden under His shirt while they were both at the office. The thought of another coworker seeing His expression of desire at the office had been too much for her to handle. The idea of getting caught was so delicious.

She lay there gasping, feeling the last spasms of her orgasm and looked down at the shaft of the phallus rocking in tempo with her muscle contractions. Her vagina walls clamped down hard against the phallus as she pulled it out, making it slightly difficult and uncomfortable. As it popped free she spread her arms and legs starfish wide to the sun and breeze, sighing and smiling. This always felt so good! 

She took out a bottle of water and granola bar and munched on those as she packed away the blanket and phallus. Sitting on the rock outcrop naked, surveying the woods below her, she thought that maybe a surprise visit to his hotel while he was out of town on work is just what was needed. She of course would let him know she was coming, (it was never good manners to fully surprise someone in a situation like that). The anticipation of her arrival would drive him wild. She laughed, thinking if she told him tonight, he'd probably be rock hard all week. And wouldn't he think it was neat that she'd do something like that?

Hearing some voices drifting up from the woods below her she slowly stood and got dressed. She was in no hurry to clothe her nakedness, who cares if someone saw? But figuring it was probably the city family, she thought prudence was probably best in this situation. After she was finished getting dressed, and had made sure her shoelaces were tied tightly, she slung the daypack over her shoulders and headed back down the outcrop toward the parking area. 

She arrived just as the owners of the SUV were getting the kids and dog settled in for the ride home. She giggled as she thought, I read that one right! She walked past just as the father had straightened and made to close the back door. She looked him over suggestively after she saw he had noticed her, and smiled after licking her lips slowly. She blew him a tiny kiss after she saw him start and his eyes widen and walked back to her car chuckling to herself. Maybe after she tired of this project she'd try her hand at an older more settled man... 



A Walk in the Woods



It was HOT! The weather I mean. We had had 3 straight weeks of temps in the 90's and I was sick of it. It was a Saturday and like most I was at work for the morning putting in my obligatory half day with no pay. It wasn't too bad. I would arrive early around 7AM and stay till 11AM to satisfy the boss with my dedication and leave before he got there and before the customers started really arriving. Everybody accepted this as my schedule and nobody bitched too much because they all knew I arrived early to get the field crews out and assigned before the lazy assed salespeople were even out of bed. Then I would get out meet my girlfriend for an afternoon and my wife thought I was at work. Even if she tried to call the office they would tell her I left and I would tell her I was in the field at a jobsite. If she really needed me she would page me. She knew better than to call my cell phone unless someone was dying. I just didn't allow it.

So barring emergencies, I would be free to spend the afternoon with my girlfriend / best friend. We would often meet for a golf game this time of year sometimes just shopping or driving around the area pretending to be tourists or whatever we felt like. Today we were supposed to play golf meet at the clubhouse at 11:30, light lunch, 9 holes and then maybe another quick hole, but not golf.

I got to the clubhouse a little early and found the bar was open even though it was before the usual lunchtime opening. I ordered a cold draft, because of the heat. It was 93 F and not even noon yet and the humidity was high. Combine the high temp and high humidity and it can only be described as oppressive.

I was on my second beer when Tracy arrived and joined me. Damn she looked good in her shorts and light tanktop, thin spaghetti straps and thin material and no bra. She didn't really need one as she was not all that big, "B" cup, but in the air conditioned clubhouse her nipples came to immediate attention.

Neither of us felt like Tee'ing off yet so we ordered a light lunch and another beer and talked. Mostly what we talked about was how damn hot it was and it turned out neither of us really wanted to be on the links in this weather. The discussion centered on what to do instead. We both decided a swim would be perfect but neither of us had suits with us. 

Then I had a brain storm. Just down the road from the Golf course was some state owned land with a couple of access roads running throughout it. You couldn't drive the roads as they had them gated and locked but you were allowed to hike in and once you got past the gates it was heavy forest land. Strolling through the shade might be nice, besides who knows what might develop in the wilds.

So we bought a couple of bottles of water and headed down the road, pulled into the parking area and found we were the only cars around. Down the trail we went. About a half mile along the access road a trail led off to the right and down the hill so feeling adventurous we started down the trail, after about 10 minutes I heard water rushing over rocks and followed the sound to a clearing beside a stream.

It was a beautiful little clearing and easily 10 degrees cooler than the top of the hill between the large Hemlocks shadowing the area and the cold mountain stream flowing over the rocks it brought the air temperature down or at least made it see cooler. It was obvious we weren't the first people here as there were a couple of piles of old charcoal left from campfires and the usual scattering of a few beer cans. The area apparently was used by kids out sneaking a beer.

We were drawn to the stream by the promise of cool water. A fast moving good sized stream flowing over an exposed rock shelf and ending about 20 yards downstream in a small waterfall and a large crystal clear pool. 

Well we looked at each other and decided a walk down to the top of the falls was needed. Off came the shoes and socks and into the water we waded. God it felt good the cold water running over our feet and legs we walked in the knee deep water to the top of the falls and out onto the rock shelf that overlooked the water about 4 feet below. Now the rock was out in the sun and was warm, almost hot against our backsides as we sat down to enjoy the idyllic spot and it wasn't long until the sun was hot on our backs also. Soon we could feel every bit of the 90+ degree temperature.

I looked at Tracy and said "How about a swim."

I got the reply I expected "But I don't have a suit."

"Who needs one?" I countered "Look around, there's nobody here to see you except me and I've already seen everything you have, up close and personal."

Now Tracy is a vixen in the bed and isn't shy about her body when it's the two of us, but out in public is another story. The swim suit is always a one piece and the clothes are always fairly conservative never revealing much, and if I got a little frisky in public she would get all embarrassed. Always a lady in public but a slut in bed! So I knew that getting her skinny dipping would be a problem. 

Well as hot as it was I wasn't going to worry and if she wanted to roast that was her problem. So I stripped off my shirt and started on my shorts and underwear when she realized I was going to get naked out in the air and go swimming. She gave a little squeak and said "Bob, you can't take your clothes off here, somebody will see you."

"I can't?" I answered, "Watch me and if somebody does wander down here and sees me I don't care. Let them look and if they like what they see so much the better, if they don't they can leave."

So I finished striping down, stood up for all the world to see what the good Lord gave me and dove in to the cool clear water below. It was refreshing! As my head broke the surface when I came up I heard Tracy yell, "How is it?"

"Great! Come on, join me. Leave your top and underwear on if you're chicken" I answered.

With that she stood up and looked around then peeled her shorts off exposing her white thong underwear, then looking around again and hesitating she peeled off her tank top, stared at me defiantly and said "Chicken am I?" and jumped into the water. 

Now why she left the thong on I will never understand as she exposed damn near everything she had to the world. And a beautiful exposure it was too. Even at 42 this woman still had the body of a 20 year old. With nicely shaped tits that didn't yet surrender to gravity a slim waist, flat stomach and a tight ass it was difficult for people to tell the difference between her and her 22 year old daughter, who I must add is a real hottie too. But back to the thong. The minute she hit the water it became transparent as the plastic wrap you use in the kitchen. I just chuckled as we climbed back up the rocks to dive in again. After about the third dive I was grinning like a fool and chuckling when she demanded to know what was so funny.

"I like the clear plastic look." I said, "I don't know why you bothered to leave it on. Now you just have to dry it before you get dressed."

She looked down at herself and a blush started in her cheeks and spread down her neck and over her tits. Whether she was embarrassed at being for all intents and purposes stark naked or at forgetting about the thong getting transparent I am not sure, but she was muttering what a bastard I was while she stripped it off and laid it on the rocks to dry.

"Happy now, you finally have me naked in the woods. Alone." She said with as much indignation as she could muster while standing there naked.

"Not quite yet." I said as I took a step toward her.

She squealed and dove off the edge into the water to escape my grasp. As I stood on the rocks laughing at her she hollered up from the water, "You may have gotten me naked out here but don't even think about taking advantage of me in the open like this." and she stuck her nose into the air and began to swim to the other side of the pool. 

Now she should have known me well enough that two things you don't do are to dare or otherwise challenge me or to tell me I can't have something. Either will only make me more determined. So I dove in after her and quickly caught up with her and while still underwater reached up and stuck a finger into her pussy. 

She may have pretended to be too proper to have sex out here but she was certainly turned on enough as my finger slipped right into her very hot box with absolutely no resistance at all. 

As I surfaced with my finger still inside her she slipped her arms around me and whispered, "You bastard, you're determined to take me out here in the open aren't you" "You're damn right." I answered, as I slipped two more fingers into that hot box and a mouth around her luscious tit. She just groaned as I worked my fingers around in her box and let my tongue flick over her extended nipple. We stood there with the water lapping between my waist and chest for a few minutes before she put all he weight on me and wrapped her legs around my waist. I kept alternating which tit I was sucking. Finally I bit down on one nipple and as usual the pain brought her over the edge into orgasm. Suddenly the water around my hand was bathed in warmth as her juices ran out and warmed the water around her pussy.

Now that she had climaxed once she turned into the vixen slut I enjoyed so much and she was oblivious as to where we were. With her legs already wrapped around my waist she reached down and guided my cock into her pussy and started pumping um and down on me. 

It was one of the most exciting and unusual sexual feelings I have ever had with my rock hard member sliding into her HOT cunt then out into the cold water and repeat. The water around my balls was cold enough to keep me from having my own orgasm, yet not so cold as to keep my hardon down. At least not with the stimulation it was receiving. I could have kept hard forever it seemed but after her 4th or 5th orgasm (I lost count) she crawled off me satisfied and beginning to get sore.

"That was fantastic but you didn't cum yet!" she breathed staring into my eyes.

"It's the cold water." I responded

"Come on then." she said, with an evil gleam in her eye she grabbed my dick and nearly dragged me across the pool of stream water and to the rocks. Thankfully she let go of my dick before she started climbing. But she didn't need to hold on anymore I would follow that ass and pussy anywhere at this point.

Up we went to the top. "Lay down here." She ordered. Once I was on my back she dropped her mouth to my dick and started to suck and slide up and down on my rod. Ticking the underside of my meat with her tongue and sliding it around the head. 

Now Trace is an accomplished cocksucker, I knew that from pleasant past experience. She could deep throat my 7 ½ inches with out a problem and could, if she wanted, work me up and let me down for an hour or more without letting me cum. The only downside of her efforts was she did not like when I came in her mouth. On the few occasions she took it in she would gag and spit like I was pouring gasoline down her. So I traded off blowing my load down her throat for some really fantastic blow jobs and shooting all over her face and tits. It was a trade I could easily live with.

Well she went to work on me and I knew she was going to torture me for a while so I decided to lay back, rest on my elbows and enjoy the sight of her between my legs, swallowing my cock. After about 10 minutes or so I noticed something on the far bank. 

It appeared that we had an audience in the laurel scrub on the far bank about 20 feet away I detected movement. After watching intently for a minute or so while pretending to be concentrating on my blowjob, I could make out at least two people watching us, possibly a third. So I just smiled and relaxed and let things happen reveling in the thought of an audience and how freaked Tracey would be if she knew somebody was watching her suck my dick. This was a real turn on, as if I needed more!

After a couple of minutes I figured I would give them more of a show and I coaxed her legs around and over my shoulders, putting her pussy over my face for a classic 69. Then I went to work running my tongue from the top of her slit over her puffy cunt lips lingering on her clit for a second and then diving into her hole and wiggling it around. All it took was a few of these maneuvers before she was creaming into my mouth and sucking harder on my dick. Then easing off a little as she came down. All the while I kept my eye on the other side of the stream. 

Every once in a while I would see a head pop up for a better look then disappear into the brush again so I knew they were still there. 

Finally Trace decided to let me go and she started working me hard stroking and sucking harder and just as I was about to blow she pulled her lips off me and positioned her face directly over my dick, mouth closed. One or two more strokes and I let go like a geyser. After fucking her in the water then getting a wonderful blow job with an audience I had built up a hell of a load and I shot it all over her face. Blast after blast hit her on the forehead, the cheeks her nose, lips. But most importantly her eyes. When I was done her eyes were pasted shut with my cum. Perfect!!

I looked over at the laurel bushes and waved for our audience to come out, holding my finger to my lips as a sign of silence. Slowly they started to come out from their screen of vegetation. First came a girl, maybe 20 years old. It was obvious that our show had had an effect on her as the bottoms of her blue bikini had a definite wet spot and it wasn't from swimming. Next came a boy about 18 or so sporting a distinct hardon in his Speedo style swim suit. Then finally another girl following shyly behind the first two. This one had been playing with her tits while she watched. Her bikini top was askew and her nipple nearly hanging out.

Trace wanted to wipe the cum out of her eyes but while our Peeping Tom and Thomasinas had been coming out I had held her arms to her sides and licked her nipples to keep her mind off of everything else. Finally I released her arms and came off of her tits and she reached up to wipe the cum from her face. The first thing she saw was these three teenagers standing there. Instantly the first girl said "That was awesome, I wish I could give head like that! Every time I try the guy shoots in the first 20 seconds. Could you tell me how you do it?"

She was utterly confused, torn between the embarrassment of realizing that these three people were looking at her naked body and cum covered face, and that they had probably, no definitely watched at least part of the blow job she had so expertly delivered and the flattery that was being heaped on her by the young girl with the wet crotch. After about 10 seconds or so where the looks on her face went from terror to confusion and to the deer in the headlights look. Se turned to me and said "You prick, you knew they were there. Didn't you?" But she said it with a smile on her cum covered face, so I knew I wasn't in trouble.

"Not until after you were doing me," I answered. "but before I ate your pussy." Honesty is the best policy, especially when you are caught. With that she grabbed my head and pulled our faces together for a sloppy French kiss that got my own cum all over my face. 

"Now I'm not the only one with cum on my face." She smirked. Then turning to our guests "Well, You guys have seen all we got, no fair your still are dressed."

They looked at each other and without another word or hesitation the last girl, the one I had pegged as shy, pulled the strings on her top and bottom and dropped them onto the rocks. She stood there in all her glory. She had the smooth sleekness that only 18 year old girls have a nicely formed set of small tits "A" cup probably, there wasn't much there but somehow it looked right on her. Then down to a perfectly shaved pussy. Not a feather left, whistle clean but definitely a slick coating of wetness from watching our show. All topped with a really pretty face and long deep red curly hair, milky white skin and of course a beautiful case of all over freckles. 

Next the first girl, seeing her friend getting into the spirit of things, first undid her top then with a "what the hell" shrug slid he bottoms down to her ankles. Nice body, a little more meat on it than either the other girl or Tracey but in all the right places. Large "D" cup tits with huge nipples that had to be as big around as a cigarette butt and almost as long. Cute brunette, with short cut on the hair and a medium complexion.

That left a confused and obviously scared 18 year old boy standing there between two naked women, whom he knew and faced by two naked strangers he had just watched have sex. In each hand he held a 6 pack of beer and in the center a boner that was threatening to burst his Speedo. After about 30 seconds the last girl, who we later learned was Brenda, reached over and in one swift motion pulled the boy's Speedo down around his ankles. Well if he looked scared before he was down right terror filled now. I think the only thing that kept him from running was that his suit was around his ankles. Then Brenda look at him and said, "come on Jack, grow up, its only skin."

Jack was of average height and thin build with a cock that stood at attention about 6 inches or so, about average, with very sparse pubic hair. Now I am not one to check out guys but I would say he was ok looking, not repugnant by any stretch. I just don't have any basis for comparison or interest either. I did have the natural male reaction to check out his cock as comparison. That old check out the competition thing. Whether or not a guy admits it, he does check other guys out but differently than a woman does. A guy is checking for reasons of competition, strength, health, package size, etc. In other words is this one going to try to edge me out from my female(s). All this is hardwired into our brains since we were running around the plains with our knuckles dragging. 

I saw Jack looking at my now flaccid dick and knew it wasn't because he wanted it; it was for the same reason. But being older and more secure in my masculinity than a barely post pubescent boy, it didn't bother me and I didn't embarrass him further by saying anything. I just said "Are those beers cold or do you plan on using them for anchors in the stream."

"Oh sorry," he stuttered in return, "would you like one?"

"If you don't mind sharing, yeah, I would like one. Thanks"

The girls sat down on the rocks facing us and Jack handed out beer all around and put the remainder into the stream to keep it cold. Then we did the introductions all around. We met Brenda, the redhead, just out of high school and 18 years old. Jack also 18 and a recent high school graduate, and finally Steph, the big busted brunette 21 and approaching her last year in college. It seemed all three worked at the golf course and with things being so hot it was a slow day so the manager sent them home. Steph worked as a waitress and since she was of age she had bought the beer for the three of them and their little swim party. They never expected to run into anyone else here. Let alone two naked people having sex in the open.

Steph was still enthralled with Trace's cocksucking technique and asked her again how she was able to keep me from shooting right away. Trace was a little embarrassed to be discussing her sexual technique with someone the same age as her daughter but after some prodding and pleading from both girls she started to loosen up. She described how she would take it into her mouth and not jack me immediately and when she did only slowly and lightly. Also how she could tell I was close to cumming and would back off and slow down. 

All this descriptive sex talk was having an effect on all of us. I was feeling the stirrings of another hardon, Jack was still sporting his, and even though he was doing his best to hide it, I could see he was oozing precum. Brenda was sitting Indian style across from me and giving me a view of her open pussy which was glistening wet. Steph was sitting on the rocks also Indian style and was dripping wet so much that she actually had a small puddle under her pussy. Tracy I knew was excited as her nipples were standing straight out like little soldiers at attention.




A Walk in the Woods



I decided that it was time for another swim, partly to cool off and partly to wash the dried cum off of my face from the kiss Tracy had given me. Everybody agreed that it was a good idea so into the water we went. We swam around for a while continuing the sex talk. Soon the topic of conversation turned from blowjob technique to pussy eating. Tracy was generous in her praise of my technique and I admit to blushing a bit at the compliment being so public. Then generally to the experience each of the kids had. I had hoped that the cold water would suppress my growing hardon, but there was too much nubile female flesh around me for that to work and too much talk of sexual experiences.

We found out that although Steph had sucked a few cocks and let a couple of guys finger her twat she was still a virgin. Not that she didn't want to fuck or wanted to save herself she just wanted her first time to be enjoyable and she was smart enough to know that if a guy blew his load in the first 20 seconds of a blow job he wasn't going to last long enough inside her to give her much pleasure.

Brenda was not shy at all. She described to all of us how she liked giving blowjobs and especially when the guy blew his load in her mouth and how she had let her boyfriend fuck her before he left for boot camp then the bastard sent her a Dear Jane letter a couple of weeks later. She had liked getting fucked but complained it did not last long enough. She made o point of telling Tracy how jealous she was over getting her pussy eaten as she always wanted to have hers done but all the guys she had been with thought it was gross.

Then onto poor Jack. It turns out he was a late bloomer. His dick had only grown in the last year or two and his only sex had been feeling up a girls tits and what Rosey Palm and her five sisters could deliver. It was obvious he was embarrassed to admit his lack of experience. He also admitted how he was sure his dick was undersized and puny and that he would never get any pussy with a little dick like that. 

I laughed and told him, "I saw what you have and it is nothing to be ashamed of it's about average, so don't sweat it. Besides contrary to popular belief it's not the size it's what you do with it. Learn to eat pussy boy, learn to love eating pussy and you will always have a woman."

Both of his friends also tried to reassure him that he had a good sized dick and that they did not look for big size in a guy. I could tell he was only half believing all this so I looked at Tracy and inclined my head toward the boy. She hesitated for a second, shrugged and said, "Well, I've seem more cock than either of these two girls and I can say that you are bigger than my ex. Here let me check it out." With that she reached out and grabbed hold of the boy and started to massage his hard dick. "Hmmm, not bad at all" she said as she stroked him. We all were looking down and watching her jack him through the crystal clear water when he groaned and we watched his cum shoot out and float around in the water. Both girls gasped at the sight of their friend blowing his load so suddenly. Tracy just took it in stride, looked at him and said "That was a good load and you're not even getting soft yet. Here give me your hand." She took his hand and put it on her tit and told him how to rub it around but not to hard, pay attention to the nipple and area around it. Then she took his other hand and put it on her snatch and started giving him instruction in fingering a woman. The boy was certainly getting into it. When she told him to put his mouth on her tit and flick with her nipple with his tongue. He did hesitate at all.

At this point my girlfriend had a young boys cock in her hand and was gently jacking him off while he had his finger in her twat and his mouth on her tit. She looked at me and said "You don't mind? Is it Ok if…?" 

I just smiled and said "Go ahead, I'll keep occupied." And nodded to the two teenage girls who were watching her show and so enthralled they had started fingering themselves. 

I moved over to Brenda and couldn't resist putting my mouth over one of her tiny tits. I always loved small titty women. They held a special place in my heart. She groaned as I flicked her nipple rapidly with my tongue. Then I reached down and ran my finger over her clit and she came instantly. Then I turned around and did the same to Steph. She practically shoved her huge tits into my face and reached out and grabbed my cock as I brought her to climax with a finger in her pussy and my thumb on her clit.

Having initially satisfied both girls, I took them by the hand and led them out of the water and up onto the rock shelf. Looking back I could see Tracy was enjoying her young stud and was positioning herself to straddle him as she had me earlier. She was going to take his cherry here today that was obvious.

Once we got up onto the flat rock I laid both girls down and proceeded to give Brenda what she admitted to craving earlier. I went down on her and slowly ate her pussy. Starting at the top of her slit down around her hole back up to tickle her clit and then diving it into her hole. Working that shaved, sweet, young pussy was heaven for me and apparently for her as she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm before pushing my head away and saying "Show Steph how you do that." 

With that I switched and started working on the brunette. While she wasn't shaved like Brenda was she had it trimmed to a neat little bush over her pussy and I let my tongue work her into her first orally induced orgasm. "God I love that," she breathed as I worked her, "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

I did not need to be asked again. I moved up and took her legs over my shoulders and sunk my dick into her twat. I felt the resistance of her hymen and stopped. I pulled out a little and said "This may hurt a little." She just nodded and I plunged into her as hard as I could. The membrane gave way and she grimaced in pain but it immediately disappeared as I slowly stroked in and out, pulling all the way out so just the head was left in and the slowly pushing in again. It was just a few minutes and she started to tense up her breathing became shallow and rapid and I knew she was ready for another orgasm so I stepped up the pace. That was all it took she arched her back coming completely off the ground and gave a quite but high pitched scream. 

I stopped as she eased down and let her recover. All this time Brenda was laying beside us on her side just watching me fuck her friend. I started pumping again and Steph opened her eyes and looked at me with a dreamy smile and said "More? This is how I always dreamt it should be." As I pistoned in and out of her I saw Brenda watching her friend's face and tits. She seemed fascinated with Steph's "D" cup tits compared to her tiny ones. 

I watched her for a minute then said "Brenda, help me out here. Lick her nipple." She looked up at me kind of startled then looked back at her friend and licked her lips a couple of times. "Go ahead." I encouraged. She looked at me again and slowly leaned over and tentatively touched her tongue to her friend's nipple. The added attention elicited a groan from Steph. "See how much she likes it. Do it again." That was all the encouragement she needed. She dove onto her friends tits like a madwoman. 

Between having a woman suck her tits and me pushing my 7 ½ incher in and out Steph burst into 3 rapid orgasms. I figured I had taken this cherry the best I could and not knowing if she was on the pill I pulled out and sat back. Besides I wanted to sink my dick into Brenda.

Brenda was on her knees bent over still sucking Steph's tits. With her ass sticking up in the air and pussy just hanging open I positioned myself behind her and slid right into her twat. The surprise of having a dick suddenly in her registered as she came up off of Steph's tits. I was taking her doggie style and I guess Steph decided to return the favor as she took one of Brenda's tiny tits into her mouth. Well the combination of my dick slamming her from behind and Steph's tongue on her tits was pushing her fast toward Nirvana. She would grunt with each thrust forward and groan as I withdrew.

Suddenly I heard Tracy from behind me, "Well that's a sight to see, you fucking the redhead and the brunette sucking her tits." 
 I looked back over my shoulder to see her standing there With Jack looking well fucked, but still with the better part of a hardon left. "I thought you were going to take care of the boy." I called back to her.

"Hell he came in my pussy twice already. I figured I'd bring him up here and give him a good blowjob to round out his day" She answered back.

"Let me. Let me." Steph called Coming off of Brenda's tit. "I want to try out what you were telling us. But could you help, like coach me."

Tracy just smiled and said "Sure." And Jacks eyes got big as he sprang to a full raging hardon again.

Before long he had Steph sucking his dick and Tracy coaching her on technique. I was still banging Brenda and by the amount of juice running down her thighs she was cumming in almost a constant stream. I realized I was getting tired and told Brenda I was going to cum soon. She gasped out "In my mouth….Please." so I pulled out of her and she turned around and began jacking me with her lips wrapped around my cock and sliding up and down in perfect time. I knew that this kid was serious about taking the load as she was really working me. It was only seconds later that I blasted into her mouth with a groan. She took every drop and when I was done came off of me with a smile and said "That was delicious." 

We looked over and watched as Steph was sucking Jack off, she worked him for a few more minutes when Trace said "Ok, let him cum now before you kill him." Steph sucked harder and gave him a few good strokes and her cheeks puffed out as her mouth filled with his seed. 

Jack nearly collapsed onto the rocks and the girls had to steady him to keep him from falling. We all sat around again drinking the last of the beer and just enjoying the afterglow of sex and the company.

I had had about all I could take for a day and it was getting late so we had to be going. As we were getting dressed the kids all wanted to know when we could get together again. Trying to get our schedules to match was a bitch so I gave each of them a card with my office number on it and said they should call when they were free and we would try to work something out.

As we headed back to the car, leaving the kids behind, Trace said, "You seemed to be enjoying all that young pussy."

"Yeah it was nice for a change, but not as good as what you do for me." I replied.

"Good save, your lucky you think quick. Well maybe, we can get together with them again or maybe just one of the girls and we can share" 

I was dumbfounded. We had talked about the possibility of a threesome before but she had always been less than eager. Having never been with another women she wasn't sure if she wanted to but maybe watching the girls suck each others tits had given her ideas.

We would have to see what develops next time 



A Walk in the Woods



"What's this story called?" Karen asked staring up above her at the title. "A Walk in the Woods." A deep frown pulls at the caramel hued beauty's lips. "That title is so ambiguous that I can only hope that whatever you have planned doesn't involve wolves."

"Actually I had bears in mind. It seems like whenever you read a bestiality story its dogs of some sort. I had to get creative." I reply from behind my monitor. 

Karen's head drooped sadly at the news then suddenly lifted back up. "You can't make me do anything with a bear or a wolf!" 

"Why not? I can do pretty much whatever I want to you. Like this." Karen's formerly non-descript clothing changed into a blue and white cheerleading outfit that did nothing to conceal her slender legs and barely covered her butt. "Like that. Besides I have to stay on topic. Earth Day contest demands an outdoor setting and situation. Honestly "Fishing with Dad three, which seems will be come Hiking or Camping with Dad just isn't moving fast enough. I gotta get in early so people will notice me."

"Yeah but the guys who run Literotica won't let you post bestiality. Or anything with minors."

"Minors suck anyway. I like women, what's the point in girls who are so young they look like boys?" It was my turn to frown this time though. She was right. "Maybe I'll just post it on some other site, there are places that allow an author to do whatever they want."

Slowly her rouged lips curve upward into a knowing smirk. "Yeah but you'd never degrade yourself by playing in the minor leagues like that. This is where all the talent is, this is where all the intelligent readers are. You would never put a story on a second rate site. Not to mention they aren't having the Earth Day contest on any other site. So I guess you'll have to find something non animal related to do to me."

"Shut up and quit rubbing it in. In fact get to work, I don't pay you for nothing." I type. It's a good thing that Karen can't see how much she's frustrating me. It's hard enough losing arguments to flesh and blood opponents. It's down right embarrassing to be losing an argument against a figment of your imagination.

"Actually if we are going to be honest about it you pay me nothing." Karen replied snidely her smirk growing wider.

"Get to work. I'm bored of this conversation." Making a rare appearance in the text I point towards the beautiful forest just to the right of the white void Karen and I currently inhabit.

"Fine. Not like you ever treated me like a human being before." Karen replied walking from the void into the forest. Her pure white sneakers had barely hit the earth when she paused. "Uh Sean?"

"What is it now?" I ask back behind the monitor happily tapping away at the keys.

"Is this what you intended me to wear for my trip through the forest?" She asked motioning to her cheerleading outfit.

"Oh, my bad." A moment later she was wearing, you know what just read it down there.

It was a beautiful day to have gone for a hike. The sun was shining through a pair of fluffy white clouds too lazy to get out of the way. Otherwise the sky was completely clear and the world had the wonderful scent of fresh rain. It was likely that the next nearest human being was miles way which suited Karen just fine. She'd come out here to enjoy the beauty of nature, not to hear some stupid kids yammer on about the newest movie.

The caramel hued belle was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts that came down just beneath her knees nearly meeting the gray and orange hiking socks she wore. Above that she had a green t-shirt darkened with sweat clung to her bouncing breasts. Maroon colored hair was pulled back into a modest ponytail as she followed the narrow trail through the woods. 

She could hear her goal before it came into sight. A beautiful creek that she enjoyed bathing in, it was so far away from anybody and the water was crystal clear. Something about it always excited the nymph and today was no different. The sound of trickling water put extra energy into her legs taking her pace from a casual walk to an excited half skip. 

She'd never been to this exact spot on the creek but it was exactly how she expected to be. Smooth stones lined the bottom of the barely four foot deep creek and school of tiny sparkling fish were swimming slowly with the flow. Karen smiled as she eased herself down the slope that lead to the water dropping her backpack on a boulder and sitting down on it quickly unlacing her boots.

It only took Karen a moment to strip down completely and slid into the cool clear water. A pleasant sigh escaped her lips as she eased farther into the water wading out until her full breasts floated in the water. "This is amazing. How nature should be enjoyed." She sighed lazily swimming a few strokes in the water. Karen swam around for a few minutes before finding a comfortable spot to rest, in the shade of a tree with her head resting on one of the roots. Most of her body was beneath the water, not that it concealed anything. Only her nipples and knees were exposed to the cool air. Her eyes slid shut as she yawned. Once she was certain she wouldn't slip into the water she let herself drift off to sleep.

By the time she woke up the sun was nearly setting over the distant hills leaving the stream a bright orange. That wasn't the only change though, nearby a bright green frog was sitting on a rock silently staring at the bathing girl as if he expected something. A slight crunching sound startled the amphibian and he leapt into the water quickly swimming away. Karen slowly turned her head to see two boys standing at the opposite side of the tree.

The first was easily six and a half feet of muscle, it was obvious from the way his green undershirt was straining that he was no stranger to the gym. His blonde hair was cut short, almost a military cut. Karen realized he was military a few minutes later as her eyes drifted downward to the USMC tattoo on his left forearm and below that the green and brown camouflage trousers he wore. A pair of finely polished black boots finished off the look. "It's good to come back here every once and a while." He muttered leaning against the tree.

"Gotta remind yourself why you fight Mike." His friend was smaller, probably under six feet and slender. He was wearing a black vest that sort of hung on his frame, giving brief glimpses of his toned chest and abs as he took a step towards Karen and stared at the water. 

"Its not how everybody thinks it is you know. I've been over there for nine months and never saw any action. Not any real action, rockets stop counting after the first couple. Besides I'm not even sure we are doing anything good over there. I mean sure they smile when we drive by but that's about it." Mike slid down till he was resting on the ground his eyes just barely passing over Karen's head.

"Don't think about it Mike. A lot of people don't agree with the war. Hell I don't even agree with it anymore. But I agree with you, I agree that you're a fucking hero and that you would fight and would die for our country if you had to. Which is more than a lot of people can say. I just wish we'd been able to get you laid before you had to go back. Two weeks in the states. That shit sucks."

Mike paused then stood up staring directly at the monitor. "You've got to me kidding. I'm a fucking war hero and I didn't get laid within like twenty seconds of getting back to the states?"

"No you didn't. Christ, not every girl in the US is a dirty slut for military cock." I type back. "Get back on subject if you want to get laid."

"Fine." Mike walked back over to the tree sitting back down. "I'm gonna have to share with Jason aren't I?"

"Hey wait I'm not into no faggot dick rubbing shit. Ain't taken no sloppy seconds either." Jason shouted at me angrily.

"We'll figure it out. Get back to work you guys are rapidly increasing the chances of this becoming a horror story. Have you ever read "Ravished and Eaten" by me? Do you want that to happen to you?"

Both men shake their heads slowly and walk back to their positions and get back into character. "It's no big deal Jase. After you go nine months you're like a born again virgin. You kinda forget what you're missing." Mike chuckled.

Karen licked her lips slowly as she turned over in the water facing the two men. She sank down into the clear water till only her eyes and nose remained out of the water silently observing the two men. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, the slight warmth in her stomach and her hardening nipples gave her a hint. 

She couldn't tear her eyes away from Mike as he peeled his shirt away from his chiseled chest. He was like a statue made flesh, every inch of him mouthwateringly delicious. It didn't stop with his pecs, or his six pack stomach either. It carried onward to his muscled thighs and calves that she saw as he kicked off his boots and trousers. 

"C'mon I want to get a quick swim in before we eat." Mike said walking towards Karen, still completely oblivious to her existence.

Jason hadn't managed to get the rest of his clothing off when he heard his pal shout. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry miss. I didn't know you we're- no wait." For the second time that day Jason turned and looked towards me. "You've got to be kidding me. I stumble upon a mysterious and conveniently naked woman in the forest and we have hot sex?"

"We have a nature theme this month, its not always easy to deal with ok. Just go with it. Seriously you guys are supposed to just do whatever I tell you. Without arguing, I don't want any foreplay we've already wasted to much time on back story and stupid talking. I just need a nice hot fuck scene so I can get some high votes, hell maybe even win a contest or something. Hell at least get one of those neat little red H's next to this story. We clear?"

"Yes I understand that you want to be successful here, especially after the debacle that was your last group of stories. The thing is that if the story doesn't maintain a certain level of realism nobody will believe it. Karen come here please."

Karen smiled and slid out of the water, her deep red hair plastering itself to her head as she emerged. The dying light framed her flawless body as she approached the men who both tried to conceal their interest in the buxom beauty. "How often do you meet a woman as beautiful as this?"

"Thank you." Karen replied blushing slightly.

"Not often right? And then that she is going to be naked and willing to have sex with two guys she doesn't even know. How bout never. This story is so unbelievable." Mike continued. "You are willing to have sex with me aren't you?"

"Of course, have you looked in the mirror lately? You are really sexy, and besides I'm a bit of a slut."

"Thank you." Mike replied before turning his attention back to me. "Which brings me to my next fact. If you did find a woman in the middle of the forest willing to fuck anybody who happened to walk up shouldn't I be worried that she might have herpaghonasyphiaids?"

"Oh my fucking God. In real life maybe, but just like all those people who want to complain about the realism in a gang bang story. This is fiction. The only way that you can get an STD is if I don't like you. And in all fairness if I don't like you there are far more creative ways for me to kill you. Now quit critiquing my literary genius and start fucking."

"No, we really aren't quite finished here. This story is obviously about Karen who needs no introduction. Every figment of your imagination is obsessed over her. But who is Jason."

"He's nothing, he's just your friend. Here because I wanted some double penetration in this story. According to the responses to Starlets to Harlots people want DP action."

"Actually I'm an English major who is going to school-" 

Chuck Norris appears from no where crouched and ready to attack. "Seriously get to work, or I'll use him. You know I will."

Both Karen and Michael's eyes instantly widen and they nod moving back to their places. "Ok ok, I'll fuck her." Mike said wrapping his arms around the lovely starlet of this story and leaning to kiss her.

"Are you really going to give in just like that? Afraid of a movie actor?"

"Personally I hate unnecessary death. I don't like it when I'm forced to put one my creations down but there is only so much that I can accept." I briefly turn away from the screen so that I have to witness the incredible roundhouse kick Chuck Norris delivers to kill Jason. All I know is that when I turn around Chuck has vanished as he always does when I'm finished with him and Jason's body is lying both lifeless and headless on the ground. "Sorry about that." Jason's body vanishes and both Karen and Mike completely forget he ever existed. "Get to work."

"Yes boss." Mike volunteers reaching a hand down and gripping Karen's firm rear lifting her up as he deepens the kiss. Her full firm breasts crushed against his toned chest, her rock hard nipples poking his flesh. 

"No complaints here." Karen cooed curling one leg around his waist and grinding her dripping wet cunt against his surprisingly large cock. "I can't wait." She hissed throwing her arms around his neck and pulling herself up against him. A slight twist of hip brought the tip of his hard cock against her slit. She inhaled sharply as she slid down his hips, impaling herself on his cock and started rocking her hips.

It was difficult for Mike to keep standing as his legs tried to turn to mush beneath him. Each thrust of her fine rear filed the air with the slick noise of her cunt sliding over his member. Mike dug his fingers roughly into her ass, clutching tightly as she leaned forward riding his cock. "God your cock feels huge in my tight wet cunt." Karen whispered in his ear. She gave me a snide look after delivering the line but managed to stay in the moment whipping her head back and moaning.

Mike slowly sank to his knees then onto his back a continual wordless moan escaping his lips as he looked up at her. Her full ripe breasts were only inches from his face bouncing slightly with each thrust. It was the pure lust in her green eyes that finally threw him over the edge. The smoldering gaze she locked onto him from behind her mussed red hair as she clenched down on his cock.

"I'm I'm I'm.-" Mike started chanting unable to finish his thought as his cock pulsed inside her flooding her with hot cum. She didn't stop though, she kept expertly riding his dick till his juices started leaking out of her and streaming down his cock. 

Karen's head snapped back as she screamed in rapture collapsing over his chest. The only thing Mike could do was lay still as he Karen's pussy clenched and unclenched around his softening member. "That was incredible." Mike whispered looking up at the now dark sky overhead. 

"I bet you say that to all the girls." Karen replied with a smile. "I'll show you what is amazing." She whispered letting his now limp dick slip from her body before slinking down between his thighs. The first touch of her tongue on his scrotum sent a shiver through the length of his body. The second made him lurch forward his hips thrusting up to meet her. Karen's tongue hungrily followed lapping up their combined juices and finally taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. In the near complete silence of the forest the sounds of her slurping was the only thing Mike could hear. "All clean." Karen said, a devious grin curling her lips.

With that done she stood up and walked away toward the monitor. "Just for the record real girls aren't very likely to lick a boy clean after fucking them. You watch too much porn."

"I kinda enjoyed this deal, is he always this kind to the male lead?"

"Shut up, nobody is talking to you." Karen snapped before turning her attention back to me.

"You did fine." I quickly type. It's never good to have your main heroine upset. "Next week you'll have it real easy, specially since this probably won't get more than say three comments I won't bother continuing the story. I'll probably do another chapter of Starlets to Harlots. Hillary Duff will be suffering in your place so go someplace."

"You know what its time you get a taste of what it's like to be at the whims of your fancy." With those words she reached through the monitor and dragged me into Storyland.

To be continued. . .assuming I get enough responses from people. C'mon I'm practically begging for you to fill my mailbox!



A Walk In The Woods



He takes my hand and slowly leads me away from the other people. The path we take into the woods gets slowly narrower and more secluded. The further away we walk the faster my heart beat goes, my hand grips his tightly with anticipation as the undergrowth becomes thicker and less sun light comes through. The air here is cool and smells of lavender and bluebells, underfoot the path becomes little more than a dirt passageway. He holds the branches out of the way for me to pass until we reach a small clearing.

I look deep into his eyes as he turns to face me, my hand still held in his, I wait for him to kiss me but he doesn't. Instead he looks all around us and then moves me a couple of steps backwards and to the side. I stop as my back reaches a tree. Now he kisses me, his hands holding mine gently as his lips met mine in a soft kiss. I close my eyes and allow the smell of the flowers and the sound of the birds to fill my head with the heady senses of summer. His kiss becomes more urgent, his tongue gently probing mine as his hands hold onto my waist. I can feel his fingers finding the bottom of my light T shirt and the waistband of the skirt I am wearing; now his warm fingertips are on my skin.

I bring my arms up to his neck and run my hands through his short hair. He breaks the kiss and looks at me, "Are you ok? You seem a little nervous?" 

"I am fine" I answer, "Just a little worried someone may see us out here that's all"

"And what do you think I am going to do to you?" There is an evil glint in his eye as he presses his body tightly up against mine, pinning me against the tree.

I don't say anything as I enjoy the feeling of his cock pressing against my hip. One of his hands is now running slowly along the waist band of my skirt, a single fingertip lightly brushing my pale skin as he slowly but obviously rubs up against me. It was then I noticed what he was doing with the other hand, very carefully he was gathering the fabric of my skirt which came down to my ankles and pulling it slowly higher. I felt a slight breeze around my left knee as the skin was exposed, then the touch of his hand on my leg as he reached the hem. He ran his open palm across the smooth skin on my thighs and round to the globe of my buttock, gently squeezing the soft flesh through the thin fabric of my panties.

I was about to protest again when his mouth closed over mine. The intensity of the kiss took my breath away, and the feeling of his hand on my arse as the other moved around to cup my breast sent sparks to light the fire in my belly. I kissed him back as if my life depended on it, my arms tightly locked around his neck. I felt his hand slip under my top, and cup my naked breast, the nipple already hard pressing against his hand waiting for stimulation. He kissed down my face to my neck and across my cleavage as his fingers gently squeezed and tweaked my nipple. My breath was quickening as I realised his other hand was now inside my pants and slowly moving down to my pussy. Carefully he brought his hand to the front and pushed my legs apart, placing his legs between mine so I could not have put them back together if I had wanted to. His fingers slipped effortlessly down the front of my pants and past where my pubes should have been. For a moment he stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, a look of extreme approval glistened there with the lust, I just smiled back.

Now his tongue was on my nipples one at a time, the thin T shirt pulled up and over them exposing my delicate chest to the woods around us. I leaned my head back enjoying the feeling of the air hitting the wet skin as he moved from one to the other, gently nibbling and sucking each till it could get no harder. He moved his two fingers in and out of my wet hole leaving his thumb to concentrate on my clit as his kisses lit up my nipples, I held onto him and leaned back against the tree as my orgasm hit, and I bit my lip and tried not to cry out for fear of a passer by hearing me. As the first wave subsided he kissed me on the mouth again, his hand now almost still but still cupping my pussy gently as it throbbed against him. I rubbed my hip against his now rock hard cock, "I want it." I whispered through his gentle kisses.

He stopped kissing me and removed his hand. I wondered if I had said something wrong, had I offended him in some way...he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me round so I was now facing the tree. I felt both his hands running up the back of my legs, taking the long fabric with them until the whole back of my skirt was lifted. He then slowly rand his hands back down my legs, taking my delicate white panties with them, when they reached the floor I stepped out of them obediently. Again he lifted the skirt and I felt him press himself against me from behind, planting gentle kisses up and down my neck, with one hand he held me tight around the waist, holding my skirt out of the way, it felt good to have the rough fabric of his jeans pressed up against the soft curve of my bum. And the rough bark of the tree felt strangely erotic against my breasts through my T shirt.

He moved away slightly, but still kept a hold of me, I heard his belt being undone and his zip, and then he moved in close again. This time it was hot skin I felt touching my bum and lower back as one knee came up to part my legs once again. I felt his cock pressing against my skin and I pushed my bum out to rub against it. His kisses on my neck turned into tiny bites and nips as he became more excited, I gasped as the biting stayed just the right side of painful.

I felt him position his cock between my buttocks and he began sliding it through my juices, I could feel it, large and swollen trying to find the way in. The arm around my waist suddenly jutted my backwards, forcing me to bend over slightly from the up right position I had been in, my hands flew out in front of me to stop me falling and gripped the tree trunk. My pert breasts moving inside the T shirt at the sudden movement of my body, and at that moment the full force of his thrust buried his cock to the hilt in my hot pussy. We both gasped as it happened and his grip on me became tighter as his now free hand reached around to play with my tits again. The only thing I could do was hold on to the tree and hope I didn't fall as the next orgasm hit me suddenly. I was grinding my bum back against him as hard as I could and I threw my head back as I came loudly. My pussy squeezing his cock as I came was too much for him and as I felt him grip my hips and pull me hard against him I felt him cum. A low grunt escaped his mouth as he collapsed against me, once again pinning me to the tree.

There we stayed for a few minutes while we regained our breath. Finally he slipped out of me and allowed my skirt to cover my behind again before kissing me on the forehead and gently leading me back to civilisation.



A Walk in the Woods



I tripped over a tree root, stumbled, fell, and scraped my knee. I inhaled the dank peatness of the mossy ground, still covered with last fall's leaves, just inches away from my nose. "Move, keep moving," I told to myself. The pain kept me motivated. I got back up, and scrambled through the brush. I couldn't tell which way I was going, but I knew he was coming. My heart pounded in my ears. I glanced left and right. Which way to go? It all looked the same. The sky was dusky above me, the world was nothing but shades of gray, as I stumbled, naked, through the trees and the thorny devil's club, trying to get away, trying to escape. 

"Move, keep moving," I told to myself. My legs were scratched from the thorns and brambles. My feet were cut from stumbling over sharp sticks and rocks. Sweat poured down my back. My heavy breathing was loud in my ears. What had started off as a beautiful summer day had devolved into this... this nightmare. I could tell I was getting deeper and deeper into the woods, as the temperature had dropped a good 10 degrees. Or maybe it was because the sun had set beyond the mountains some time ago. I sent a silent prayer to any god who might be listening for the bright nights of summer. I could still see. I wasn't completely helpless. I kept moving forward, climbing through a maze of alder bushes, trying to find an open path. I had to move faster. I knew he was coming.

I had no idea where I was. He grabbed me as I left my shop. I locked the back door behind me, but before I could even take a step towards my car, there he was, behind me, picking me up off of my feet, tossing me in the back of a van. I kicked, I punched, I screamed for help, but no one heard, no one came. He was too strong. He quickly subdued me and tied me up, leaving me on the floorboard like nothing but cargo. He must have driven me at least an hour out of town, blindfolded, bound, disoriented, frightened. He tossed me in the back of a boat, and we zipped up some unknown river to some unknown destination. I didn't dare jump out, I didn't know how fast the current was, or how deep the water was, or even where I was, and being tied up, I couldn't rely on my ability to float to safety before he snatched me again, or before I drowned or succumbed to hypothermia from the cold water. Its always cold, even in summer. He hefted me like a bag of garbage over his shoulder, and dumped me on the rocky shore. My shoes slipped off and splashed into the water when he lifted me. I could hear the river rushing by behind me, and the rocks felt slimy beneath my hands and knees. He untied my hands and feet. 

"Don't move," he growled. I rubbed my sore wrists. He cut the blindfold off me with a knife. I blinked with the sudden light as my eyes struggled to adjust. He grabbed me by my neck and forced me to my feet. I slipped on the wet rocks, but managed to gain my balance. I looked into his face and saw cruel eyes. My heart pounded. Oh god, what is he going to do to me? I thought to myself. He had the knife in one hand, and my throat in the other. With wide eyes, I spotted a shotgun hanging from his shoulders. 

He reached up with the knife, running it along my face. I whimpered. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced the straps holding my tank top up, and with a yank of his hand, he forcefully ripped the cloth off of me. The force of it pulled me off my feet, and I fell to my knees. He grabbed me by the waist of my pants, yanked up, and with a slice of his knife, and a tear from his hand, pulled my pants off of me in tatters. The underwear was next. Finally I knelt there, naked on slimy rocks, tears running down my face. Once more, he pulled me to my feet by my neck.

"Run," he spat into my face, and then shoved me away. I stumbled backwards, falling. I scrambled to my feet, and took a step back, confused. He pointed to the line of trees behind me, along the riverbank. "Run, bitch," he shouted at me. "Run for your fucking life!"

I didn't wait for a second chance. Choking back a sob, I turned and ran for the tall cottonwoods and spruce trees. "You better run faster than that, you stupid whore!" He shouted after me as I disappeared into the trees. I had torn my way through the bushes, dimly lit by the midnight dusk, getting as far away as fast as I could. I didn't try to cover my tracks. I didn't try to escape silently. Alder and mountain ash branches snapped and creaked as I forced my way through their dense thickets. The underbrush crunched beneath the soles of my feet. Thorns - wild rose, raspberry, devil's club - grabbed me, tearing at my flesh, but I kept on going. 

He was getting closer. I stifled the panic that threatened to rise, and kept moving. I could hear him crashing through the forest after me, and occasionally see a flash of light. Headlamp? Flashlight? It made no difference. I moved away from the light whenever it peeked through the foliage, leaving a distorted pattern through the shadows. I was covered with mud and dirt. I had slipped and fallen more times than I could remember. 

I scrambled up a steep moss and fern covered embankment on my hands and knees. Just as I reached the top, a shot rang out in the air. I screamed, and dropped to the ground, intact, terrified. I looked behind me and spotted him stepping through the trees. His headlamp played across me. I slid back, out of the light, trying to will myself deep into the ground, to blend with the moss and ferns, hoping the fronds were tall enough to mask my presence. I slithered across the ground along the edge of the embankment, trying to stay out of sight. There was a large birch tree in front of me. I crawled behind it and paused, leaning up against the smooth white trunk, trying to think straight.

He was twice as big as me, twice as strong, and obviously faster, and he had me seriously outgunned. What options did that leave me with? I wiped a hand across my eyes. Sweat and tears were blurring my vision. I reached out and grabbed a large branch that had fallen. I didn't have anything else, only suprise. He didn't know exactly where I was.

"You fucking bitch, I know you're up there." His voice came from below me.

"Come and get me, you sick fuck!" I shouted. I glanced behind me, I saw the light peering over the edge. He was climbing up. I crawled out from behind my tree, and silently slid back down the embankment, branch in hand. I emerged below him and a few feet to the side. Now who's hunting whom? I thought to myself I crawled up behind some mountain ash bushes at the edge of the hill, hiding behind them, hoping to blend into the background. I could hear him above me. He must have been following my tracks.

"Are you doubling back on me?" He shouted out. I didn't say a word. I focused on breathing slowly, I didn't want to give myself away. I could see his light flashing around. His light was a weakness, it gave away his position; I knew exactly where he was, and he was climbing down the exact same spot I did. My heart was pounding in my chest, my pulse thumping in my ears.

I could see him out of the corner of my eyes. His back was to me. I gripped my branch tightly. It was now or never. I jumped out, swinging.

It didn't go so well.

I caught him square in the back. With an "oof," he stumbled, but didn't fall. I didn't even stun him. He whipped around. I swung again, but he caught it mid-swing, and with a yank, pulled the stick straight out of my hands. I stood there in front of him, naked, unarmed, dirty, frightened, defenseless. He tossed the stick away, and grabbed me by my hair, snapping my head back fiercly. I cried out. I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could.

"Ouch!" He cried out. With an elbow slammed into his ribs, he let go of my hair, and I tore away, ready to run again. I didn't get very far. He tackled me to the ground, and we wrestled amongst the moss and ferns. I was lost, I knew it. He pinned me in mere seconds. I struggled, but I couldn't move. My breath came in ragged gasps. He slammed my head into the ground. "Fucking bitch!" He snarled. "Don't move, don't you fucking move."

I spat out a mouthful of moss. "You bastard," I gasped. "Please let me go! Oh god, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me. Please" I whimpered. I jerked my limbs, trying to find some leverage, some purchase, to escape my predicament.

"You don't have a choice in the matter, cunt." He wrapped his arm around my neck in a choke hold and started to squeeze, and bit my shoulder hard. I howled. He bore down on me with all his weight, and I just didn't have the strength left to struggle. I could barely breathe as it was. I just held still, hoping to find a moment of weakness when I could get free again, taking shallow breaths. He eased up on my throat. "That's better, bitch. You do what I want, the way I want it, and you might live to see the sunrise."

My heart lept into my throat. "Ok, ok. Just tell me what to do, and then please let me go," I begged desperately. He clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear a peep, got that? Don't make me fucking gag you." I nodded my head. He climbed off me, leaving just his knee, pressing into the small of my back, pinning me, while he fumbled with something, I couldn't tell what. He yanked my arms behind my back, securing them tightly with a zip tie, so tightly the hard plastic edges began digging into my wrists. "Get up," he ordered, pulling me by my hair. I struggled to my feet. "Now march," he said, shoving me forward with his hand on my back. 

He steered me, one hand on my shoulder, on hand grabbing my zip-tied hands, until we came to a halt beneath a tall cottonwood. He bent down and zip-tied my ankles, and then pushed me to the ground, on my ass. "Don't try and escape, cunt," he sneered. I peered frightfully into his eyes. I saw nothing but contempt and cruelty there. He unhitched a length of rope off of his belt, and tossed it up into the tree, over a low-hanging branch above him. With a few deft movements he had tied a noose. He slipped it around my neck, snugged it down, and forced me to my feet by yanking the other end of the rope. I had no choice but to stand, or suffocate. He pulled until I was on my tiptoes, but still breathing freely, the blood still flowing freely to my head. "Please don't -- " I started to beg, but he cut me off with a hard slap to the face. My vision spun.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, you don't listen very well, do you?" he snarled.

I choked back a sob. The rough rope scratched my neck. He tied off the other end around the tree trunk, leaving me there dangling on my tiptoes. 

He whipped out his knife. I involuntarily jerked away in fear. He got on his knees, and sliced away the tie around my ankles. "Don't think we'll be needing that," he commented. "There, now go ahead, try and escape all you want. I'll be back in a minute."

He left me standing there, and disappeared into the trees. Escape... now there was a bright idea. There was no escape now, though. Any move I made only tightened the rope around my neck, making it harder to breathe and think straight, and right now I most desperately wanted to keep breathing, and keep thinking. I stood still.

He returned a short moment later, knife in one hand, and a thin willow branch in the other. He didn't look at me, didn't acknowledge me, he just sat down near me, and began whittling the stick. With deft strokes, he peeled away the bark and carved off any knotty edges. After a close inspection, he seemed satisfied with his work. He re-sheathed the knife on his belt, stood up, and faced me.

"Now you and I are going to have a little chat." He stepped close. "Or rather, I'm going to talk, you're just going to listen, aren't you, bitch?" I nodded my head. "That's more like it." He took another step closer. He circled around me, tracing the willow branch along my skin. I shivered. The branch scratched my back, caressed my ass, circled my tits, stroked my legs, and then he stopped again, behind me. "Good lord, you clumsy whore, you're positively filthy." He picked a twig out of my hair. "You can't even manage to take a simple walk in the woods without getting covered in slime, can you?"

All I did was whimper. I heard a distinct "whoosh" through the air, and felt a sharp sting of burning pain lance across my buttocks. I yelped, and lurched forward. The rope tightened, I gasped for breath. He grabbed me hard by my tit, and pulled me back. My pulse pounded in my neck as blood tried to find its way to my head. He reached up and loosened the noose slightly. My head cleared. "You better learn to hold still, that's the last time I'm going to do that. Do you understand me, cunt?" He struck me again, and the burning fire spread from my buttocks to my thighs. I quivered, but didn't move my feet.

I nodded my head in compliance. He began a series of rapid taps across my backside. I moaned. tap tap tap tap. I writhed in pain, trying to find some respite, trying to process the agony, trying to think clearly. I counted, it was all I could do to focus. one two three four... He reached 100, and then with a solid, searing whack, that made me cry out, he stopped. I stood there, breathing hard, ass on fire, fighting back the tears.

He stepped up close behind me, and pulled me against him. I could feel every inch of him pressing up behind me. I could feel his hard cock through his pants pressing up against my hands, still secured tight behind my back. Oh god, I thought in terror, this is turning him on. "You made one fatal mistake, you stupid whore." His free hand caressed my stomach, moving higher, fondling my tit, tweaking my nipple, gently at first, and then harder and harder until I gasped. He released. "You should have been prepared." He whispered in my ear. His breath caused involuntary goosebumps to course across my flesh. I shivered. 

The asshole. The bastard. The sick freak. I wanted to call him all of those things, but didn't say a word.

"You really ought to carry pepper spray, you know." He whispered in my other ear, sending a whole new slough of goosebumps down my other side. I trembled in his arms, my body betraying my horror. He bit me on my shoulder, hard, just below the line of rope. I moaned. He laced his hands through my hair, and pulled my head back roughly, against his shoulders. His hard body was warm behind me. "You never know what kind of freaks might be lurking in the shadows."

He stepped away from me. I nearly lost my balance, but managed to stay afoot. The cool air washed across my skin, draining it of the shared heat he had provided. Its absence was sad, in a way. 

I heard the "woosh" again, and steeled myself against the inevitable onslaught of pain. He hit hard, and the incandescent agony ignited a whole new series of sensations. Again he lashed out, over and over, and fiery welts spread across my backside. I shuddered, I jerked, I twisted, I turned, but I didn't dare step away and tighten the noose. The bite of his switch tore my dignity to shreds in mere moments. I whimpered, I moaned, I groaned, as burning strike after burning strike rained down upon my flesh. Again he began the series of rapid strikes, their staccato rhythm prying into my brain as I struggled to count and focus. one, two, three.... 110, 111... I lost track as he struck harder and harder, finally ending with a searing slice across my thighs again, I shrieked, feeling cut open, feeling exposed, feeling like I was on fire. And then there was nothing but the sound of the breeze through the leaves, and his footsteps falling on the ground behind me. 

He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around to face him. A shiver went down my spine as I looked into his face. I met his merciless eyes. A depraved sneer played across his lips. He ran his hands along my torso, his fingers suprisingly gentle, belaying the sadistic savagery I knew he was capable of. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers found my crotch. I gasped at the violation, as his fingers pried deeper, prying open my most private of places. I shuddered. My body betrayed me. This shouldn't feel good, not this, not him, not now, of all times and all places. My mind reeled against it. He toyed with me, rubbing my pussy. A lazy wave of pleasure crept out from his fingers, violating me deep into my core. I moaned. 

"Do you have something to say?" He asked me.

"Please don't do this," I begged him.

He loomed over me and spat in my face, his fingers still playing across my sensitive clitoris. "I didn't say you could fucking talk, you stupid bitch." His spittle slowly trickled down my cheek. A tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. He reached up, and with his hand soaked in my juices, gently rubbed my cheek, massaging his saliva, and my tears, and my wetness into my face like lotion. My face smelled of my own sex. I turned my head away. He grabbed my chin, and forced my head back, looking deep into my eyes. "What's wrong? Doesn't that feel good? Don't you like it when a man touches you there? I can tell you do, you filthy whore. You're all wet for me. You reek of it, you sick bitch." He licked my other cheek, and then whispered in my ear, "Right now, you're my filthy whore, got that? I can smell your pussy. I can smell your fear. You're going to be a good little whore for me, aren't you?" He grabbed my nipple and twisted it fiercely until I cried out. He let go, and as the pain subsided, my nipple throbbed, a hypnotic pulse drilled into my chest, connecting with the heat rising from my crotch, and the pain from my backside.

I blinked back tears, not willing to give him the pleasure of seeing me break down, not willing to give him the benefit of a response. He smacked my face again, and fiercely bit my bottom lip, pulling me tight up against him by my crotch. I whimpered as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, a wet kiss of meanness and cruel intentions. He shoved me away from him, and I teetered precariously on my toes, hopping to keep my feet underneath me.

"Having trouble standing? Here, let me help you with that." He grabbed my right foot and bent it up at the knee, leaving me swaying on one foot. With the unmistakable "whoosh" of his switch, he smacked the sole of my foot. I cried out in agony, trying to wrench my leg away from him, but his hands held firm like a vice. Again he struck, and again. The nerves in my foot were on fire, and the exquisite agony spread up my legs. tap tap tap, the staccato rhythm that had become so familiar to me, drove into my foot, and up my leg, shooting signals of white hot pain lancing into my brain. I shrieked out loud. Just as my left knee began to buckle, and I knew I would fall, he let go of my foot, and I caught myself, gingerly stepping on my abused foot. I took a ragged gasp. He grabbed my left foot, leaving me balancing on my freshly beaten foot, and proceeded to repeat the process. I felt like I was dancing on hot coals, and the flames threatened to consume me, and reason escaped me. There was no time or space, there was only him, and the pain on my feet, and the wind on my tender ass, and my mutinous pussy, throbbing in rhythm, as if keeping cadence with his switch.

Then suddenly, there wasn't even that. He set my foot gently on the ground, and I stood, once again, on my toes, taking deep gulps of air, shuddering uncontrollably, tears fresh in my eyes again. I rapidly blinked, willing them back. 

I could feel the heat emanating from his body behind me. "For your sake, I'd try to stay on your toes," he warned me. I nodded my head. 

He smacked my ass with his hand, with enough force to cause me to take a step forward or risk losing my balance. With a loud snap, the switch tore into the front of my thighs. I writhed, crying out. With the familiar staccato of the tap tap tap, he continued striking the front of my legs with his evil switch, and smacking my ass with his hand in counter-point harmony. I moaned in agony. "I told you not to move, you dumb cunt, can't you hear me? Do I need to talk louder?" He punctuated that last question with a searing lash of the switch that had me shrieking anew in torment. 




A Walk in the Woods



He grabbed a handful of my hair, and with a fierce yank, pulled me tight against him. He wrapped one hand around my chest and squeezed, and dropped the switch from his other hand, grabbing instead a handful of my moist cunt. I whimpered audibly. "Oh," he breathed, "I think you like being my whipping post, you sick girl." He slid his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I leaned into him, not bothering to struggle anymore, knowing it was futile. He rubbed my clitoris, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until, against my own will, I was writhing against him like a bitch in heat, as delicious pleasure slowly creeped up and over me, and oh god it felt so good, I couldn't help myself. "That's it," he growled. "I know you like this now." 

I felt completely and utterly betrayed, as an orgasm tore through me, and I came, right then and there, in his arms, wrenching and turning, gasping and crying out as the surging waves of unwanted pleasure burned me to the core. If it weren't for his strong arm holding me tight, I would have collapsed. When I was finally able to stop shuddering, he reached his hand up, drenched with my cum, and smeared it all over my face.

"Oh, you are such a fucking slut, now." With that last jibe, he lifted me off my feet, loosened the noose and slid it off my neck, and shoved me forward onto the ground below me. I was too exhausted to fight, and still quivering from the orgasm he'd torn from me. The ferns were velvet against my face, and each breath I took smelled of the rich and loamy earth.

I had no chance to recover.

The next thing I felt were his hands pulling me up onto my knees, and then his cock shoving deep into my wet pussy, completing the immense violation. I cried out. He shoved my face into the ferns, and grabbing my tied hands like reins, fucked me hard and fast and deep. I tried to struggle, but he kept shoving me back down, and oh god, oh god, it felt so good, his cock pounding deep in me, and with each thrust, he pounded white hot heat into me, spreading out from my rebellious cunt like a plague. I couldn't stop him, I couldn't stop it. My body revolted against me, and I came with a cry and a sob. And so I knelt there, as he used me like nothing but a fuck toy, and I came again and again as he rode me, and smacked my ass and pulled my hair, until finally he was spent, and he came deep inside me. I could feel his cock pulse when he did, in unison with my pussy.

He slid out and pulled up his pants. I just lay there, feeling utterly forsaken, and utterly mortified, and utterly alive, as every nerve on every inch of me boiled. I could feel his semen creeping out of my pussy. I was beyond caring.

"Get up, bitch," he barked.

With trembling limbs, I managed to get to my knees, and then wobble slowly to my feet. Cum dripped down my leg; mine and his, intermixed. I sniffled.

"Stop that, you whiny brat," He scoffed. I just looked at him, hoping that whatever he had in mind was near its completion, hoping that soon I could go.

"What?" he demanded. "Do you have something to say?"

"P - please," I stammered. "I've done everything you've asked. Please let me go."

"Who says I'm done with you?" He slapped me hard. my head snapped back. He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me closer. "What do you have to do that's more important than me, whore? You're my whore, remember? Or do you need a refresher?" He picked me up again, and slid the noose around my neck, sinching it down tight once more, and stood me on my tiptoes.

"No, no," I begged. "Please no. I just - I just...." I fumbled for words. "I have to pee!" I cried, with a sob.

"Aw," he said with false sympathy. "Here, let me help you." With that, he undid his belt, whipped it out of his beltloops, and whacked me solidly across the back with it. I winced in pain. He whacked me again. And again. I yelped, and jerked, trying desperately to turn away, knowing my efforts were futile.

"You better hurry up and pee, bitch. I don't know about you, but I can keep this up all night." He kept striking me with his belt, bringing fire anew coursing across my backside.

With a wracking sob, I unleashed a flood of steaming urine, running down my leg, mixing with the cum, pooling into a warm, muddy puddle at my feet, and he continued to strike me until at last I was finished.

"Why must you make things so hard on yourself?" He chided.

I panted. He put his belt away. I was humiliated beyond words, but oh so relieved at the same time. 

Once again, he bent down and ziptied my ankles. He untied the rope from the tree, and slipped the noose off of my neck. He wrapped up the rope, securing it to his belt, and picked me up like I was a sack of garbage, hefting me over his shoulder, and carried me out of the woods. I could hear the sounds of the river ahead. We must have been going back to his boat.

We finally reached the shore, and he gently set me down on the beach. He pulled out his knife, and sliced off the zip ties from my wrists and my ankles.

He stepped away to the boat. "Catch," He said, tossing me a bag. I reached in and found a towel. I waded into the freezing water, and quickly washed off as much of the dirt and grime and cum and urine off me as I could. The cold water stung my scratches, but soothed my bruises. I splashed my face, feeling immensely refreshed.

He gently helped me climb into the boat, and wrapped a warm blanket around me.

"I have a change of clothes back in the van," he told me, kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey," I whispered to him.

"Yes?" he looked up at me, as he started the engine.

"When we get home, can I take a bath, and next time, can you please bring toilet paper?" I smiled at him.

He laughed and smiled back at me. "I did bring some, baby, but after you kneed me in the balls and hit me with that stick, I didn't feel like playing nice."

"What? But you told me to fight back!" I protested.

He laughed again. "Yes, but I didn't say there wouldn't be consequences for it."

"Thank you, that was fun," I smiled, utterly exhausted and spent.

He winked at me. "Any time." 



A Walk in the Woods



It wasn't a river. I guess stream would be the best word for it. Two inches to two feet deep, depending on where you were standing, and only about 30 feet wide. When my wife started wading down it, I had no intention of following. I was wearing sneakers and was happy to stand on the bank and watch as she made her way against the current. It was more than 15 minutes before she disappeared around a bend and by that time I had stopped watching her to talk to my friend Scott.

My wife and I and two other couples had been driving around the state park all morning. There was just enough room for all of us in Scott's SUV and by the time we had stopped at a campsite by this stream, the heat and cramped quarters were wearing on us all. When I looked back to the stream from my conversation, Susan was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't worried, she was probably just out of sight around the nearest bend.

Behind us, Scott's wife, Rachel, called for him in a whiny sort of voice. She had been the worst of the bunch all day. Complaining about the heat and the bugs, and she wasn't even crammed in the back seats like Susan and me. She had the front. She was a fine looking woman, but I don't know how Scott put up with her. I had dated Rachel for a week back in college, but even her spectacular tits weren't enough to keep me in that relationship.

Scott walked back up to the road, and I bent down to look at the rocks on the shoreline. Time passed as I picked over the water-smoothed rocks, admiring their colors and smooth shapes. I wasn't wearing a watch, but when I looked up and still didn't see Susan, I started to worry.

I figured she was probably fine, but decided to go after her, just in case. My shoes were waterproof, so I did my best to stay to the shallow edges of the stream. In some places I had to clamber back up on the bank and wade through grass up to my waist. After several minutes, I reached the bend in the stream. It turned out to be the joining of two other streams. I looked down both sides of the fork, but didn't see Susan.

I was left with no choice at this point but to cross the stream. I took off my shoes and socks and left them on a patch of sand at the water's edge. Then I hiked up my shorts and headed in. I could see a fair way down one branch, so I picked the stream that turned the bend, hoping that Susan would be just out of sight. It took a frustratingly long time to wade across the wide junction, but when I finally rounded the corner, I still couldn't see Susan.

My heart rate was up now, and despite the cool water, I was sweating profusely. In the middle of the stream, the rocks were piled high enough to come up out of the water. I climbed the small hill and looked around. Still no sign of Susan, but then a sound behind me startled me. I whipped around to see my wife coming out from behind a fallen tree on the stream's edge.

"Were you worried?"

"I was."

"Really? That's so sweet."

She smiled at me as I waded back into the water and then out onto the bank to meet her. When I reached her, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me firmly on the lips. Then she backed away and pouted, "I am so sick of listening to Rachel whine."

"I hear you. It's nice to be more than a couple feet from them."

"Really? I'd have thought you'd want to stick around so you could keep an eye on those melons."

"Whatever. You know she drives me nuts, and besides, your breasts are much nicer." Now, it's true, Rachel had lovely cans: large, round, supple—we had only dated for a week, but I had made good use of the time—but I wasn't lying. I was well acquainted with my wife's rack and though it was smaller than Rachel's, I was much more fond of Susan's.

To punctuate my statement, I reached out and took hold of Susan's left breast. I pulled my fingers from base to tip and pinched the nipple through her shirt. Then I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. "You know," I said, "besides those four losers at the car, there's probably no one else for miles."

"We're not having woods sex." I only looked at her. "They might come looking for us. And besides, sound carries really well out here." I reached up under her shirt and bra and took both breasts into my hands this time. She made as if to push me away, but her heart wasn't in it. 

My heart rate, which had dipped when I found Susan, began to climb again. I caressed her breasts and kissed her again.

"I mean it," she argued, but just barely. She let me cut her off with my lips. I gently tweaked her right nipple while my right hand made its way out from under her shirt and began unfastening her shorts. As they fell down around her ankles, she leaned back against the fallen tree, then reached down and grasped the bulge in the front of my shorts. I had time for a soft moan before she reached for my zipper. With my fly open, she freed my now hard cock from my boxers.

It sprang outward and she giggled. I brought my right hand back up to her tits and dropped my left down to her crotch. I felt for her clit through the fabric of her panties and began to rub gently. It was only moments before the dampness soaked through and wetted my fingers. Susan was breathing heavily now and leaned into my neck.

"You smell...good."

I pulled her panties aside and thrust myself into her. She stifled a gasp as her feet were lifted briefly off the warm sand. I rocked back and forwards, in and out of her. She had a gentle grip on my balls and I had lifted her shirt to nibble her nipples. Both of us were quickly building towards climax, burning off the tension and stress of the day. Suddenly, the soft sand shifted under my feet. I stumbled backwards slightly and pulled Susan towards me. She tripped over her shorts, still around her ankles. My dick slipped free of her and we tumbled down the sandy bank into the stream.

Normally we would have laughed or screamed, or something, but at the moment, we were enraptured by each other. My penis was throbbing, aching to burst, and I could tell by her panting that she was as near to cumming as I. I grabbed her and laid her against the bank, waist down still in the water. I found her snatch and slid back in. One or two gentle pushes, then I thrust into her as deeply as I could. She screamed and the walls of her vagina clenched. The water was cold, but my body was hot as my load came streaming out of me. I shuddered with every burst of it. Driving into her each time.

After a minute we relaxed and let ourselves slip apart. The water washed us clean as we laid next to each other on the bank.

"How are we going to explain the water...and the noise?" I shrugged.

"We tripped?" 



A Walk in the Woods



Late Friday afternoon, after a nice meal unfortunately taken alone, I decided to take a walk in the woods behind my house. The pine needles were crisp and crackled under foot as I walked along. It was early evening and the sun was still quite high in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Going deeper into the woods, I got past the pines and into a thick patch of oaks and sweetgum trees. They were dense enough to retard the undergrowth. I had never ventured through these woods before, but I consider myself experienced in the outdoors enough to not get lost. 

I was following what appeared to be a rather well used path. It was sandy, with very few weeds or grass growing in it. It had two clear ruts forming the main pathway, with an occasional small clearing on one side or the other. Further into the woods, the trees thinned out, and there was more undergrowth around the trees. Past the undergrowth, I could see that there were occasional clearings just off the path. The woods weren't real hilly, having only a few small rises, just enough to give a nice panoramic view from the clearings. Up ahead, I saw a larger clearing off to the left, just a small distance from the path, but far enough that it wouldn't be seen from right next to it. A small flock of birds flew up in frenzy from the far edge, as if startled by something approaching. 

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, and wanting to see across the small valley, I decided to cut through the underbrush and explore the clearing. The thought that it might have been a wild animal that startled the birds never occurred to me. Just short of the clearing, there was a denser pocket of trees with no undergrowth. I cut across toward the clearing. As I neared the clearing, I heard the distinct rustle of something moving across the bed of leaves not too far in front of me. Curious, I started walking in the direction of the sounds. As I neared the edge of the clearing, the sounds stopped. I froze in my tracks and listened intently. After a few seconds, I heard someone faintly humming. I carefully approached the sound, being careful to be as silent as possible. The clearing turned out to be a dried up lake. Along the edge were some medium to large rocks, so neatly arranged that I wondered if they had been deliberately placed there. Not ten feet in front of me sat the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Slim with a slightly round tummy and pear shaped hips, she appeared to be about five feet tall. She was sitting on the second rock with he feet propped up on the first rock, which was slightly smaller. 

I quietly crept closer, holding my breath, hoping that I wouldn't make any noise. When I was about three feet from her and right behind the last row of trees, I knelt down to watch. She had pulled her shoes off, and was now taking her jeans off. She didn't have any panties on. She neatly folded her jeans and put them on top of her shoes on the smaller rock. She then climbed up to the top of the larger rock, turned straight toward me and put her feet almost right beside her hips. Her legs were spread wide, giving a clear view of her crotch. She reached down and rubbed her vaginal lips, parting them. Then she put her hands next to her feet and leaned over looking into her crotch. Her hips tightened slightly, and she started peeing. At first all she got out was a small trickle, but it soon grew into a flood, shooting completely off the rock. 

She reached down with her left hand and let her stream spray across her palm and through her fingers. She stopped humming and started talking softly, as if carrying on a conversation with her crotch. I thought only men talked to their privates, I thought as I boldly crept a little closer. She was calling her crotch her beauty spot, and telling it that she wished there was a man there to watch. As her stream grew in intensity, I boldly spoke out that I would love to get closer and watch, or even help. Se stopped peeing, and looked around, asking who was there. I simply said that it was I, and I didn't mean to interrupt her relief.

She told me to come on out, since I had already been watching. I stood up and walked right up to her. Her titties were sticking out about an inch, making two neat little tents in the front of her sweatshirt. I told her that my name was Jim, and that this was my first walk in these woods. She said her name was Mary, and that she lived about a mile away on the other side of the woods, and walked through them almost every day. I asked her if she always came to this clearing and peed, and she said that she not only came here nearly every day, that on Saturdays, she came here early in the morning and sunbathed totally naked. 

She looked back down at her crotch and started peeing again. Without looking up, she asked me if I thought that watching a woman pee was a pretty sight. I said that this was my first time ever seeing it, but yes I thought that is was real pretty. She asked me if I dated much, and I told her that I didn't have much luck with women, and hadn't dated for a few years. 

Mary asked me to take off my clothes. She stopped peeing, and it didn't look like she was finished, It looked more like she stopped again. As I put my clothes with hers on the other rock, I casually said that I thought that women couldn't start and stop peeing. She said that she used it as an exercise to strengthen her muscles, which she had read about it in a book. 

She had me stand directly in front of her and told me to watch close. Then she asked me if she could pee all over me. I said that I had never done that, but it sounded like fun to go ahead. She slid her left hand down to her crotch and pulled the top of the slit up toward her belly button. As she started peeing again, instead of hitting the rock, it shot straight out and splashed on my chest. As her stream gained intensity, she wiggled her finger so that her stream played across my chest. She relaxed her tugging slightly and let her stream wend its way down my chest to my cock. I instantly grew rock hard. She giggled and said that she needed to quit that, because I wouldn't be able to pee for her while I was stiff. 

Wondering how she knew so much about men, I asked her if she was married. She told me that she had recently divorced, after her husband spent a two-week vacation in Los Angeles with an eighteen year old girl, while supposedly on a business trip. A friend of hers was there on vacation after her divorce, and happened to end up in the same hotel. She followed him to his room and took pictures of them coming and going. One night he had failed to get the door closed, and she got pictures of them naked, petting in front of a fake fireplace. He was sucking or her titties and she managed to get a clear picture of his face when she raised her arm up. She had the papers filed taking everything away from him except the house note and credit card bills by the time he got back. It was over before he even realized how she caught him. In court, he tried to claim that the pictures were faked, saying that she was too dumb to manage to take them. When she called her friend to testify, he quickly dropped his fight and agreed to everything. 

As she quit peeing and sat down on the rock, she beckoned me closer. She put her arms around me and asked me to pull her sweatshirt off so that her titties could enjoy the warm sun before it faded. As I slid the shirt up to her shoulders, two pert C sized breasts popped out, having been freed from the only thing holding them captive. Mary smiled at me and said that she hated underwear, and really she hated clothes also, preferring to go naked as much as possible. 

I asked her if I could feel her titties, and she said that she hoped that I would. I gently ran my hands across her breasts. As my fingers touched her titties, they swelled up even more, getting puffy and firm. The contrast between the soft silky breast and firm puffy nipple was driving me crazy with desire. Mary pulled my hands off and put them on her hips. At first, I thought that maybe I had angered her, or touched more than I should have. My fears were quickly alleviated when she took her right breast and offered it to me, pulling me into it with her other hand. She wrapped her legs around me and hoarsely whispered for me to enjoy eating her nipple. I hungrily lapped and sucked on it until my jaw hurt. 

She slid down off of the rock and retrieved a knapsack from behind the rock. Out of it came two cold sodas. She handed me one and proceeded to drink the other. It'll make us have to pee more, she said as she quickly finished hers. I downed mine as fast as I could. She stepped behind me and pressed her chest into my back. The warm softness of her breasts against my back was so refreshing that I forgot everything else. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and asked me to pick up her knapsack and put it on top of our clothes. As soon as I set it down, she took my cock in her hands and said that she wanted to aim it while I peed. I already had to go when I started into the clearing, and the soda had worked its magic on my bladder. It felt like it was about to burst. I asked her where should I aim, and she said that she would take care of the aiming, all I had to do was just let her see me pee. She also said that she wanted a lot of pee. As I started peeing, she twisted my cock around and wrote her name in the sand by the rock. Then she squeezed it 'til I couldn't pee, and asked me to hold it for a minute. She let go of me, and sat down, leaning back against the rock. She told me to try to hit both titties and her crotch at least twice before I ran out of pee. I managed two loops around her, and a third pass on her titties before it slowed to a dribble. 

Mary leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, and started to rub her crotch furiously. As she built up to an orgasm she hoarsely said that she always tried to orgasm after she peed. After she orgasmed, I sat down beside her and asked her if she wanted to pee on me some more, that it was actually fun. She got an excited look in her hazel eyes, and practically jumped up. She got over me and bent her legs slightly. She told me to hold her lips open, and as soon as I touched them, she started a stream of pee twice as strong as before. She sprayed all over my chest and worked her way down to my cock. As soon as her warm pee started splashing all over my cock, it grew rock hard again. I looked up and she was smiling, watching her stream play all over me. She had that slightly glazed look in her eyes again. 

I reached up and let her pee spray on my hand, making it splash all over me. She giggled and somehow strengthened her stream. This woman can pee a river, I thought to myself. As her stream weakened, she lowered herself down and slid my cock up inside of her. She was still peeing a little, letting it run down around my cock and balls. When her stream dried up, she put her hands on my shoulders and started sliding up and sown my cock. She grinned and said not to worry, she was on the every three-month shot. She wanted pleasure, not babies. Almost instantly, I orgasmed harder than I ever had. Granted, most of my orgasms were from solo sex, and precious few from having the pleasure of sex with a woman, I had once or twice had sex with a woman. Never had I had so much fun with a woman, nor had I ever orgasmed so hard and long. Mary collapsed down on me, pressing her titties into my chest. She wiggled from side to side, starting another erection. She smiled at me and told me that she not only loved feeling my cock inside of her, she liked feeling it grow inside of her. 

After a few minutes, she got up and asked me if I would help her get dressed. Fearing that our fun was over and I'd never see her again, I slowly got up and started dressing her. To make it last, I asked her to sit on the rock and let me completely dress her, not just help. She smiled and agreed, saying that it sounded like fun.

As soon as I was dressed, she pulled me into her and kissed me. Her tongue pried my lips wide open and explored my mouth, searching for my tongue. As soon as she found it, she started tapping the tip of my tongue with the tip of hers. She let go, and asked me if it excited me. I put her hand on my crotch, and presented her with a very stiff cock. I told her that I had more fun and pleasure today than I had ever had in my life. She said that if I enjoyed it so much, why didn't I go home and spend the night with her, and come back to sunbathe with her in the morning. I quickly agreed. As we headed out of the clearing and got back to the path, we noticed that the sun had set. The moon was nearly full lighting the pathway clearly. There was enough light to make clear shadows of two happy and very excited people walking down the path. 

Mary said that there never was anyone else out this late and suggested that we strip and walk home naked. I readily agreed and started to take my clothes off. She stopped me and said that I was supposed to undress her and she would undress me. I let go of my shirt, and let her pull my clothes off. She had convinced me to leave my underwear off earlier, so all I had on was my pants and shirt. As soon as she finished, I slowly slid her blouse off, enjoying the moonlight softly lighting up her breasts. I knelt in front of her and slid her jeans off, kissing the front of her crotch as soon as it appeared over the jeans. She said that I would have to repeat that as soon as we were inside, that she had never had that done to her. I said gladly, and slipped my tongue all the way into her crotch. She moaned and told me to hurry up so that we could get home fast. She was trembling slightly. I held her close, and massaged her back until she managed to calm down slightly. 

As we approached the edge of the woods, I could see three houses. Two had lights showing in some windows, the middle one was dark, except for the front porch light. Mary said that if we went in the back door, nobody would see us. We cut across the first lawn, still totally naked; Mary laughed and said that it would be funny if the old coot that lived there happened to look out as they walked across his back yard. She called him a lecherous old nut, saying that she had caught him trying to peek in her windows a couple of times. We cut across her back yard and went in her back door. She went straight to her refrigerator and got out two more sodas. She laughed and said they were to prime our pumps. She sat them on the coffee table and neatly hung our clothes in her hall closet. 

I looked around and took in a fantastic view. Not a speck of untidiness could be seen anywhere. Everything was perfectly neat and clean. I didn't even see any dirty dishes or glasses in her sink as we went by. Even the pleats in her curtains were evenly spaced. Her carpet was soft to walk on. It squished down under my feet as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. She slipped her arm around my neck and said that since she had divorced, it seemed like men thought she was off limits or something. She couldn't get any to come around. She had tried flirting, and even once boldly asking, but no results. She laid her head over on my shoulder and said that she was so desperate that she had decided that the first man she got close to, was going in her bed, one way or another,

I asked her if she had tried solo sex, since she was having trouble getting a partner, and she said that she did two or three times a day, but it just wasn't as good as having a man inside of her. She admitted that she loved sex, and she was beginning to think that she wasn't going to be able to get any more. I assured her that she could have sex with me anytime that she wanted. She gave me a big hug, deliberately dragging her titties across my arm. Mary leaned forward and grabbed the sodas and popped them open. She handed me one and started drinking the other one.

Mary asked me how I learned about kissing a woman's crotch. I told her that I had some men's magazines, and they had pictures of men and women licking and kissing women's crotches. One even had an article telling how to best satisfy a woman, being careful to not cause pain. She spread her legs and put one behind me on the couch. Her crotch was now wide open and aimed directly at me. She asked me if I thought it was pretty enough to lick like the people did in my magazines. Staring at a thick mound of jet-black curly pubic hair made my cock rock hard. I wanted so much to run my fingers through it, feeling those curls waft through my fingers. Getting braver than I had ever been, I told her that I had learned a lot of things to please women, that I just never had the opportunity to try them. She leaned back and said that I could try all of them on her as long as they didn't involve pain. 

I turned towards her and started running my fingers through that beautiful pubic hair. I told her that causing pain didn't bring pleasure to either person, there was no need or use for it. I would rather feel her getting excited and orgasming than listen to her cry out in pain. As I gently tugged on a handful of her pubic hair, she grinned and slid a finger deep inside of her crotch. She wiggled it around and brought it up to her nose. She smiled and said that it smelled good, having both of our love juices on it. She licked it clean and sat up enough to get her soda without blocking my access to her crotch. As she leaned back on the arm of the sofa and sipped her soda, I changed from using my hand to running my tongue the full length of her crotch opening. I parted her lips with my tongue, finding the little opening for her pee to spray from. I wiggled my tongue across it, noticing that she had set her soda down and was trembling. She had her breasts in her hands, pinching her titties and moaning. She looked down and begged me not to stop. I went back to her crotch, this time concentrating on her clit. I nibbled and sucked on it until it was pink and firm. I backed up to look at it and was totally surprised at what I saw. Her clit was bigger around than a pencil, and now had a pink bump sticking out of the end. It had also grown nearly an inch. I slid my hands under her hips and gave them a squeeze as I returned my hungry lips to her clit. I licked and sucked it until she started screaming. I quickly quit and asked her if I was hurting her. She said no, please go back to it because she was about to have the best orgasm she'd ever had. I went back to sucking on it, feeling her push up hard against me, and orgasming.

In her building up to an orgasm, Mary had squirmed around to where both of her legs were up on the couch. I laid my head down on her thigh so that my face was only inches from he pubic hair. I lightly ran my finger through it, pushing it up to my chin reveling in how it felt as it dragged across me. She reached down and put her hand on my cheek, and said that she had to go pee, would I take her and let her pee on me again. I jumped up and told her that I'd love for her to pee on me again, that she could any time she wanted to. She stood up into my arms and gave me another passionate kiss, complete with meeting tongues. As we kissed, she wiggled from side to side so that her titties would harden and press into my chest. She asked me if it felt good, and I told her that it was one of the best feelings that I knew of. 

We went into her bathroom, and stepped into her tub. She had me sit down, and she squatted over my chest and let a solid stream of pee slam into my chest. She squirmed around so that it hit every part of me, including my cock. As soon as she started peeing, my cock got hard. She looked down at it and said that we needed to get into bed soon so that I could get it inside of her before it went soft again. I assured her that she was so beautiful that I wouldn't have any trouble making it hard enough to get it inside of her. 




A Walk in the Woods



She smiled and said that it going inside of her was exactly what she wanted. I reached up and ran my fingers all over her crotch as she finished peeing. Feeling her warm pee run down my arms was enough to make sure that my cock stayed hard all night. We went back to the couch, and she ducked her head and whispered that there was something she had always wanted to do, but never got the courage to try. I looked down at her auburn hair and soft satiny cheek, and thought to myself, here's a woman that will go out into the woods to get naked, loved running around her house naked, sunbathes naked, loves to play with watersports, was willing to impale herself on my erect cock the first time she ever saw me, and now was saying that there was something that she was hesitant to try? I asked her what it was and she made me promise not to laugh, and to tell her if I thought it was too gross to try. I agreed, and she said that she had often wondered what it would be like to take a man's cock in her mouth and suck on it. I told her that it was called oral sex, and men loved it, but I had never been lucky enough to have a woman do it to me.

She slid down to the floor and gingerly took my cock into her mouth. She was so gentle that I was afraid that I was going to orgasm as soon as she put her lips around it. She started sucking on it, and then tried sliding her mouth up and down it while she sucked. When it hit the back of her throat, I almost orgasmed. She started sucking harder, and I stopped her, saying that I couldn't hold back any longer. She frowned at me and told me not to hold back, that my orgasm was what she wanted to taste. I guided her back onto my cock, and as soon as she gave a deep suck, I orgasmed. Mary gulped and gulped, swallowing almost every drop. My cock popped out of her mouth, and she started grinning. She reached up and took my cock in both hands and licked it clean. She looked up at me and said that it was the best thing she had ever felt that now she understood what I meant about enjoying someone else's orgasm. 

Mary got up and disappeared into her utility room. She came out wit ha huge thick blanket. I had finished my soda and was about to die to go pee. She spread the blanket out in front of me, pushing the coffee table across the room. She stretched out on it and grabbed a small camera form next to her. She asked me to spray my pee all over her and let her take pictures of my cock spraying. By then, I couldn't wait to go to the bathroom, so I started spraying pee all over the blanket. She started snapping pictures as fast as her flash would allow. As I finished, she asked me to get on the floor and take some of her peeing at me. As she started peeing, she asked me if I had a computer. When I said yes, she said that she would copy the pictures over on to a CD, and give me a copy. She said that she would give me copies of her other pictures of her and her sister peeing and making out. I asked her if her sister would object to my having them, and she said no, that her sister was quite an exhibitionist, and wanted everyone that wanted her pictures to have them. She even has a web site with her naked and peeing pictures on it. 

When she finished, we went into her study and copied the pictures onto her computer. She showed me some of the pictures of her sister. I told her that her sister was pretty, but not quite as beautiful as she was. She grinned at me and said that I could enjoy her beauty any time that I wanted to. 

We spent the night making love, petting, and cuddling up against each other. The next morning, she dressed in short shorts with no underwear, and I put on my pants with no underwear and a sweatshirt of hers. It felt decadently fun to be wearing her clothes, and I imagined what the picture on the front of the shirt looked like with her full titties poking out. We quickly hiked to the clearing and stripped. We spread a blanket down and stretched out on it, holding each other close. We dozed for a little while since we had gotten little sleep the night before. Around noon, we sat up and ate a picnic lunch. We finished our picnic by taking turns peeing all over each other and laughing.

The sun was starting to get hot, so we moved into the shade for a little while and curled up in each other's arms. Mary turned sideways to me and put her head in my lap and was playing with my cock. She said that her husband wouldn't let her play any games like that, and was only in plain missionary sex with the lights out. She said that she had so much sexual energy stored up inside that she was afraid that she was going to explode all over everywhere. I told her that I understood fully, since I had little luck in finding a partner. I told her that normally I was too bashful around women to suggest anything, and the idea of trying a come-on line was repulsive. That apparently no woman was attracted to me, so there was no need to try trickery. She rolled over so that her face was almost against my belly and said that she was attracted to me and that not only could I be totally frank with her, I could ask her for anything. 

Feeling light-headed and somewhat brave from the warm wine that they had with lunch, I brazenly asked her if I could move in with her so that we could run around naked together. I fully expected to hear her say no. Her house was in the more upscale part of town, and I had always lived in the lower class neighborhood. I was totally surprised when she said that she had been trying all morning to figure out a way to ask me to move in with her, since she had never had so much fun with anyone, and didn't want to give it up. We moved back into the evening sun and watch the sunset from the highest rock we could climb, wrapped in each other's arms. 

Sunday morning we went to town in her limousine, and rented a truck. We had brunch at an outdoor café, then went to my house and loaded up all of my belongings. Monday morning I put my house up for sale, and had my telephone moved to her study, putting it in both names. Her sister Kate came over to celebrate with us. While we ate supper, Mary told her how we met, and that she had given me the pictures of her. She said that she looked forward to a live performance real soon. For now, Mary and I are busy keeping each other happy and satisfied, but we promised Kate that soon she would be invited to join us on a Saturday picnic.



A Walk in the Woods



That evening Albert Hall took a stroll. "Physical activity is a prerequisite for a healthy mind." he was fond of declaring, "The languishing of sinew and muscle is all too relevant to the degeneration of the brain."

Not that he was overly extravagant with his exercise. He was small and unctuous and his lump-like bulk was too ungainly to carry him far beyond the village boundary, so he partook of his constitutional in the small wooded spinney behind the church.

He had never come to terms with the poor opinion his wife had of him. The two of them had not enjoyed any kind of marital relationship for months. Not since he'd suggested doing something other than an act for possible procreation at bedtime. The idea of sodomy had appalled her. It was unnatural she'd said. She'd called him a disgusting pervert and had actually suggested he was homosexual.

Stuff and nonsense of course. A cruel jibe and blatantly untrue. The woman had no sense of adventure. Everything he did was innocently driven by a desire to extend well-known boundaries and experience the untried.

He became lifted from his reverie when he became aware of two people a short way ahead of him on the woodland path. Mrs Ambridge and Mrs O'Toole, two of his wife's dreadful allies.

He tutted in irritation. They had paused to gossip, and on drawing level he would be obliged to pass the time of day with them. And of course that would give Mrs Ambridge the chance to complain about her gout, and allow Mrs O'Toole the opportunity to describe her appendectomy, which she was convinced had involved the removal of half her stomach.

Veering off to avoid them he took a less used path through the trees, and the leafy track took him past the crumbing remains of an ancient Saxon church. 

Saxon church? That was pure hokum put about by the locals trying to drum up tourist trade. The truth was in the parish records, which described the building that had once stood there as a simple cottage that had been erected in the 19th Century. Apparently it had been a place of ill repute for the whole of its existence, owned by two sisters of easy virtue and frequented by wealthy farmers and anonymous, cloak shrouded gentry during the failing light of each evening.

Shame they were both gone, thought Albert moodily, they probably wouldn't have made such an almighty fuss about a little bit of sexual adventure.

The broken walls of the ruin loomed to the side of him like the stump of a gigantic rotten molar, barely shoulder height now and covered with lichen and every other kind of natures sepsis. Overhead a black and white jay screeched its annoyance at being disturbed, but it wasn't himself that had disturbed it. He heard other noises, indistinct muffled sounds that he interpreted as somebody up to no good. Amorous frolicking he waged -- some persons marital treachery with a neighbour perhaps, or a pair of randy teenager's surrendering to lust.

Curiosity and a generous helping of voyeuristic licentiousness lead him away from the path. He threaded his way forward to where the trees gave way to a thicket, and then his piggy-eyes widened and brightened as he saw the first expanse of bare flesh. An elderly man and an attractive young woman sprawling amorously together on the grass at the base of a crumbling stone wall, clothing dishevelled, hands clutching wildly.

Finding a patch of bush that would screen him from those he was observing he parted it to gain a better, closer view; and then his mouth fell open in a long wide gape. The man he recognised at once as his wife's brother Henry, he knew him well enough and he knew most of the females in the locality too. So who was the flighty young madam with him making so freely with her favours?

Suddenly he caught his breath. He did know who she was. The spread-eagled girl pressing so lively against his brothers stout body was Lily, barely nineteen and Henry's own daughter.

Goodness, thought Albert Hall, speechless and astounded and uncertain of what to do. He simply stared at his disgusting brother frolicking with the product of his own loins. Henry was caressing every lush curves of Lily's body, touching everywhere, skimming his hand over all kinds of intimate dips and hollows.

What he should have done of course was to strut out to where they could see him and put a stop to such repugnant goings on. Yes, that's what he should have done, that would be the right thing to do. The trouble was that although Henry was as broad in the beam as he was himself, he was more energetic and aggressive, and there was a definite chance of getting a thump on the nose.

However, Albert's own sinful, brazen thoughts ruthlessly intruded on any idea he had to depart the scene. The vivid image of the two of them together and what they were doing gave him a thick, rampant hard-on, the best he'd known for ages.

Hunkering down he sheepishly began to monitor the event, moving a branch of gorse out of the way to gain a better view. The sight of Henry's debauchery was exquisite.

Within a few moments Lily was stretched out on her back and her father's trousers had been unhitched and were down. Henry's partially undressed thighs made a grotesque sight, but when his rump and thighs began rising up and plunging down between Lily's legs with great vigour all the unsightliness became forgiven. The girl was half-naked herself by then, the calves of her legs resting on the mans shoulders as he pushed his considerable asset in and out of what must have been a very stretched, young pussy-hole. 

Knowing Henry's fat cock was ploughing the girl seemed deplorable to Albert. It was gross. But it was exciting too. Unacceptable but lovely. It was every hot, lascivious scenario he'd ever envisioned. It represented every carnal thought that had passed through his mind. Every erotic daydream he'd ever had.

It was a raunchy sight that soon had his own randy peg stirring. He could feel it pushing against the insides of his trousers, so he made himself comfortable, unbuttoned his fly and liberated the rearing flesh. Almost thoughtlessly he began to milk it. Wanting to remain inconspicuous, he thought it prudent to move as little as possible, but after the first few strokes he surrendered unconditionally to pumping furiously with his hand and trying to stifle his own unbidden sighs and moans.

Oh, Henry was decadent. Oh, Lily was an immoral tramp. Oh, what a picture they made. What would his dear upright wife have to say about this little scene? Wouldn't be so righteous with himself after seeing her brother pumping Lily, would she?

As he watched there was a shift that gave everything a whole new perspective. The big white whale of Henry tipped over onto his hip and then over onto his back, and Lily climbed up and sat astride him, her nubile thighs obligingly skewering down on his thick shaft. He had a clear view of everything. What a dick. He'd always suspected Henry had a couple more inches than he had, and he wasn't wrong. The man owned a monster.

The girl was moaning and sighing, but she wasn't being raped. Rather than struggling she was leaning back supported by her slim arms, and humping up and down while rolling her head in the moist agony of breathless pleasure. Moreover, the girl's slender bare knees were bent up and splayed out each side of the man's vigorous thighs and she was moving her hips in a subtle suggestive shunt. She appeared to be accepting his lust and meeting every degenerate lung.

He couldn't see everything in great detail, not as much as he would have wished, but he could imagine the girl's juicy, pink pussy stretching wide and sliding up and down Henry's big, porky rod. Henry had always boasted a good deal more cock than he had himself. 

Nevertheless, Albert's own somewhat less generous issue gave a couple of spasms and stood up like a truncheon as he watched the other man's palyderm dick stabbing up and down; in and out. 

"Ooh, daddy, you've got such a big one," cooed Lily, "It's the biggest one I've ever known."

Henry bucked his hips and made a noisy finish, guttural noises hissing out from between his clenched teeth. A few moments later he extracted his deflating prong. And yes, he did have a fine member. Elephantine seemed a fair description. 

As he lifted up from between the girls legs she gave a plaintiff final gasp. "Ooow, aaah! Ooooh, Daddy!"

Albert knew he should have disappeared then. Of course he should. But he'd crept rather too far forward while they were busy to make an unobserved exit right away, and so he was compelled to linger until they moved off.

But they didn't move off right away, not both of them. Henry said something to his daughter, took a moment to fasten his trousers, then walked off alone, leaving her sitting on the ground with her dress fully open at the front and her underwear several feet away on the ground.

Albert Hall eased his erection back into his trousers and prepared to slink away, but the girl's previous distraction had departed and now she saw him.

"Uncle Albert!"

Her shocked exclamation struck him like a bullet and he shuddered. Having been spotted he now felt obliged to play out a farcical game of righteous indignation, and he wheeled about and walked towards her.

"Was you watchin' us Uncle Albert?" the girl asked, climbing to her feet and pulling her dress across her body.

"Not from any desire to do so, I assure you," growled the man, suddenly defensive and red-faced, "But only because the Lord set my foot on the path to witness abomination. I saw everything, and what you were doing with your father was vile and reprehensible. Have you no shame girl? Did you learn nothing from Sunday School?"

He had thought to shroud his own guilt in a ponderous, pious sermon worthy of a vicar, but his words quickly stuck like jam in his mouth. The girl swung her face away to avoid his stare. "Daddy gives me presents, an' mum says its all right to do stuff with him as long as we're careful."

Such uninhibited words came as a surprise to Albert Hall. A shuddering heat ran through him and he made a desperate face and ran his fingers through his thinning hair. "What a story. You are a tease."

Lily slanted him a flirtatious glance and asked him seductively, "Am I?"

Albert despaired. These modern young girls were different to the one's he'd known as a child. All the anatomical secrets of a male were known to them even before they left school. "How am I to save you?" he asked.

Unruffled by his upbraiding, Lily's eyes scanned the front of his trousers, at once noticing the unmistakable tenting. Albert's still-hard erection mocked him. He was a man with a healthy sexual drive, and he had been celibate for far too long.

Lily studied it sceptically before allowing the front of her dress to fall open and reveal a generous portion of the slender female body within its drapes. She was an extraordinarily attractive thing, smooth and bewitching. The vulval mound at the apex of her thighs was well defined with pubic hair, while two breasts little bigger than half lemons and looking soft and malleable, stood out from her chest.

When she raised her eyes they were unafraid and immediately locked onto his. "D'yer wanna have a go with me, uncle?"

Unable to respond quickly to such unexpected candidness from one so young Albert licked his lips. Her words ate at him like acid, his lips unable to rest until they laid bare the excitement he was trying to conceal. "Well, erm - er, perhaps just for a little while, if you've no objection." he replied, glossing over the husky catch in his voice.

Suddenly in a hurry he brushed the dress from her shoulders and ogled her youthful body, naked now and shamelessly exposed. "Daddy likes me to suck his knob 'fore he starts." Lily murmured wickedly, "Do you want me to do that for you?"

"Oh, erm, er -"

"It's all right uncle, I don't mind doin' it." she said as she clambered down onto her knees and set about dragging the stiff flesh from the front of his trousers.

The moment his rigid penis was liberated she grabbed hold of it and in an aggressive move he hadn't anticipated, she took it in her hand and encircled it with a slow, squeezing stroke that made his entire body shake. Slowly, while jinking the solid meat in her hand and observing the flaring meatus of its fat, round tip, she then wiped the broad bulb up and down her cheeks.

The girl appeared to smile as she played games with his manhood, but she applied her lips quite firmly when she placed the tip into her mouth. Then her head bobbed back and forth, and she proved herself just as adept as any fast woman he had ever known.

"Does yer wanna slop over me face, Uncle Albert?" she asked as she drew her head back.

Henry had taught her to perform in an exemplary manner and she was utterly without any sense of shame, and it was a great temptation to hose-off all over her sweet upturned face and spread a trail of cum around her nose and mouth. Perhaps another time, thought Albert. Unfair cruel criticism of his sexual orientation compelled him on this occasion to prove he was still capable of fornication with a female.

He urged her to lay on her back, then climbing down himself he knelt between her splayed legs, looking up the length of her body towards her face and searching for any sign of disapproval. There were none. Her dress was hiked up around her hips, giving him an unobstructed view of the pink, pouty lips down there -- all for his taking.

with Lily's charms fully exposed Albert stroked the tip of his penis down the crack of her split peach and rolled it insistently against where instinct directed him. The entrance of her gash was slightly open as a result of her daddy's recent monumental visit, and as he pushed forward and wormed his stiff member against it the delicate flesh parted to embrace the head of his penis with moist, clinging heat.

A breathless sigh evacuated between his lips. Conscious only of his own elation, Albert burrowed forcefully, and as his flesh slid deeper he felt the girl's flesh expand to form a cloying ring about the its girth.

"Oh, umm - umm!" Lily nibbled her lip and squinted up at him as the exocrine composition of her vagina surrendered to his advance, its flesh seeming to grip him and mould around every nodule and indentation of his penis with semi-liquid tenacity.

Albert grunted too. It had been ages since he'd last had carnal relations with a female, and as his manhood slicked in and out of her all encompassing, narrow tunnel he realised he'd almost forgotten how pleasant it could be. More than pleasant with having the use of the tender bodied young darling he was squeezing into at that moment. Such a slender young body. Such a tight, smooth chute gripping his thick, watering stalk. As his penis slid easily back and forth he recalled seeing Henry's mammoth tool slimed with gooey juice, so he realised that things were doubtless lubricated by that man's considerable ejaculation.

"I'm not as big as your daddy." he gasped almost apologetically.

The girl's chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath, and her eyes were heavy lidded with arousal as her waif-like frame wriggled under the bulk of his belly. "That's all right uncle, you feel okay to me," she panted while starting to pump with her hips, "Move it inside me. Ooow, yes. Shove it right up, uncle. Dad gets me pills wot means I won't have babies, so you can fill me up to the brim with your spunky-stuff."

Albert pushed his hands under her arms and hooked his fingers onto her shoulders to hold her steady while he humped her. The delicious in and out jigging soon had him sucking his teeth. "My word, you're a right hot little sausage-taker an' no mistake. Good job you're taking something, 'cos I'm likely to fill you with a lot of little Albert's very soon."

Perhaps it was just habit, but he couldn't entirely put aside the attraction which fascinated him most, that being the indisputable allure of the youthsome bottom. Henry may have stolen his daughter's virginity, but he was prepared to wager a Sunday service collection he was yet to visit where he himself longed to go.

Gently, carefully, he extracted himself. "Turn over and get onto your knees, sweetheart. Let's try something else." he urged.

"Is you gonna do me the doggy-way, uncle?"

"The doggy-way? Well yes, a sort of doggy-way." he assured her as she clambered onto all fours.

Installing himself behind her he stroked her slim hips before drawing his hands back to find her lovely little cheeks were as soft as butter. Small in his broad hands, they were tempting, inviting. Just a small amount of superfluous youthful flesh to spread open in order to expose her little anus to the whim of his straining boner.

His fingers brushed across her little pucker, stroking and caressing it. Lily wriggled and her body jerked nervously. "Hey!" Undaunted he hauled her back and traced his swollen knob around the tiny rosette before pressing against it.

"Ahh, oh uncle, what are you doin'? I don't like that. I don't want it in my arse."

"Relax and you'll come to enjoy it, I assure you."

"Unnh! Wait 'til I get used to it then, an' don't do it too fast."

Lubricated only by a cocktail of the girls vaginal juice and Henry's semen Albert gave it his best effort, screwing in slowly but surely at first and loving the narrowness of the previously unsullied orifice.

Anguish registered on Lily's face because he wasn't entirely gentle. He moved in close, his hands taking a rough grip on her hips while his big tool pushed insistently into her bum-hole. The girl tried to let it in with minimal discomfort, but too slowly, and she squealed as a lengthy portion went in with just one thrust.

Albert couldn't seem to get close enough or deep enough. He pumped his hips forward and back, again and again, his every thrust heavier, harder than the one before. His heart thumped in his chest and his pulse surged, urging him on, taking him higher and higher.

He made a noise too. Breaking in fresh little bottoms was a chore he could never despise. Innocent pussy-holes certainly had some attraction, but he had to admit that his particular fascination lately revolved around shagging a young, virgin arse.

"Oooow unky," wailed Lily, "It hurts. Hurry up and finish."

Albert rejoiced. He was entirely wedged in the place he favoured most, and his excitement was suddenly unendurable. The girl's rear end was as snug as his own hand, and ecstasy permeated every nerve ending as he grasped her hips, heaved back, then shoved his cock as deep as it would go.

Lily squirmed and tried to stretch away, but he hauled her back and started to pump rhythmically. He was unable to hold things in long. The excitement was too intense. He felt his cock twitch inside the girl's bum, and he groaned with perverse relish as a rush of elation quivered through his limbs. In no more than a few moments a flood of semen gushed the length of his randy stem and proceeded to squirt a large sticky deposit into Lily's newly breached rectum.

For a while afterwards he convulsed and churned his thighs as raw pleasure consumed his consciousness, but then his senses began to recover and his vision cleared. 

"My word, but you have a talent you don't yourself recognise, Lily." he sighed. "Return here tomorrow and I'll help you to develop it."



A Walk in the Woods



Danielle woke up with the rising sun, the day already warm. Having been camping the last few days, she decided to go for a quick wash in the stream just down the hill from her campsite. Walking down to the water clad only in a tank top and short shorts, she quickly splashed some of the water on her face. The cool water felt so good, she stripped her shirt off and washed the grime and sweat off from the last few days. Giggling at the thought of being seen, but knowing that it wouldn't happen in the remote part of the woods she was in, she gently washed herself. As the cool water ran over her chest, her nipples slowly grew. 

Stopping for a moment, she admired her reflection in the water. She had always liked her breasts, though small, only a 32B, her lovers had always liked her nipples, and the perkiness of her breasts. The reflection of her face stared back at her from the water, her curly brown hair dangling to upper back, and clear blue eyes, another feature she loved, stared back at her. Deciding that with no one around, a little play time was not out of the question she began to caress her breasts, and began to rub and lightly pinch her nipples. One hand drifted across her flat stomach, stopping to play with her belly ring, before going further. Slipping her hand under the waistband of her shorts, and spreading her legs, she let out a small moan when she touched her clit.

Going just a bit further, she played with the pair of rings hanging from her inner lips, she loved to have them played with, lightly pulling and twisting. Her lovers had always been surprised, and then very happy she had those two piercings. Then sensations they caused for both parties was very enjoyable. Slipping one, then two fingers inside, she slowly, very slowly began to rub, still playing with one nipple, and then the other, she rubbed faster and faster. Not wanting to get too sweaty, she quickly began to rub her thumb across her clit as well. Stopping briefly to give the rings a tug, she went back to fingering herself until she climaxed.

Licking her fingers before picking up her shirt, she walked back to her campsite. Picking up her backpack, she packed a few bags a of trail mix, a couple of bottles of water, a trail map, compass and pocket knife. Putting on a pair of blue-jeans, a bra and a t-shirt, she sat down on a handy log and put on socks and sturdy pair of hiking boots. Getting up she grabbed her hat and set off for a hike. 

After an hour or two on the lightly used trails, she came upon a fork in the trail. Feeling adventurous, she turned left on the less traveled path and continued on her way. Crossing the top of a ridge, she stopped and rested a moment, letting the gentle wind blow in her hair. After consulting her map she continued on down the hill. The trees were thinner here, and she spent more time looking up at the trees and sky, and less at the ground. She never saw the rock, only knowing the one second she was striding along and the next she was rolling down the hill. The sudden bend in the trail did not help matters, and she rolled right over the edge and kept going down. Faster and faster she went, hitting trees and tearing through brush, her shirt and pants getting ripped. She saw the bottom of the ravine, but not the tree that her head smacked solidly into, knocking her out cold.

While unconscious, her body rolled just a bit further and stopped next to a very large and very odd looking plant.

Waking up a few hours later, at first all she did was lay there and take stock, limbs: attached, head: hurts like hell. Slowly turning her head, she saw her backpack just out of arms reach. Reaching for it and the bottle of pain meds inside, she found that she could barely move her arm. Looking down, she saw that her legs and arms were wound in some sort of green vive. Straining for the backpack and the knife inside, did little other then make her head ache worse.

Suddenly another vine came down from above, squinting into the sunlight, she could just make out a large, green leafy...thing. The vine waved about her head for a moment, before smearing some sort of sap on the gash on her forehead, continuing on to the scraps and cuts on her arms, the vine went to the cut on her stomach, covering that, it poked at her belly ring before going to her legs; then, it disappeared. A sudden wave of nausea hit, and she blacked out.

Coming to, she saw that the sun was much lower in the sky, and that she seemed to have moved. Now under a small overhang that must have formed during flash floods over the years, the plant thing had covered and wrapped her in vines, blocking the entrance along the way. Licking her dry lips, she looked about for her backpack. Peering through the dying light, she could just see the black bag about 20 feet away. Realizing that she could never reach it, she then started to examine the plant. 

While looking, the plant stirred a slightly different looking vine, shaped like well, a penis, approaching her face. Holding her mouth firmly shut, it poked at her mouth a few times, before another vine came up, and suddenly pinched her nose shut. Being unable to breath, it was only a matter of time until she gasped for air. The vine then shot into her mouth, but only a few inches, it then started to secrete some sort of sticky sap, tasting it and loving it she quickly started to suck in earnest.

After a minute a sudden gush of sap came. Realizing what happened, she giggled a bit, only to see two more vines coming at her. One looked almost identical to the first, but the other was bigger around, and had an oddly colored tip. The vines then slowly uncovered her. The second vine went straight for her mouth, and after considering, she opened, knowing that what happened with the first could easily happen again. The third vine however, began to poke at her body in several places. Going to her groin, it poked once or twice. Holding her legs firmly shut, it poked again. The vine seemed to get frustrated, as it kept poking harder and harder. Suddenly the vines holding her legs yanked her legs open, and the vine quickly poked at the one place she hoped in wouldn't go.

Seeming to realize the barrier of her pants, another vine wormed its way under the cuffs. Going up her legs and out the top, it flexed, and her pants just exploded. Another vine quickly followed suit with her shirt and bra, and she was suddenly naked, with a plant vine in her mouth, and another poking at her now very vulnerable crotch.

Opening her mouth to scream, the one in her mouth seized that opportunity to surge further down into her throat. The one at her crotch seemed puzzled by the rings there, poking at them a bit. Seizing upon her reprieve, she looked around for any way out of her predicament. Her attention was returned to the vine at her crotch when in suddenly pushed inside her slightly. Almost yanking her legs out of the sockets, the vines holding them only gripped tighter. 

Pushing in further, she could only shake as it kept on. Stopping after what had to have been a full 10 inches, the 2.5 inch thick vine stretching her further than she had ever gone. It slowly began to pull out, stopping just before it went all the way out, it pushed its way in again. After almost 5 minutes of this, her body began to betray her. The bulges and bumps on the tip, along with the ridges on its length that hit the pair of rings in her lips was simply too much. The vine, somehow sensing this slowly increased its pace. 

Two more vines like the ones holding her arms and legs wrapped themselves around her breasts and began to tease her nipples, lightly rubbing and pushing on them. The vine in her mouth reminded her of its presence by beginning to secrete the same substance as earlier. The one inside her suddenly began to twist and turn inside her and the first orgasm shook through her. The vines only continued the onslaught, taking her to pleasurable heights that she didn't know existed. The vine in her mouth suddenly stopped moving, knowing what would happen next, she started to swallow just as it started to pump. After almost 30 seconds it withdrew. 

The vine inside her kept up its pace, if anything speeding up. The next orgasm, stronger then the first, tore through her. Danielle, normally very quiet during sex, let out a scream of orgasmic bliss. This kept on for almost half an hour. Almost out of her mind with pleasure, she realized that the vine had slowed some, it suddenly surged forward into her, further then before, realizing that the sudden pinch she felt must have been it passing her cervix, it stopped and started to vibrate. Looking down the length of the vine she saw several small bulges head towards her, passing thru the entrance of her vagina, she felt a sudden warmth deep inside her. Thinking that it was over, she jumped when the vine vibrated all the harder, driving her to another orgasm, she almost missed the large bulge in the vine. She almost didn't see it shoot towards her. She definitely felt it though, as it lodged the entrance to her body. It pressed outwards upon her, pushing on her lips, causing a small amount of pain, before the vine slowly began to fuck in and out of her again. The bulge then shot into her and lodged deep inside. The vine then slowly pulled out of her, but caused one last orgasm as it brushed across her hyper sensitive opening. 

Gazing down upon her stomach, she could just see, or rather feel the bulge in her abdomen. Wondering what this thing inside her was, she began to cry. Suddenly cold in the night air, the vines wrapped about her again. Warmer, and tired after the ordeal, she cried herself to sleep.

Waking up the next day, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and realized that her hands were free. She looked down and saw that her feet were still bound. Seeing her backpack and realizing she was starving, she grabbed the pack and tore open a bag of trail-mix. Guzzling down the water, she remembered the knife. Dumping out the bag, she rifled through the pile. Seeing everything but the knife, Danielle decided that the plant, if she could call it that, must have removed it. Deciding that there was little she could do, she looked down at her stomach. Realizing that whatever it was inside her now looked bigger, she renewed her struggles to get away. The plant, taking notice of this, simply wrapped her up in vines again, and started to rub at her crotch. 

Only rubbing the outside, not penetrating at all, confirmed her worst fear that she was being used as a carrier for this thing. As the hours passed she fell asleep in the afternoon heat. Waking at dusk, she realized that she was free. The plant was standing tall, not a vine near her. Scrambling up, she grabbed what was left of her clothes and food, and ran off. After going a few hundred yards, she looked at her stomach and saw that she was even rounder. She bit back a sob. Reading the map in the fading light, she crawled back up the hill to the trail. She began to make her way back to her campsite. Walking in the moonlight, with a hundred different questions, fears, and worries, she made it to her campsite. Exhausted, she ate what was left of her food, drank what water she had left, and fell asleep. Waking with a start in the morning, she realized that once again she couldn't move. Looking down, she saw a green bit of vine coming out of her before disappearing in the ground. An occasional pulse would occur, and a little more vine would go in the ground. As the hours went by, and the sun climbed higher, Danielle began to get thirsty. Being unable to move, there was little she could do. Suddenly the thing inside her began to move around. It slowly but surly began to pull out of her by its root, and Danielle began to push to help, wanting nothing more than to get it out of her.

After several minutes, she became aroused, and it shook and squirmed over all the right places as it slowly made its way out. After 15 minutes and one orgasm later it was finally out of her. Scrambling back, she examined the plant. It looked exactly like a miniature version of the one in the ravine. Grabbing what clothes she had, and filling her water bottles from the stream, she began to hike back to the trail head and her car.

On the drive home, she considered going to the police, the hospital, someone.... but who would believe her? Getting inside her house, she jumped in the shower and began to wash herself, pulling her self open and feeling around inside herself, she could detect nothing wrong. It hadn't really hurt her, and provided better orgasms then she had ever had. Thinking about the whole thing, she became aroused, and began to masturbate. Deciding that the plant wasn't so bad, she decided that maybe she would have to go camping there again sometime.

End

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Hope you liked it, first real attempt at anything like this, constructive criticism would be appreciated.

MNredneck



A Walk in the Woods



All characters are of legal age.

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Chapter One: Right on time.

She got off the bus at the same time as yesterday and the day before. I had never noticed her around the neighborhood, but then again, retirement is new to me, and I find that I now have a lot of time on my hands. Time for observing, and she was so cute that it was hard not to notice her.

Light brown hair with a shag cut, and a cute body on about a 5'2" frame. She wore the same outfit as she had before; a short sleeved white blouse and a red plaid skirt, with white knee-high socks and brown loafers. Nice legs and an adorable butt too.

It was a pleasant fall day, with a bright sun that took the hint of chill out of the air. With the leaves changing colors, I thought it would be a perfect day to take a walk in the woods. The fact that the young lady had just gone through the little park and into the woods across from my house - well, that had a little something to do with my decision as well.

She was about 100 feet ahead of me, and as she went around the winding path into the denser part of the woods, she glanced back and saw me behind her. As she disappeared around the bend I picked up my pace, but despite that, when I got to where the path straightened out, she was gone.

I put my hands on my hips and tried to catch my breath after that mild exertion, wondering how she could have disappeared from sight so quickly, when I was startled to hear the rustling of leaves behind me.

"Hello," the girl said softly, standing behind a tree.

"Hello yourself," I replied after my heart resumed a somewhat normal rhythm, embarrassed at being caught in such an awkward position.

"Are you going to hurt me, mister?"

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Chapter Two: What?

"What?" I answered quickly. "Hurt you? Heavens no, my dear."

"You were following me, weren't you?"

"No," I lied. "I mean, not exactly. I was just taking a walk in the woods. I live across the road, and I go through here a lot."

We stood and stared at each other for a long minute, neither of us saying a word, before she broke the silence.

"I have to go pee."

"Uh - I live across the road," I said as I gestured toward where I had come from.

"I know. You said that already."

"I...I...I know," I said, stuttering. "I meant that if you wanted to use my bathroom, you could."

"No, that's okay," she said, and after looking around took a couple of steps off of the trail and proceeded to lift her skirt up and squat down right in front of me.

I stared dumbfounded at the girl while a torrent of pee spattered loudly onto the fallen leaves. She kept staring at me very calmly, like it was not a big deal at all, and when she finished she just straightened up, still holding her skirt up at her waist.

"Did you like watching me pee?"

"Uh... yes," I said, unable to look her in the eye, mainly because I was staring at her pussy. "No panties?"

"Just get in the way," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"You're very pretty," I said.

"You like my pussy?" she asked as she made a couple of small steps toward me, and I found myself stunned at the way the girl was talking to me - a man old enough to be her grandfather.

"Yes, it's lovely," I managed to say, feeling the sweat roll down my spine. "You - uh - don't have very much hair between your legs, do you?"

"Does that matter to you?" she asked, and after I shook my head she continued. "The hair. It's really soft. Do you want to feel it?"

I nodded back and found myself next to her, putting my hand between her legs and letting my fingers sift through the modest tuft of golden brown hair, and she was right. It was soft. Almost like down instead of hair, and it felt like a cloud as I touched it, noticing the dampness around her opening.

"Nice," was all I could say.

"Do you have to pee?" she asked bluntly.

"Me? Uh - I don't know," I answered, and then stunned myself by suddenly offering to try.

My hands were shaking as I lowered my zipper, looking around to make sure nobody was coming. What would this look like to somebody else taking a walk through the woods, I wondered? It would look just like what it was, I answered mentally, cringing at the thought of being seen by anyone like this.

I finally got my zipper down and pulled my cock out of my boxers, letting it dangle out in the cool air. I had been a little aroused by the show the girl had been putting on, and so I must have been quite a sight, judging by the look on her face when she saw my semi-turgid tool.

"Wow!" she exclaimed as I strained to pee a little, finally managing a weak trickle. "You really got a big dick, mister."

"You've seen a lot of them?" I asked as she watched my trickle quickly run dry.

"Seen some," she replied, as fascinated by my going as I had been hers. "Aren't you supposed to shake it now?"

"Yes," I answered. "Unless you would like to do it for me, that is."

"Sure," she said calmly, reaching over and grabbing the shaft of my tool and wiggling it. "But what happened to the head of it?"

"Oh, nothing," I chuckled, realizing her ignorance. "I'm not circumcised. Just pull the skin back toward my body."

"Cool!" she said as she peeled my foreskin back, revealing the fat mushroom head, and as she worked it back and forth my cock kept getting stiffer. "It really is fucking big."

"It's going to get even bigger if you keep doing that," I cautioned her, and then mentally kicked myself when she took her hand off.

"Want to see it hard," she said calmly, spitting into her hand before putting her hand back on my cock and milking it in her fist. 

"Ohhh," I moaned while my cock surged.

"Gee mister, it's gotten so fat now that I can't even get my hand all the way around it. See?"

I looked down at my cock and at the tiny fingers which were gripping it tightly, and had to look away before I came.

"What's your name, honey?" I asked, looking down the opening at the top of her blouse as my breathing grew louder and heavier.

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Chapter Three: Call me anything.

"Amy," she said. "I hate it though. You can call me anything you want."

"Amy - That's a pretty name," I said. 

"Are you looking down my blouse, mister?" Amy asked. "Want to play with my titties?"

As she spoke, she undid the buttons of her blouse with her free hand while continuing to play with my cock. She was wearing a bra underneath, and I slipped my hand inside her blouse, squeezing her breast through the softness of her bra cup.

"Would you like to come over to my house?" I asked.

"Why?" she asked. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Do you always talk like this?" I asked after having recovered from my shock.

"Yes," she replied. "Don't you like me?"

"Of course I like you," I assured her. "It's just that I'm not used to hearing language like that from young ladies."

"I ain't no lady,' she corrected me. "So do you want to fuck me or not? Your cock is so hard I think you must want to. I can't go to any stranger's house though. I'd get in trouble."

"Where then?" I gasped, not bothering to question that bizarre policy of hers, given her actions so far.

"I know a place," she said. "Follow me."

So I followed her, holding my pants up around my thighs as we weaved our way through the woods until we reached a tiny clearing. There was a huge stump left from what must have been a gigantic tree at one time, and beer cans and bottles were strewn around the area.

"Take off your shirt," Amy said, and after I did she set it on the edge of the stump before turning back to me and running her hands through the grey hair on my chest.

"Want to see my boobies?" Amy asked, having undone her skirt and setting it aside.

I nodded while stepping out of my trousers awkwardly, almost falling on my face. Amy peeled off her opened blouse and deftly undid her bra.

Her plump, apple-sized breasts were creamy white, with tiny pink aureoles capped with pea-sized nipples, and I reached over and cupped them gently while the tips burned in my palms.

"You must really want to fuck me," Amy said, going back to milking my member. "Your dick is dripping."

I watched Amy swipe the tip of my cock with a finger and then nonchalantly bring the sticky digit to her mouth and suck it clean, making a face as she did.

"Not yummy," she announced.

"You like to tease, don't you?" I asked her.

"Yeah, and you like it too," Amy told me, and that I couldn't deny. "Here. Feel how wet I am."

She brought my hand down between her legs, and parted them slightly as my finger slid into the warm tightness.

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Chapter Four: Did I like it?

"Like my pussy?" Amy asked as I tried to get my finger in deeper. "Feel how small it is? Guys say I have a really tight pussy."

I cringed at the coarse language, and my reaction made Amy smile.

"Never done it with a guy as old as you before," Amy informed me. "What are you, like 50?"

I laughed at her wild underestimation, while she ground herself into my finger.

"You old guys seem to like pussies that are really hairy, don't you?" Amy asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Mine isn't," Amy grunted as her hips humped my hand. "Hardly have any pit hair either. See?"

Amy lifted her arm and showed me the little cluster of light brown hairs in the center of her creamy white armpit, and she laughed when I groaned and took a deep breath.

"I can read you like a book, mister," Amy informed me. "You like my pits, don't you? You want to touch it? Lick it maybe?"

I took her up on that, lurching forward and burying my face under her arm, licking and chewing the sweet and salty hairs. She fell back onto the stump, directly on top of my shirt, and squealed when I climbed between her legs.

"That's more like it, mister," Amy cried out. "Now fuck me hard!"

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Chapter Five: Stumped.

I pulled Amy closer to the edge of the stump and brought the head of my cock between the prominent lips of her pussy. My cock hadn't been this hard in ages, and my seed was oozing out of the tip as I rubbed it up and down her opening.

It wasn't as awkward a position as I would have thought, and since we were on the higher side of the stump, that gave me room to plant my feet. The tree had been neatly sawed off, leaving a fairly smooth surface as well. All I had to do was lean forward and push.

Tight wasn't the word. I felt like I was trying to slip my penis through a key hole, and after a minute of struggle I was getting frustrated.

"Push harder mister!" Amy insisted. "Ram that horse cock of yours into my cunt, and don't you dare cum before I do either!"

By this point, I couldn't tell whether her filthy mouth was disgusting me or exciting me, but whatever the case, it moved me to do exactly what Amy wanted. I leaned forward with all my force, finally tearing into her sweet pussy all the way.

Amy's screams - I wondered whether she could have been heard back out on the street. What would people think? It must have sounded like someone being attacked, but in this case I was unsure of which one of us was the aggressor.

Regardless, once I got into that tight opening, the warmth felt so good that it felt like the first time for me. Amy was clawing at my arms, imploring me to fuck her harder, and I was doing the best that I could to split her in two.

This wasn't making love. This was more like two feral animals mating, and while this kind of thing had been totally foreign to me only five minutes ago, I found it easy to sink to this primitive level.

I was grunting and growling like something sub-human, thrusting in and out of Amy with a ferocity that I didn't know existed within me. The loud slapping of our bodies echoed in the little clearing - with my balls spanking her bottom while they swung back and forth in a rhythm all their own - and with each deep thrust Amy made a sound of her own. Grunts, gasps, moans and obscenities came out in the same cadence.

Amy came before I did - way before me and several times too. There was no mistaking her when she came. She lifted her upper body up and ripped at my back and arms, even biting my shoulder at one point, and one of the scratches was deep enough to draw a trace of blood.

I didn't care. What's more, it may have even inspired me. I felt half of my age, and after trying so hard not to orgasm in the beginning, I felt totally in control of that.

Amy had lost a little of her brashness, and was now just taking what I was giving her, which was everything I had. My body would pay me back in the days to come for the abuse I was giving it, and already I could tell that my knees and back were going to be tough to deal with tomorrow. 

That was for tomorrow. This was now. I couldn't remember the last time I had sex. It had to be five years ago at least, and while I couldn't remember the details at all, this was something I would always remember. This was probably the last time I would have sex, and I wanted to make the most of it.

"What's the matter, Amy?" I sneered after she came again and fell limply back onto the stump. "Never been fucked like this before, have you? Like being fucked by a real man?"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body now just reacting to my movements. I squeezed her tits roughly for a second, but was having trouble keeping my balance so I put her hands on them.

"Play with your little tits for me!" I told her. "Squeeze them."

Amy's hands cupped her buds and kneaded them as I instructed, and seeing a woman doing that had always excited me. My eyes went down to her pussy, and as I watched my glistening cock go all the way in and all the way out, I knew I had to cum soon. My energy was starting to flag, and besides, my normally pale cock had become an angry purplish/crimson and badly needed release.

"I'm gonna cum!" I announced to Amy. "Where do you want it? In your mouth or on your belly?"

"My pussy," Amy moaned. "Pop your load in my cunt."

The way that my cum had been drooling during all this, I wasn't sure what I had left, but it sure felt good when I came. My groans sounded guttural as I felt my cock jerk deep inside of Amy. Once - twice - so many that I lost count of how many surges of pleasure I enjoyed before the last tingle faded away and I went limp inside of her.

"Did you like that, Amy?" I asked. "Was it good for you?"

"Hell yes," Amy said, drops of my sweat raining down on her upper torso, which was a testimony to my efforts. Sweating like a pig when it's 60 degrees out takes something. "You stumped me good, mister."

"Stumped?" I asked, and then realized that must be what it was called when you had sex back here, and I chuckled at that.

I pulled my cock out of Amy and tried to straighten my back slowly while looking around. My trousers were in a tangle next to me and my flannel shirt was under Amy's butt, catching all of my sap as it leaked out of her pussy.

My boxer shorts had never come completely off, and were in a tangle around my right ankle. I still had my shoes and socks on, and I laughed to myself when I tried to picture what I must look like.

"Hey, Amy. You okay?"

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Chapter Six: Why wonder?

My heart must be in pretty good shape, because hearing that voice behind me gave me a shock that made Amy's earlier ambush of me seem tame.

I turned around and saw a chubby girl with the same uniform that Amy wore - was wearing. White blouse and plaid shirt and white knee-high socks. This girl had glasses and a cell phone in her hand. Maybe to call the cops or something. 

She didn't seem to be doing anything except staring at my cock swinging lazily between my legs, and as I tried to get my boxers up the girl calmly came over to the stump.

"Course I'm okay, Heather" Amy said as she sat up. "Dude here just fucked me. Real good too, especially for an old guy."

"He's got a real big dick even when it's soft," the girl called Heather commented, licking her lips as I finally got my shorts up.

"Knows how to use it too," Amy told her, giving me a perverse sense of pride as I untangled my pants. "Fucked me long and hard with that thing."

"Want to fuck me too, mister?" Heather said, biting her lower lip.

"Uh - no - thank you," I said, stunned yet again by the brashness of these girls.

"I know I ain't cute as Amy," Heather said defensively. "I'm a good fuck, though."

"Her tits are way bigger than mine," Amy said. "Plus she's got a real hairy pussy. Show him your jungle."

"Amy!" Heather said in protest.

"It's okay. He likes it like that, don't you mister?" Amy asked, before adding, "Hey, I don't even know your name."

"Uh - Mister... Rogers," I blurted out finally, and they giggled at the answer, thinking I was kidding. Hell, that was my name.

"Well Mr. Rogers, do you want to fuck me?" Heather asked, and lifted her skirt to show me two things; one being that she didn't wear panties either, and two being the fact that she did have an outrageous amount of hair down there.

"You look lovely too, Heather," I said, having to admit that the sight of that dense triangle of black fur was a real turn-on. "I'm afraid that I do have to get going, though. Maybe next time."

"Okay," Heather said with a shrug. "Want to see what you looked like?"

Heather held the phone up and showed me a picture. It was one that I wouldn't be bringing to the church social, and could only hope that it never found the way around town.

It was a picture of this tall, old coot having sex. Luckily it was from the back and you couldn't tell it was me, unless you knew what my ass looked like or could recognize my balls from behind.

"Nice sac, Mr. Rogers," Amy commented, giggling when Heather showed it to her.

"Wish I could have gotten a shot of his cock," Heather said. "Will you take it out again so I can get a picture of it?"

"No dear, I really have to run. Can I have my shirt, please?" I asked Amy, who was still sitting on it.

She jumped up and handed the thing to me. Crinkled and wrinkled, it had massive stains all over it, and I shivered as I put the disgusting thing on. Not many options available, and I could only pray that I made it home unseen.

"Want me to clean you up?" Heather asked Amy.

"Okay but take it easy," Amy said as she jumped back onto the stump. "Mr. Rogers pounded me raw."

Incredibly, I watched Amy lay back on the stump again, spreading her legs widely as Heather came over to her and bowed her head between those pale thighs without hesitation.

"Er... good bye," I said finally, turning to leave.

"Bye Mr. Rogers," Amy called out, blindly waving in my direction. "You want me again, you know where I'll be."

"Me too," Heather added, her voice a little muffled.

I staggered out of the woods, walking very slowly and stopping several times to watch Heather continue to clean Amy, until the foliage blocked my view completely.

My body was really giving out on me by the time I made it back to my place, and thankfully none of the old biddies that hang around on the benches of my senior citizen complex were out, saving me trying to explain how my shirt had become saturated with bodily fluids of all kinds. 

They would never understand. How could they? Even I didn't understand what had just happened to me. One thing was for sure. After I took a long hot bath and rested my bones for a time - say a week or two - I might just be ready to take another walk in the woods.

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A Walk in the Woods



I.

The night air was cool and refreshing after the heat of the party. Too many people and music too loud for such a confined space. You wouldn't have thought that such a big house in the middle of nowhere would have felt confining but when you crowd almost a hundred people in it then things can get crowded pretty fast. It seemed that Todd knew everyone and when he threw a Halloween party everyone who was anyone showed up. The night had started pretty lively with lots of food and drink, dancing and carousing but as the evening wore on the crowd started to wear thin. Couples split off to the pool for skinny dipping or off to private corners to enjoy private pleasures. 

Aaron tapped his wife on the shoulder and yelled in her ear to overcome the booming sound system, "C'mon, let's get out of here for awhile. I need some fresh air." Marcy nodded her head, her blonde curls bouncing with the motion and pointed to the patio door. The white Marilyn Monroe dress accentuated the swish of her hips as she walked toward the door. The loincloth of Aaron's indian brave outfit threatened to give away his thoughts as he watched his wife's luscious body bounce in all the right places.

After closing the door the music and conversation suddenly felt miles away. Aaron let out a sigh and said, "Man, Todd knows how to throw a hell of a party but I can only take so much. Why don't we take a little walk around? I need to let my head clear out."

Marcy replied as she slipped off her high heels, "Yeah, I was stuck talking with a couple of guys dressed up like androids that were trying to get me alone and stoned. If you didn't come along when you did I probably would have had to smack them both upside the head."

"Well, I wouldn't want to stand between you and a good time. If you think both of those Ken dolls could keep up with you then who am I to get in the way?"

Marcy hit him in the arm affectionately and said, "Honey, you're the only one who can keep up with me and sometimes I wonder if I can keep up with you. When you're good and horny, you're practically insatiable."

Aaron chuckled, "Sounds like the pot calling the kettle black to me, little miss 'what do you mean you're done? I've only cum four times tonight.'"

"Sounds like a personal problem to me."

"Slut."

"Light weight."

Aaron and Marcy both laughed at their private joke and hand in hand started walking down the path towards the expansive backyard.

II.

The moonlight made the grass look like an lake of silver broken only by an impressive gazebo thrusting up like an island of refuge. Aaron and Marcy walked toward it and then noticed another couple were occupying the benches. Even from a distance they could tell that the couple had divested themselves of their costumes and were not in the mood to sit and discuss politics with newcomers. They might have been receptive to other forms of stimulation but neither Aaron nor Marcy were in that particular frame of mind.

"There's a path that circles through the woods," said Aaron. "Why don't we walk out there?"

Marcy turned to him in mock horror. "But what about the lions and tigers and bears. I'm sure those woods are full of wild animals that would love to eat us up for supper."

"I'm the only wild animal you have to worry about eating you, my dear."

"Oh you cad," replied Marcy with feigned shock. "I bet you say that to all the innocent young girls who fall into your clutches."

With a Snidley Whiplash sneer Aaron said, "No my pretty, only the not so innocent ones whom I can despoil and then steal the deed to their daddy's farm. Now come on, I think I'm hungry for supper and you look like a tasty morsel."

"I warn you that you'll find me tough and stringy."

"That's funny I usually find you quite juicy and succulent, not to mention more than willing to let me indulge my hunger on all your tender bits. Besides if you believe the stories that Todd tells about these woods you'll have my clothes off and be nibbling on my tender bits before you can say 'horny old goat'."

Marcy looked at him skeptically and asked, "OK I'll bite, what story are you talking about?"

"Well to hear Todd tell it, these woods make people horny." Marcy started to laugh as Aaron continued. "According to legend, the early settlers in this area were very bad-tempered puritan types who couldn't stand the thought of somebody having a good time. They encountered the local Indians who were quite a bit more casual in their fornication habits and when they invited the settlers to do a little swapping of partners as well as trinkets the settlers killed the whole tribe. They say that soon after the massacre the spirits of the tribe came back and inhabited these woods. The last anybody ever heard of the settlers, they were running around naked in these woods and screwing anything in sight."

Marcy's green eyes flashed as gave him a look of utter disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me. I have heard some pretty amazing stories in my time but that really takes the cake. I think Todd just made that up as a test. Any nubile young maiden, settler or Indian, who'd believe a single word of that tall tale would be out of her pants before they got past the first stand of trees."

"What's the matter? Scared it might be true?" Aaron teased.

"Yeah right. C'mon Big Chief Horsey Dick, we'll see if its true."

III.

Falling into an amused silence they entered the edge of the woods, the canopy of trees blocked the bright moonlight and the darkness seemed to close in like a comfortable blanket. What little light made its way to the ground was enough to show the path ahead and the well maintained trail stretched into the distance. When Todd had given everyone the grand tour earlier in the day he mentioned that the path was only about a mile long and would loop around to the side of the house next to the swimming pool. The quiet was soothing after the noise of the party and the only sounds were the occasional chitter of a chipmunk or the soft cooing of doves settling in for the night. Their feet made no noise at all as they walked along the soft pine mulch that covered the path, each footstep coaxing the fragrant odor of summer from the ground up wood. Strolling hand in hand, Aaron and Marcy enjoyed the quiet and each other's company. They didn't say a word as they strolled but would occasionally give a small sigh or glance at each other and smile.

After walking for several minutes, Aaron thought he heard a noise in the distance that didn't match the soft gentle sounds of the woods. He stopped and Marcy stopped with him giving him a quizzical look.

"I thought I heard something."

"Like what?"

He paused and said, "I don't know. No wait, there it is again." His ears caught what sounded like a soft moan in the distance. "Did you hear it?"

Marcy looked at him and said, "It sounded like it came from up ahead. Maybe somebody is in trouble?"

In a hushed voice Aaron said, "Or maybe somebody came out here for a little extra-curricular activity. I wouldn't want to go busting in like a knight in shining armor when they're at their most vulnerable. People generally get annoyed at things like that."

"You're right, lets just ease along and if somebody is in the middle of the hoochie-coo then we can just ease right past them."

Quietly creeping down the path they again heard the unmistakable sounds of moaning. Moans that definitely originated from pleasure and not from pain. As they moved closer they saw two naked forms lying in a clearing just off the path. A body that was definitely male and obviously enjoying his predicament was lying on his back with a blanket underneath him. Another body that was definitely female was kneeling over his face and turned towards his feet. There was no doubt that she was enjoying her situation as well. Another moan issued from her as she bent down to take the man's erection into her mouth and start bobbing her head up and down. He let out a moan of pleasure and with hand place firmly on her hips proceeded to bury his face into the source of her delight. 

Marcy and Aaron knelt by the side of the path as they observed the couple exploring the balance of give and take. Marcy leaned over to whisper in Aaron's ear, "C'mon, let's get out of here before they notice us."

Aaron motioned for her to stay still for a moment and went back to watching the display of mutual gratification. After a moment, the woman in question released the hold she had on the young man's turgid rod and sat up, grinding herself into the young man's face. Her muscles stiffened and she rose her face to the night sky. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back, neck bared to the moonlight, dark hair cascading down her shoulders and outlining the curves of her arching back. Her smallish breasts bounced gently as they echoed the quivering muscles underneath while her nipples pointed like tiny beacons to the distant stars. From somewhere deep within her came a sound that was half-moan and half-yell of triumph that threatened to wake the stillness of the forest. The young man never changed or adjusted what he was doing but seemed to redouble his efforts on her until she finally must have had enough of his loving tongue play. She moved from his face with shaky legs to turn around and straddle the young man. With no hesitation or preparation, she impaled herself on his display of masculinity and proceeded to rock back and forth. Her rhythm was obviously for her own pleasure as the gentleman did nothing to help or hinder the varied motions she used, he just laid there with his eyes closed and his hands caressing her bouncing breasts.

Aaron looked at Marcy and saw that she was staring at the scene with wide eyes. She licked her lips and swallowed with a bit more effort than normal. Gently, he touched her arm and motioned for her to move away quietly. 

IV.

After they had regained the path and quietly walked for several dozen yards Marcy said, "We shouldn't have spied on them like that but I couldn't take my eyes away. I knew precisely what she was feeling and I swear I almost had an orgasm at the same time she did."

Aaron replied in a faraway voice, "I know what you mean. It was almost like I could feel what that guy was feeling and right now I'm so hard I think I could cut diamonds."

Marcy stopped and with a hand on his arm turned him to face her saying, "Let's see if that's true." And she reached her hand to the bulge in his loincloth. "Yes, it does seem that you have a bit of a problem. I seem to have a bit of a problem too. All I can think about is how much I want you out of those clothes and into me."

Feeling his face flush with excitement Aaron said, "I'm so hungry for you I can't stand it."

"I was hoping you would say that" said Marcy in a voice laden with desire and with no thought to where they were or who might come along the pair started shedding clothes as fast as they could. In no time skin met skin as both stood naked, kissing with a fire that reminded them of the first passionate embraces of their relationship. Hands traveled over quivering muscles caressing the source of their partner's heat. Aaron's fingers plunged into the drenched folds of Marcy's sex, her clit practically searching on its own for his touch. His hand cupped her pubis fully and when his finger barely grazed her insistent nub she came almost instantly. Her knees shook as one orgasm after another rocked every muscle in her body. 

Finally Marcy broke away from Aaron's unrelenting fingers to kneel down and bring his engorged rod to her lips. Kissing up and down the shaft caused a rumble deep in his chest that transformed itself to a moan of delight as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue played exquisite games with him as she slid him between her lips, first swirling around the head and then caressing the entire length with a skill that she had never displayed before. He was surprised as she kept moving her head down, engulfing him until he was completely within the warm wet confines of her mouth. Pulling his cock out slowly until just the tip of the head remained between her lips, she again moved her head down until her lips encircled the base. 

It seemed as if Marcy were trying to pull every single bit of pleasure out of him and the fervor in her activities was something that neither understood but both were willing to enjoy. She had given him blow jobs in the past but never with such enthusiasm as she was displaying now. It was if all past occasions where she gave him head were rehearsals and this was an academy award performance. She took him from between her lips and ran her tongue up and down his length as if she were licking a huge candy cane and then she would encircle him with lips and tongue plunging her head down to completely engulf him. Moving her head up and down in an incredibly sensual rhythm soon had Aaron on the brink of an explosion such as he had never felt before. The feeling seemed to well up from every corner of his body until he felt as if he were about to burst into flames. When the orgasm finally did burst forth he felt as if every last molecule of his being were being transferred to Marcy's hungry mouth. She maintained the rhythm of her tongue and lips as she tried to pull even more out of him, milking him of every drop. "Oh God, I needed that," she said as she allowed his collapsing tool to fall from her lips. "It was like I was starving and your cum was the only thing that could stave off that hunger. Do you know what I mean?"

With a look that echoed her own hunger, Aaron said, "I sure do. I feel like if I don't get at your honey pot right now I'm going to go crazy."

He swooped Marcy up into his arms and carried her to a nearby rock that looked like a bed transformed into stone. He placed her gently on the moss-covered cradle and swiftly knelt between her legs. His head swam from the scent of lust emanating from the confines of her sex and he drove his tongue deep within her folds. Here was the juice for which he was so hungry and she was supplying so freely. As soon as his tongue penetrated her aching lips she let out a moan of sheer delight and shuddered as if jolted by an electric current. Aaron felt that no matter how much he lapped at her honey, he still could not get enough to satisfy the hunger that drove him. With an appetite and fierceness she had never seen him display before his swirling tongue and questing fingers danced over her. Finally, she could take no more and released the tension that had been building into an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before. It seemed as if all of their surroundings joined in the pleasure which coursed through her body. The trees, the grass, the insects in the dirt all combined to enhance the sheer delight that flowed along her nerves, passing through her pussy and out to Aaron's devouring tongue. She felt as if the orgasm lasted for hours until finally she pushed his head away and said, "I need you in me right now."

Aaron stood up with a glazed look in his eye and her moisture still dripping from his chin. Marcy glanced at the renewed erection that jutted between his legs. She couldn't remember ever seeing him in such glory, he looked to be larger than he had ever been before and all she could think of was how much she wanted him inside her. She rose from the moss-covered stone and turned around, bent over from the waist and presented her aching pussy to him. Aaron needed no further invitation and poised his shaft at her entrance. Pushing himself in slowly so as to feel every inch of her hot flesh made him weak in the knees but he continued until he was buried up to the hilt. Marcy had never felt so full in her life, he had always been just right in the way he fit inside her but now he seemed to be stretching her to a whole new level of pleasure. Aaron began moving his hips back and forth with a slow measure that eventually became faster and more insistent. They began to move together in a perfect rhythm as she would back herself up to meet his urgent thrusts. Neither could imagine a time when they had been so exquisitely conjoined. His hands glided to her breasts, caressing and pinching her sensitive nipples. Her hands on his hips pulling him into her again and again. They both let out a moan at the same time as they climaxed together, her muscles rippling along the length of his pumping shaft. The leaves on the trees seemed to sway in time with the waves of pleasure.

The mutual orgasm had no sooner passed when Aaron pulled out and stood Marcy up straight. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried his still raging cock into her again. Slightly off balance and not caring for the consequences he held on to Marcy and continued thrusting himself into her, stepping forward with each plunge. His forward momentum finally halted when Marcy's back was against a huge old oak tree. Her legs still entwined around his waist, Marcy soon lapsed into another earth-shattering orgasm. She even thought she felt the tree at her back shudder with delight as the waves of pleasure cascaded through her. Aaron finally thrust himself as deeply as he could as another orgasm ripped through his body as well. He couldn't tell if it were his legs trembling or the ground beneath his feet as he felt like a pulsing fountain erupted from deep within his body.

Finally, both Aaron and Marcy just held onto each other and tried to regain their breath. Still leaning against the old oak, Marcy felt a golden warmth along her back as if the tree were trying to hug her as well. It felt as if the entire wood had relaxed into a feeling of peace and delight. After a moment, Aaron and Marcy kissed each other deeply and without a word gathered their clothing and walked hand in hand back to the house. The forest sighed behind them.



A Walk In The Woods



The August heat was getting to him, so was his loneliness. Throwing on a t-shirt and grabbing his running shoes, Jay closed the sliding door behind him. Starting down the familiar pathway he admired the sun as it began to set.

He loved his evening walks, the same route every night didn't bother him, in fact he enjoyed the routine. Now however, he walked alone. It was his choice; he who had decided to call it off. To "take a break and think things through," he'd said. Jay didn't regret the decision; it had helped him realize what he was missing in his life, what it was that he really wanted; a commitment. A life with that one person who made him feel whole, who loved him faults and all, forever. 

Jay feared he had taken too long to make his decision now. It was driving him crazy watching them together; at least he assumed they were together. The subtle touching seen through the window as Jay stood by the tree. Just out of sight, in the shadows, where the light from the back door that fell upon the yard didn't quite reach. When he saw them enjoying a glass of wine, laughing and having a very obvious good time, he figured it meant he had lost out on his one true love, the one he wanted as his life partner.

Not knowing what to do about it, and being quite naturally shy, Jay did nothing. He just continued this nightly routine of walking through the woods, down the path past the glittering pond where they had shared so much. So many memories came to mind when he stared in the water, watched the way it rippled silently as the flow from the river beyond it fed the pool so very slowly. 

The nights they'd lain here, made love in the moonlight on the grass by the side of the water bed. The cat tails swaying in the breeze of the spring winds as they gathered for that one last storm before summer. That was the last time they were together as lovers too. 

They'd spoken a few times over the last few months, about things left at the others house they needed. About certain concerts they had agreed to go to but were not now so what should Jay do with the extra ticket. They discussed giving the trip to Hawaii to Jay's sister and her husband as an anniversary gift, and agreed perhaps it was best; they wouldn't be enjoying that trip either.

Jay sighed as he came to the tree where he'd stood every night since he'd made his little announcement. God, I miss him. He thought to himself. What the hell am I going to do now?

Leaning against the tree, lighting up a cigarette and praying Mark wouldn't see the ember of it in the darkness beyond the house, Jay stared at the big picture window of the cottage where Mark lived. It's wooden logs that made up the sides and the roof; the complete wrap around porch they had built last summer still shining with the stain they'd applied to the wood and the smoke trailing gently from the woodstove chimney made it a picturesque sight.

Remembering the night they'd met up again at "Modene's Roadhouse" three years ago, gotten drunk and laughed at all the things they reminisced over doing when they were younger, the stupid things mostly. They had grabbed a cab to Mark's place, figuring Jay could walk the distance to his place from there but instead they had gone back to the living room of the newly built cottage. 

They'd known one another as teens, been intimate once before but never really had a relationship. That first night in the cottage with Mark kissing his neck from behind as he pressed his hardness into the fleshy part of Jay's ass though his jeans, sucking his ear lobes and breathing the heat from his body into Jay's hair was the beginning. 

Jay remembered everything from that night; despite the fact he'd defiantly had way more to drink then his usual three-beer maximum. He remembered the feel of Mark's chest under his hands as he removed his shirt and the way it felt to kiss his chest, tracing a path down to his hardness where it was almost bursting out of Mark's jeans. 

Thinking of the way Marks hard shaft had rubbed against him, the pre-cum slowly trickling between them, mixing with his own and making the two of them slippery against each other, he felt a pang of jealousy in his chest.

As the light came on in the living room window, Jay snapped out of his reverie of memories and strained to see who was there tonight. Was Mark alone or did he have a guest tonight again? Was it the same guy he'd seen there all week, the one he was sure had stolen Mark's love from him? It was his own fault, he knew, but that didn't make it any different to him now. 

Now that he'd finally made the decision to tell Mark how he felt, what he'd concluded during his time away, how much he missed him. Jay was determined that no matter what, even if Mark had moved on, he had to tell him. Mark deserved to know and Jay couldn't live one more day without telling him, even if it meant he had lost him already. 

Jay had to see him, had to look upon Mark's face with it's chiseled cheek bones, the soft full lips disrupted by the hard looking chin and well kept goatee Mark insisted made him look dignified rather then the ruffian look that Jay felt was only amplified. 

He loved that goatee now as much as Mark did. Loved the way it teased him as Mark took his hardness into his mouth and sucked. The way it's narrowed peak tickled at the puckered sensitive skin of his ass, the tightness of his balls and scrotum, with each motion of Mark's head. 

Not that it was the only reason of course, Jay loved it mainly because Mark delighted in it so much, took such good care of it and kept it trimmed and tidy. And it really did look good on him, much to Jay's chagrin.

Before Mark, Jay had never been with someone who had facial hair. He just hadn't liked it, didn't like hair anywhere in fact. Jay preferred his partners' clean-shaven, like he kept himself, both on the face and the genital area. Smooth skin just seemed so much more enticing, attractive and clean to Jay, but Mark loved that damn goatee, refused to part with it no matter how much Jay begged him and eventually it just grew on them both...literally. 

Mark had remained insistent about it over the years, but graciously conceded to the removal of hair at the base of his cock, and around his balls. Jay figured the later was probably the best he was going to get so finally he left it alone, and just appreciated Mark's consideration of even compromising at all to Jay's benefit.

Watching the window closely now, Jay saw Mark walk to his computer desk, sit and begin typing an unknown correspondence to an unknown recipient. He continued to watch, keeping an eye on the area he could see by the doorway to the living room, hoping to find out if Mark was alone or not. 

After a short while Jay decided he was fairly confident no one else was in the cottage tonight, good.

Taking a deep breath Jay stepped out of the shadows and into the light spilling from the house, expecting Mark would notice right away the figure on the lawn. When Mark didn't, Jay figured whatever he was writing had his full attention and certainly must be important if he was that engrossed.

Jay made his way up the flat rock path through the grass, remembering the day they put these in. It had been hot, humid, and not unusual for a July day. They'd gotten in Mark's truck, after deciding they wanted the flat rocks as part of the landscaping down the yard to the tree line and the path beyond, gone to the quarry and picked out each piece by hand. 

Jay had enjoyed the time with Mark, as he always did, regardless of the hard work it meant he would be doing. He actually reveled in the projects Mark came up with, as it was a great way to burn off the stress and frustrations of his normal daily life. 

As a newspaper editor for the city, he sat at a desk all day, picking out the errors the journalists had made in their submissions to the paper, working against the 4 p.m. deadline for the next morning's paper to be in, error free and complete for the printing. He worked out the arrangement of the advertisements around the local news and the top stories, and the overall final look of the paper. It had to be appealing to the customer.

The editors job paid very well, and it was interesting at times, but it certainly was monotonous in it's daily routine and he got tired of sitting all the time. 

Not one for the gym, he really didn't get any additional exercise above the walks he took every evening so working on the yard with Mark was a pleasure in itself, in addition to spending the time with him.

Putting the rocks in the grass had seemed like an easy enough project at the time. Really how hard could it be to create a path of rocks, he'd thought. He'd found out quite quickly that there was so much more to Mark's plan then just throwing the rocks on the grass, as Jay would have done. 

Mark wanted them all dug out and the grass removed from beneath them. He had informed Jay they had to be level with the grass if they were to be walked on, and it was not just about the look of them. 

Mark had decided on a certain placement for the rocks, in a curving pattern not just a straight line. So instead of the anticipated 2-3 hours Jay had figured on it taking them, it ended up they spent the entire daylight hours, from 7 a.m at the quarry until almost 10 p.m at the cottage, completing the project. 

Jay had finally admitted Mark's ideas were perfect and the end result was a lot more appealing then it could have been if left up to him. 

Jay had been exhausted by the end of the day, whereas Mark, used to his physically demanding job as a construction worker, was still revved up and ready to go. They'd both grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the deck in the lounge chairs to relax before grabbing a shower together.

Listening to the night sounds around them was very peaceful, almost hypnotizing in it's not quite black, more bluish purple skies, the crickets making a chirping noise as they rubbed their hind legs together and the fireflies flickering over the flowers near the line of trees at the end of the property. It was all so serene, enchanting and very romantic.

Comfortable in his lounge chair, half his beer drained within minutes of sitting, Jay had begun to drift off with the sounds. Inadvertently his eyes had closed and he'd fell into a gentle beginning slumber where he was not quite asleep but neither was he awake.

He'd not heard the creak of the chair when Mark had gotten up, so off was he into his head. Nor had he heard Mark's footfalls as he crossed the short distance between their two chairs. 

He'd stirred and just slightly noticed the feathery light caress of his hair when Mark began to stroke it's softness, loving the way the stress lines that marred Jay's face on a normal day faded to almost nothing when he was so peaceful, so happy and so relaxed. The continuous motion of Mark's hand through his hair had only lulled Jay into a deeper sleep. 

So when Marks deep laugh rang out in the quiet of the night after a snore had escaped from Jay, it startled him a little. He'd jumped and opened his eyes to find Mark on one knee before him, stroking so softly at the hair on the side of his face, running his fingers gently over Jay's cheek and down over his lips. 

Jay had smiled up at Mark from his slumped position in the chair and made a move to sit up. Mark encouraged him to remain where he was with a hand to his shoulder, but not one word interrupted the sounds of the evening around them.

Mark had traced a path down Jay's hairless chest, just beginning to dry from the sweat of the day's work. He'd placed his mouth on Jay's nipple, giving it a little nip before moving down, to his navel and the hipbone just protruding from his jeans. 

Undoing the zipper Mark had reached in and began to stroke Jay's already hard shaft, cupping his balls as he went to the base again and again, bringing Jay almost to completion with those loving motions alone. Instinctively knowing Jay was almost ready to peak Mark had quickly pulled Jay's jeans down around his thighs and placed his hot mouth around him and begun to suck.

As Jay remembered the following hours that evening, on the deck, in the shower, his cock hardened in his jeans once again. Oh how he missed the feeling of being with Mark, his hands running over his hard body, kissing him, licking him, and just loving him.

Damn it! Why did he have to screw things up by deciding he needed a break! Now the possibility that Mark had moved on this summer, when he was left alone, made Jay hurt in ways he never knew possible. His chest ached at the loss before he even knew if it was true or not. His mind imagined all the things his lover was doing without him, with another, and it made him furious.

With renewed determination at the thoughts running through his mind, Jay stepped up to the back door and knocked loudly. He waited impatiently for the door to open yet was surprised when it opened with a suction of air around him.

"Why'd ya knock? Did you forget the key...." Mark's voice trailed off.

At the surprised look on Mark's face Jay assumed he'd been waiting for someone, and it wasn't Jay. He felt his anger rise quickly, jealousy again ripping through his chest.

"Jay. This is a nice surprise."

"Hi." Jay spoke softly, "Were you expecting someone?"

"No, not really. Come on in. It's nice to see you." Mark lightly drawled, with the hint of southern accent he picked up every time he went to visit his sister. "Can I get you a drink? I was just about to have a glass of wine myself."

"No." Jay replied forcefully. The anger in his voice reflecting the thoughts running through his head about how Mark had been spending the last few evenings. "Thanks." He added in an attempt to soften his previous response. It wouldn't do to piss Mark off before they'd even talked, before he had a chance to tell him he'd made big mistake in leaving.

Mark had a temper and one thing he disliked the most was people who spoke to him with an attitude or in a way that suggested they were incapable of holding on to their emotions. 

Jay had learned this from experience when they had first begun dating. Mark found it disrespectful and did not treat people in such a manner himself so he didn't like it being done to him. Although his trade implied he was rough to the core, he was really quite refined and expected others to behave that way as well.

Following Mark to the kitchen Jay remained silent while Mark got a glass of "Brunello di Montalcino", a sweet wine subtle in it's overtones of blackberry, black cherry, chocolate, sweet vanilla and made in a little medieval town just outside of the town of Siena, Italy where his parents now lived in their retirement. 

Every year for his birthday they sent him a case of the very expensive wine, which he savored as his only desert on a rare basis, usually only special occasions. 

Like his behavior, Mark's taste in wine was very refined. Perhaps it was one of the things left over from growing up as a surgeon's son in one of the richest neighborhoods of Austin Texas. Jay wondered what the special occasion was as he felt another pain in his abdomen.

Motioning for Jay to follow him to the living room Mark asked, "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company? It's been so long."

"I wanted to talk to you. About us." Jay's heart began a quick thud in his chest as his fear rose with not only what he was going to say but also the possibility that Mark had already moved on.

Nodding his head was Mark's only ascent for Jay to continue. He was a man of few words on most occasions however his body language spoke volumes to most people, Jay in particular as he knew him so well. Jay knew that despite the outward appearance of calm Mark was swirling with curiosity.

In a rush of words Jay told him all that he had thought about for the last months, how he had made a mistake in asking for the separation. Beginning to tear at the last words Jay told him that he'd realized he wanted to make a life with Mark, a commitment, to have a future as he'd asked for when Jay had turned him down before. The time they'd been apart had been hell for Jay and he had so hoped to reestablish the relationship they'd had and start creating the future together.

In the silence that followed his words, Jay waited, holding his breath and expecting the knife to his heart when Mark told him it was too late.

The sound of a door opening and closing in the front of the house startled them both and broke the stillness of the air around them but for Jay the tension increased to an almost panic state. He assumed this was Mark's new lover coming in, possibly coming home. It cut him to the core to think Mark may have moved someone in. 

That someone was sharing his bed, his life and was now the recipient of his love and attentions. He was a mix of anger and pain and it was killing him not to fall at Mark's feet and beg him to take him back, to love him again but he knew that was not Mark's style. 

Once Mark was out of a relationship, there was very little that could rekindle the love and feelings that had been shared. He was a man who made final decisions when he made them, with little regret.

Jay made a quick move towards the back door, intending to leave even though he'd not given Mark a chance to respond. Seeing Mark's new lover through the window was one thing but he sure as hell was not planning on meeting him in person! 

As the tears began to trickle down his cheeks Jay was almost too the door when the stranger emerged from the hallway by the kitchen.

Jay stopped dead in his tracks, a look of almost pure horror on his face. He knew this man, but couldn't place the face for some reason. The shiny dark hair, falling gently to his shoulders and the hazel eyes set deep into the face, a face that had a perfectly formed nose, soft full lips that even most women would kill to have, and a chin that was almost sculpted as if an artist had created it complete with a cleft perfectly placed in his chin. 

Jay was mesmerized, recognition tickled his mind but yet still not revealing why he knew this person, from where. The guy was absolutely hot in Jay's opinion. No wonder Mark was attracted to him he thought, he is everything that I am not. The perfectly tanned skin enveloped his Adonis like chest and abs accompanied by arms as thick as a wrestler. This guy was all man, all muscle, and all sexy appeal. 

Unlike Jay, whose pale skin, only just firm body and fair features made him feel like an unattractive person. On a good day Jay was very insecure about his looks, his appeal. Today he felt exceptionally lacking when this other male was in the same room. 

With a look of confusion on his face at Jay's attempted exit Mark said, "Jay, this is Lyle, Trina's fiancé."

As Lyle stuck out his hand, Jay let out the breath he was not even aware he was holding in such a rush he felt dizzy.



A Walk in the Woods



I'm not an "outdoorsy" kind of gal. Give me a nice hotel, room service, in-hotel spa and I'm in my element. Every now and then though, I do venture forth into the great outdoors...mind you not far, just walking/hiking on a friend's acreage...secluded, yet still in touch with civilization.

It was a late winter/early spring afternoon. The day was cloudy but in the low 60s temperature wise. I decided to head out to check out the lay of the land of my friend's place. He was busy doing something in his big barn, woodwork or something of that nature...guy stuff in my book. I put on some sweatpants, a long sleeve t-shirt a job bra underneath, thick socks, hiking boots and a hooded sweatshirt just to make sure I didn't get chilled. There was a light south breeze, a hint of rain in the air, very humid actually.

I headed out across the yard, through the barb wired fence to the pasture. I wanted to check out the area where the twin oaks were perched. Off I went, enjoying the day, enjoying the peace and quiet of nature.

It never takes long for my mind to drift to thoughts of nastiness...and I found myself walking along reveling in the wonders of nature...crunching along the fallen fall/winter leaves of brown strewn over the land...every now and then a hint of green would appear, spring was not too far off...the trees were bare, some still had a few brown, dried up leaves hanging on...and yet there I was trudging along and thinking of my nipples and pussy...

I thought what the hell, no one was around, I could touch myself...I reached up under my layers of shirts...to the elastic of my jog bra, under the job bra till I felt my nipple. My nipple grew hard immediately from my touch. I felt an immediate pleasure surge to my pussy tweaking my own nipple. I stopped and massaged my tit, pinching my nipple, relishing the pleasure chills running throughout my body...what would it hurt if I found a nice place to sit and play with my pussy as well? Kind of different...exciting to sit out here in the woods and play with myself...no one would see me...but then wonder if someone did see me...that would be nasty...

I pulled my hand out of my bra and shirts and decided to find a place to sit...a place I could sit and pull my sweatpants down and finger myself...I could feel my juices beginning to form between my legs...I started forming a nasty story in my head, which just fueled my excitement. I was envisioning being out in the woods, just walking along when a stranger would come up and "rape" me...of course it was pretend rape...as horny as I get, one couldn't consider much "rape" at least not when it came to sex...I chuckled to myself thinking of what a damned nasty gal I was...

I found an area by the creek...there was a large rock with leaves all around it...the bare tree limbs provided some cover but not much...just perfect for my masturbatory indulgence. I looked around to see if I was, indeed, totally alone. I pulled down my sweatpants, the cool air making me even more aware of my hot pussy...I pulled my sweatshirt off and pulled my t-shirt up and my jog bra just above my tits...the tightness of the jog bra made my tits jut out further, my nipples already pert and hard from my growing excitement.

I reached down between my legs to find a full measure of wetness already formed...no need for lube with this juicy, wet pussy. I placed my sweatshirt on the rock and decided what the hell, I took my sweat pants completely off so I could really spread my legs and get at my pussy...I laid them on the rock next to me...I sat down and closed my eyes, touching my pussy with one hand...finding my very hard, erect clit...smearing my juices over my clit and finger, I shivered with excitement as I found the exact spot on my little clit that spurs the pleasure on...I cupped one of my tits in the other hand as I began to stroke myself...I felt so exposed, so nasty out there in the open like that...outside, out in the woods, masturbating myself...I started finger fucking myself, my hips thrusting up a bit to meet my finger strokes...I was totally engrossed in myself, the pleasure I was giving myself...so much so that I didn't hear the leaves rustling as someone approached...

All of a sudden someone had come up behind me and grabbed me...A hood of some sort was placed on my head and my arms were yanked behind me...there I was half naked, my legs spread with my pussy juices covering my hands...I felt rope being tied just above my elbows and pulled tight behind me...almost painful...then my wrists were quickly bound...

"Who are you? Please, I promise to cooperate," I heard myself saying. There was a SHHHH in my ear and then I was pushed down onto the ground, my bare ass up in the air...I couldn't see through the hood that was now covering my head...I started to panic, what would my friend say if I didn't return in a while...would he come looking for me? I wanted to scream, panic was beginning to take over...I heard nothing but leaves rustling around me, then hands on my hips, pulling them up and then a hand between my legs...I felt violated but excited all at the same time...then I was mad at myself for feeling excitement...the thought crossed my mind that whoever this was, he might really "rape" me!!!

I felt a rough hand feeling between my legs, I was practically eating dirt at this point, the position this person had me in...he seemed to be a large man, but then I really couldn't tell...then I was being pulled up by my arms...I was then placed roughly on the rock in a sitting position and my legs held open...almost to the point of being painful...I felt my shirt and jog bra being forced further up to my neck...and then rough hands on my tits...rubbing me hard, squeezing each tit painfully and then each nipple being painfully pinched with large fingers...

I felt jean covered legs in front of me keeping my legs spread very wide apart...I could feel the cool air hitting my very open and exposed, excited and swollen pussy...then the hands on my tits went between my legs...this person said nothing but went about exploring my half naked body in a rough manner...I was pulled up by the hood and then something was being shoved at my lips...oh my gawd, this was a cock that was about to be forced into my mouth...there was a wide mouth opening to this hood over my head and now a cock, this fat, thick cock was rubbing my lips...there was a hard slap on my right ass cheek, then man grunted for me to open my mouth and take the cock...I did as I was told, reeling from the slap on my ass, it stung but almost in a good way. I am one sick bitch, I was thinking. I opened my mouth and the thick cock was shoved in...I felt myself panic, I could hardly breath...this was a VERY thick cock, taking up all of my mouth...I could hardly move my tongue around the head...

"Suck it bitch, suck that cock," came the order. I began to suck and run my tongue around the parts I could manage...the voice wasn't familiar at all...this really was a stranger...in the back of my mind I really thought it was my friend, that he had decided to surprise me, follow me and play with me...but now I wasn't sure at all who this man was that had me tied up and now sucking his cock...my pussy grew wetter...damn, how could I consider this a rape if I was getting turned on by the second? Was I just so damned nasty that I couldn't even reject an unwanted advance...but was this unwanted? Did I really not want to be taken sexually by this stranger????

The cock was yanked out of my mouth and then I felt it poised at my wet pussy lips...I was being forced back so that the cock could enter my swollen pussy lips...I felt the head of the fat cock pulsing at my pussy lips...then I felt another set of hands and another cock at the lips of my mouth...again I began to freak out...there was another man...I had one cock at my pussy opening and now another one standing over my head getting ready to fuck my mouth...my panic only increased my excitement and I felt my pussy juices running out of my pussy, coating this cockhead poised ready for entrance...and then I felt the cock entering my pussy as the cock poised at my mouth pushed into my mouth...I was being penetrated at both ends at the same time...this just fueled the pleasure fire to an even hotter level.

"This bitch is hot...her pussy is just dripping with excitement," I heard one voice say...

"Gawd damn she's got a hungry little mouth...look at her take that cock!" I couldn't get enough of the two cocks...I was so fucking hot and ready to be fucked...my hips were thrusting up to meet the strokes of the cock that was fucking my pussy...I was like a crazed, bitch dog in heat...I sucked hungrily on the cock in my mouth. I felt hands on my tits, my nipples being pinched...I felt the cock in my mouth starting to tense and then a load of cum shooting deep into my throat almost choking me...I did my best to get every drop...then I felt the cock in my pussy explode and fill my pussy full with it's load...

I was then pushed forward up and off the rock for a moment, then pushed down into the leaves on the ground, my ass being pulled up and then a rough hand taking my pussy juices and coating my asshole...then a finger was being inserted into my tight little hole...Oh no, surely they weren't going to fuck me in the ass....then I felt myself tensing up as the finger expanded to two fingers in my asshole...the fingers kept dipping into my cum filled pussy and then inserted into my asshole...I could hear voices but they were muffled and I was trying not to open my mouth because it would be filled with leaves...I could hardly breath and panic was again running through me...then I felt a cock head poised at my tight anal opening.

"Fuck her in the ass...get it opened up and then we'll DP her," I heard one of the voices saying...then the cock head pushed into me...the pain was unbelievable...I heard myself screaming and then my ass cheeks were being slapped.

"Take that cock in your ass, bitch!" I heard one of them say...then the cock pushed into me further...I knew I was bucking and doing my best to get away from this ass invasion but the guy was much bigger and stronger and the other guy was holding me in place for this ass fucking...I tried to get a grip on myself...I felt like I was being ripped in two...I kept thinking I've got to relax, I've got to relax...and I finally started getting a hold of myself...then I felt some cool liquid being poured down my ass crack...I was almost relieved, surely this was some sort of lubricant...I kept saying to myself to relax, relax, it will make it easier...and soon the cock filled my anal canal...I felt fingers caressing my clit and pussy from underneath or behind, I couldn't tell from the angle they had me positioned...the guy fucking my ass started moving in and out and soon he was fucking my asshole which seemed to be opening up and relaxing, allowing this invasion of my tight hole...and then I felt the cock head swell inside of my bowels and there was a hot gush of liquids filling my asshole...he had cum in my ass...

My pussy was throbbing with excitement...there was no turning off this shameful excitement...I was being brutally raped and my body was totally betraying me...my pussy had a mind of her own, opening up and receiving these strange cocks...I felt the juices and heat go up another notch as I was pulled up and over the rock...how long were these guys going to have their way with me? How many guys were there? Where was my friend, was he a part of this? Was he there watching them fuck me?

My arms were aching from being tied back so far...but these guys weren't through with me...they positioned me over the rock...at some point my t-shirt and jog bra were cut off me and I was completely naked there in the woods...I was pushed over the rock onto my clothes, with my ass in the air...my ass hole now gaping open having been violated and filled with a cum load...I then was lifted up and I felt a body slide underneath me on the rock...there was a hard cock that was shoved into my pussy...I was so wet from my own juices that the cock had no trouble penetrating me...then I felt another cock head poised at my gaping asshole...the cock in my pussy was pulsing and throbbing...then I felt a mouth on my nipple and I felt the pleasure currents surge throughout my body...then the cock head at my asshole pushed into me...there was a little pain this time but it was open and ready for penetration this time...I was being Double penetrated...what a terribly nasty site this would be for someone walking up on the scene...

I couldn't believe I was being double-penetrated by these strangers and all I could think about was I wished like hell someone was getting a movie of this or at least a picture or two with a camera...what kind of woman would think thoughts like that?????? I wanted to SEE what they were doing to me...I loved what they were doing to me....and then there was a cock pushing through my lips...oh my gawd!!!!! In went the cock into my mouth...it was thick and very hard...I gobbled it up like a starved animal...

"This bitch is hot...look at her, she's made for fucking!!" I heard the guys laughing and carrying on...I didn't care, I was thoroughly in my element...I wanted nothing more than to be fucked silly by these strangers...I wanted to be penetrated and taken in every position they could come up with...I wanted to cum on them and have them cum all over me...I let the animal instincts kick in and I was a complete bitch in heat...a female animal out to get fucked...I felt hot load after hot load being emptied into my bowels, my pussy, my mouth...then cum was being shot all over my naked body...I felt the sticky cum all over my tits and ass, my legs, my arms...

I was moved and thrown down into the leaves, then shoved back up onto the rock...I couldn't get enough...I remember being placed on the rock again on my back, my legs being held very wide apart, I was thinking two guys were each holding a leg open...and then I was being held down by my shoulders...I felt a hot breath on my cum coated pussy and then a mouth licking and sucking on my pussy...a tongue was stroking my clit, playing with it, teasing it...it felt so heavenly...I felt fingers in my pussy, playing with it, finger fucking me while the sucking and tongue flicking of my clit continued...I felt my hips thrusting up to fuck this mouth on my pussy...my nipples were being pinched and then a cock was shoved into my mouth and fucking my mouth while someone was fucking my pussy with his mouth...I was about to explode...the final and biggest orgasm was building in me...I had cum in so many little cums at this point that once I had the big cum I thought I would surely pass out...I was on the edge, riding the big wave of excitement...I didn't want to fall over that edge, wash over the top...the mouth and tongue knew exactly how to work me...I would be just about to cum and it would switch directions of flicking...I was on fire, I was so close, my mind was darting in every direction...I had never felt so alive, so nasty, so fucking hot....

And there it was...I was suddenly falling over the top of the wave of ecstasy...I was choking on the cock that was filling my mouth yet again with cum...I spewed and screamed through the thick jism running out of my mouth and down my cheeks...my hips were wildly thrusting up and I felt the jolts of electricity of my orgasm engulfing my body, causing wave upon wave to overtake me...then there was a cock being shoved into my cumming pussy and I came even harder...I heard myself screaming and bucking...my gawd I came hard!!!!

I must've passed out...I didn't know how long I had laid there or where I was but I was cold...I was naked and on the ground in a pile of leaves...there was a hood still over my head, my arms were still tied behind me...were the men still there, my captors still there waiting for me to come around so they could have another go at me????

"There you are," I heard my friend say. I felt his hands as they worked to untie the rope that held my arms. "What in the world have you been doing?" He pulled the hood off of my head. It was getting dark...I was sore and scratched up...there was dried sticky cum all over me...my clothes were strewn all over the place...

"If I didn't know better I would think you were doing a gang bang...look at you all covered in cum!" he said as he helped me get up...oh the aches and pains that were starting to set in.

"I don't know what happened," I mumbled.

"Right, sure you don't. A nasty gal like you here in the woods, naked, tied up and a hood over her head...please, you expect me to believe you didn't know what happened to you?"

"I...I really am not sure..." I pulled my sweatpants up over my skinned up legs...there were leaves sticking in my hair...leaves stuck to my ass cheeks with dried cum...

"Well, I better get you up to the house and clean you up. Look at you, you look like you were fucked by a whole herd of cocks," he chuckled as he helped me dress. I finally had on all my clothes, my knees were weak but I managed to walk back to the house... 

There on the deck sat 3 guys drinking beer.

"Baby, I want you to meet the guys that helped you be such a nasty girl in the woods."



A Walk in the Woods



19 year old Lisa sat on the back porch of her grandfather's cabin and looked towards the woods. She had been told numerous times to stay out of the woods but no one was very clear about why. When she asked they just told her they were dangerous and left it at that. She sat on the porch swing and gently rocked back and forth, her sandaled foot barely touching the ground. She was bored and horny and didn't want to be here. Her parents brought her here every year since she was 10. She loved visiting with her grandparents, but after the initial greetings, there wasn't really much to do. Her parents and grandparents could spend hours just talking about everything under the sun, but Lisa got bored with the conversations she had heard since she was little.

So she spent her time either sitting on the front porch looking out over the gigantic yard or sitting on the porch swing in back and staring at the woods. There was something about the woods that attracted Lisa. She knew she was supposed to stay away from them that was what everybody told her. But she was attracted to them. She wanted to walk in them and see what was so dangerous. Lisa took a drink of her lemonade and stared at the woods as if she was mesmerized by them. She was startled when the back door opened and her father walked out.

Lisa had always thought her father was a handsome man. At 45, he still looked in a lot of ways like he did when he was 25. The slender build, the dark blue eyes, and the jet black hair. The only thing that showed his age was his hair had patches of gray in it. Lisa hoped she looked as good as her dad when she was his age.

Michael sat down on the swing next to her and smiled. "What ya doing sweetheart?" He asked squeezing her knee like he used to do when she was three.

Lisa sighed and looked at her dad. "Just sitting here, staring at the woods."

Michael's' eyes darkened as he looked at his daughter. "Don't even think about going in them honey. We have told you they are dangerous."

She took another sip of her lemonade then looked at her dad again. "What is so dangerous about them? I mean are there wild animals in there that will eat me?" She laughed but noticed her father's expression hadn't changed. She looked at her father and stopped laughing. "Come on dad, what is so dangerous?"

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then stood up. "Just stay out of the woods honey, I don't want anything to happen to you." He turned back towards the house then stopped. "We are going into town to pick up a few things and maybe go to the movies. You wanna come along?"

Lisa took another drink of her lemonade then handed the empty glass to her dad. "Nah, I think I'm gonna go for a walk. Never really explored the property in all the years we've been coming here. You guys go have fun."

Michael looked at her sternly. "Okay just be careful and stay away from the woods.

Lisa gave him her innocent smile. "I will daddy, you guys have fun."

Michael walked into the house leaving Lisa to look back at the woods again. She sat on the porch swing until she heard her grandfather's truck start then pull out of the driveway. When she was sure they were gone, she stood up and stretched. Her half shirt rose up, until her 38C breasts were peeking out from under the material. She fixed her denim skirt so it molded itself to her slender body.

She stepped off the porch and walked just to the very edge of the woods. She looked into the trees hoping she could see what was so bad about them, but all the saw was the trees swaying in the warm summer breeze. She looked around once to make sure she was alone, then stepped forward into the woods.

She had been walking for about 10 minutes when she realized she couldn't see the sky anymore. She looked up but all she saw was trees. "I hope I don't get lost." She said into the quiet as she sat down on a log and looked around. The wood was quiet as she sat on the log; all around her were trees and more trees.

"There is nothing dangerous in here. I don't know what mom and dad are complaining about." She said to no one in particular as she looked around. She felt her pussy start leaking and thought about playing with herself. "No one around for miles." She said out loud as she stood up and pulled her skirt up exposing her shaved pussy. She sat back down on the log and spread her legs wide open, then reached down and ran her finger over her pussy lips. "Mmmmmm, that feels good." She purred as she pulled her pussy lips open and brushed her finger against her clit. The small nub was peeking out of its hood but as she massaged it, it came out and started throbbing wildly. Lisa leaned back and closed her eyes as she flicked her finger repeatedly over her clit. "Ugh, oh god yessssssss..." She purred feeling shocks of electricity shooting through her body.

She took her finger off her clit and moved her hand down lower, until she came to her soaked slit. Pussy juice was leaking out of her like a faucet. She teased her hole with the tip of her finger, and then slowly slid her finger inside. "Ugh, oh yes, that feels so good." She moaned slowly sawing her finger in and out.

"What do you think you are doing here human?" A deep voice said from her right.

Lisa's eyes flew open and she looked in the direction the voice came from. She gasped and immediately pulled her fingers out of her pussy. "I... I was just...."

The centaur looked at the human girl just laying there; he took a couple of steps towards her. "You are trespassing in our woods."

Lisa had heard of centaurs but she never believed that they actually existed. They were a part of Greek mythology that was it. She was so stunned to see the half horse, half human walking towards her that she didn't think about pulling her skirt down. Her pussy was still throbbing and the centaur was staring straight at it. He licked his lips as he continued towards her, his hooves making no sound on the soft ground.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't know." She stammered watching as he came closer. "I'll just leave." She made to stand up but he reached out his hand and pushed her back down to the log.

"You must pay the toll for trespassing." He said softly looking down at her bare pussy again.

Lisa shivered at the look in his eyes. "W...what is the toll?" 

He smiled as he walked closer to her and dropped his hand down to her pussy. He brushed his finger against her pussy lips and she gasped. "W...what are you doing?" She stammered watching him.

He smiled again. "The toll is your body. You let me fuck you and I let you live."

He slipped his finger between her pussy lips and brushed it against her clit. She shivered and jumped in surprise. "Y... you want to f... fuck me?" She stammered as electricity shot through her body as he flicked his finger repeatedly against her clit.

He smiled broader this time and let his finger drop lower until he was pressing against her slit. He slid his finger inside her and heard her moan. "Oh yes very much so." He slowly sawed his finger in and out of her and Lisa couldn't hold back the moans.

"W...will you make me cum?" She asked slowly opening her eyes and looking at him through lust filled eyes.

He grinned this time as he slid a second finger inside her and started sawing it in and out with the first. "Oh yes, most definitely." He used his free hand to spread her pussy lips open and lowered his head. He licked at her clit and she shivered as she lifted her hips.

He ran his tongue over her clit a few times as he sawed his fingers inside her. "Ugh, oh my god." She panted breathing heavily as she lifted her hips against his face. "Eat me, oh god eat me."

He slid a third finger inside her and sawed them furiously in and out as he flicked his tongue against her clit. Lisa whined with need and humped her pussy against his face. "Ugh, oh god yes, that feels so good." When he wrapped his tongue around her clit, she jumped then moaned hotly. His fingers were flying inside her and his tongue was teasing at her clit making her pant like crazy. She pulled her shirt over her head and started mauling her breasts with her hands. "Ugh, oh god yes, so good." She humped her pussy tighter against his face as she rode him. "Eat my hot pussy, make me cum." She begged leaning back against a tree.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and started sucking greedily on it as he slammed his fingers inside her. Lisa whimpered as she humped her body wildly. "Oh god, so close." She panted breathing hard.

He used his free hand and slipped it underneath her, he teased at her asshole with his finger and she jumped. "Ugh, I've never had anything up there." She panted opening her eyes and looking at him.

He just smiled and pulled his mouth away from her pussy. She whimpered in despair then sighed as she watched him sucking on one of his fingers. He brought it back to her virgin ass and teased at the hole again as he continued working his fingers feverishly inside her. He lowered his mouth back to her cunt and blew on her engorged clit as he pushed his wet finger inside her tight ass to the first knuckle. "Ugh, oh god that feels so strange." She purred feeling him moving his finger in her unused hole. He slowly pressed his finger in deeper and she moaned as pleasure coursed through her body. "Oh yeah, finger my pussy, finger my ass, make me cum." She begged humping furiously against him.

She slammed her body down hard against his thrusting fingers. When he started sawing his finger in and out of her ass, she purred. "God I feel so full, I think I'm going to cum." She panted thrusting her body harder against him.

He locked his lips on her clit once more and slammed his fingers deep inside her. She felt his tongue whipping over her clit as he sucked on it and she went wild. "Fuck, oh god I'm cummminnnnnnnnggggg..." She cried as her body stiffened with release.

The centaur felt her ass tighten around his hand and he smiled. She was hot as a firecracker and he would enjoy fucking her. He felt his cock lengthening out of its sheath and smiled even broader as he pulled his mouth away and pulled his fingers from her body. Lisa lay on the stump trying to get her breathing back under control as she looked at him through half closed eyes. She let her eyes drift down between his legs and smiled as she saw his cock. "You have a nice cock." She purred looking back at his face.

He put his front paws on the log on either side of her and looked at her with steaming eyes. "Suck on it, make it nice and hard so I can fuck you."

Lisa slipped off the log and onto her knees before him. She moved down to her stomach and slid across the ground until she could get at his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and moaned as she felt how hard it was already. His cock had to be at least 10 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. She knew she wouldn't be able to get it all in her mouth but she was going to take as much as she could. She darted out her tongue and ran it over the head. The centaur moaned and closed his eyes as he felt her tongue tease him. "Suck on it girl, take it in your mouth." He ordered as she ran her tongue lovingly over the head.

She opened her mouth and took just the head between her lips. She sucked greedily at the head and was rewarded as a drop of precum slithered into her mouth. She drank it up greedily then dug into his piss hole looking for more. She slowly moved her head down over him taking more of his cock into her hungry mouth as she whipped her tongue all around him. He moaned hotly and pressed forward with his hips burying more of the meat in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," She purred feeling him pressing against the opening to her throat. She pulled her head back, until she kept just the head in her mouth then moved forward once again taking him further inside. She bobbed her head back and forth over him as she whipped him with her tongue. When she held just the head in her hot mouth then would dig her tongue into his pisshole before moving her head over him once again.

He thrust forward with his hips and slowly started face fucking her as he moaned. "Yes, suck that cock."

Lisa sucked harder at his cock as he leaked precum into her mouth. She swallowed the salty essence then continued digging around for more. 

He let her suck at his cock for another minute then slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. "You keep that up and I will cum down your throat." He growled huskily.

She pulled herself back to her knees and smiled at him. "I wouldn't argue, your precum tastes good."

He chuckled as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. "Kneel on the log girl; I want to fuck you now."

Lisa pulled her skirt off then kneeled on the log and placed her hands on the tree behind it. She spread her legs and looked at him over her shoulder. She gasped as she felt his hooves suddenly lurch onto her back. "Put me in you little one." He growled softly as his cock waved in the air.

She reached under her and grasped his hard cock, she rubbed it against her pussy, coating the head in her juices then positioned it against her slit. She moaned when he pushed forward with his hips and buried himself inside her. He pressed her forward with his hooves until she was almost bent in half then started sawing in and out of her with long, slow strokes. "Oh yes, that feels so good." She purred pressing back against him as he filled her.

He fucked her slowly; drilling in as far as he could before pulling back only to impale her once more. "God your pussy feels so good." He growled throwing back his head as he impaled her over and over.

"So does your cock, drill me, fuck me, make me cum." She begged meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own.

He dropped his front hooves to the log on either side of her and started drilling into her faster, pulling out until he held just the head inside her then slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside her once more. "Ugh, oh god yes, fuck me." She purred slamming her pussy back against his thrusting cock.

He wet two fingers in his mouth and pushed them into her ass, fingering her ass as he reamed her pussy. Lisa whimpered with surprise as she felt his fingers invade her unused hole. "Oh, ugh, oh god that feels strange but good."

He fingered her ass faster as he drove his cock hard and deep inside her wet pussy. "Ugh, oh god yes, finger my ass, fuck my pussy." She groaned. "I'm cummminnnnngggg..." She slammed hard back against him taking as much of him as she could as she coated his cock in her juices.

"Oh fuck yes, coat that cock." He growled, feeling her coating him with her juices. He suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and pulled his fingers out of her ass. "Why did you stop?" She asked looking over her shoulder at him.

He smiled and pressed his cock against her untried hole. "No..." She exclaimed as he grasped her ass and held her still as he started to invade her tight ass.

"Oh yes," He growled, slowly penetrating her. "Your pussy has been used before. Your ass is untried and that is the hole I want to fuck."

He continued pressing forward with his hips and watched as he asshole slowly spread open for him. Lisa gritted her teeth as she felt herself being stretched around his huge cock. "Oh god, it's so big. It's too big." She moaned lowering her head down against the log.

He spit on her asshole as he continued slowly pressing into her. "God your ass is so tight." He growled feeling her tighten around him.

She whimpered at his slow invasion. "That's probably because I've never been fucked there before." She clawed at the log as she held on for dear life as she felt him slowly invading her body.

He reached down and stroked her back with his hands. "How does it feel?" He pulled out just a bit then pressed forward once more.

"Ugh, like you are shoving a log up my ass." She grimaced reaching behind her and feeling around her asshole. She was sure she had about half of him buried inside her.

He pushed in as far as he could, then slowly started to withdrawal. She clung to the log as she felt him leaving her. "Ugh, oh god, it feels so strange."

He pulled out about halfway then slowly penetrated her once more. "Take it little girl, take that hot cock up that tight asshole."

He pushed into her as far as he could, and then slowly started withdrawing once more. "Ugh, oh god you're so big." She moaned reaching behind her and tracing her fingers along his cock as he pulled out of her.

"Your ass is so tight but feels so good." He growled penetrating her once more. He started slowly fucking her, pulling out about halfway then pressing back in again. It took her a couple of minutes to realize there was no pain, just a feeling of fullness as he tore into her. When he started moving faster, she gasped.

"Oh... oh my god, I feel so full." She panted feeling him deep inside her.

He chuckled. "You are full human girl; you are full of my hot cock." He fucked her ass faster and she moaned hotly.

"Ugh, oh fuck yes... fuck my ass. Make me cum again." She tentatively pressed back against him and felt him push even further up inside her. "Oh my god you're so fucking deep, it feels like you're in my stomach."

He chuckled as he plowed hard and deep in her asshole. "No little one, just up this tight ass of yours. God it feels so good." He could feel the cum boiling in his balls and he fucked her even harder and faster.

Lisa clung to the log as she pushed back against him. She could feel her orgasm rising hard and fast and knew she was going to cum hard. She was going to cum harder then she had ever cum before. "Fuck me, fuck my ass, oh fuck I'm cummminnnnngggg..." Her ass tightened around his thrusting cock as she came and he howled.

"Yes, cut my cock in half. Oh fuck I'm cummminnnnngggg..." He buried himself inside her and spewed her insides with his hot cum.

"Oh god yes, fill my ass with your hot cum." She whimpered as she went flying over the edge once more. Her body shook with release and she moaned hotly.

He moved inside her a couple more times then slowly pulled his cock free. Lisa turned around on the log so she was sitting on her butt and smiled at him. "That was fantastic."

He just grinned as he pulled away from her. "Come in the forest again little one and I will use your body again." He disappeared in the trees and Lisa quickly pulled her clothes on.

Lisa ran through the woods and back to the house. When she got there she quickly looked for the truck. It wasn't there, so she knew she was safe. She could still feel the centaurs cum leaking out of her asshole and smiled. She would definitely be heading into the woods again, whenever she could to have fun with her new centaur lover.

THE END.



A Walk in the Woods



Becky is the kind of friend you can confide in. She's the kind of friend you can whine to about your spouse, cry with, drink with or tell your deepest hang-ups to. She's the kind of friend who gives you a bath if you're unable. Those kinds of friends don't grow on trees.

So when Becky approached me wearing a scowl, I was ready for anything – including doing all I could to help.

"I'm worried about Tommy," she said. "He seems so aloof and withdrawn. Now that he's started college he should be having a blast meeting new friends and maybe even a girl. Instead, he's spending too much time in his room. If I didn't know better I'd say he was flirting with depression instead of flirting with girls!"

"Tommy's such a great kid...can you think of what could have brought this on?"

"Well, he was doing great at first; but then one by one his new pals started pairing up with girls. Unfortunately, Tommy's so shy he still hasn't found a girlfriend. Maybe he's sad about that."

"Why do you think he's so shy around girls?"

"I don't know. I used to worry about him because he's been such a late bloomer, but now that he's eighteen, he's finally caught up."

"Humm, being less developed than your peers is a terrible thing for a boy. Kids are so cruel during adolescence and being teased or just having to expose yourself in the shower can have lasing effects. Believe me, as a middle school teacher I've seen it all. Maybe Tommy just needs a little help to boost his self-confidence."

"I guess you might be right, but he barely even talks to me. I don't think I've got a prayer of getting through to him; and Tom senior would just scare the shit out of him."

"Actually, I wasn't thinking about you or Tom. I've got a pretty good idea what makes kids like Tommy tick and I'll bet I could help. Would you like me to have a little chat with him?"

"Wow that would be fantastic! Do you really think you could reach him?" 

"I think so, but I've got to warn you that what I've got in mind is a little unconventional. It would need to stay totally private. You'd have to promise never to mention our talk or ask him about it. Are you willing to trust me? It's a deal breaker."

"Oh, Audrey I'd trust you with anything – even Tommy!"

"OK, great. I'll give it some thought. Is Tommy still into photography?"

"He was until all of this started, but I don't think he's taken a shot in months."

"Is he coming to our picnic on Saturday?"

"I hope so, but you never know these days."

"Why don't you tell him to bring his camera? Tell him there's an old barn I'd like to show him that would be a great subject for black and white shots. That'll give us an excuse to disappear for awhile. Your job is to make sure he comes!"

"OK, I'll do my best. And thanks so much."

The three days until Saturday were going to be long ones for me. The humiliation of naïve young men like Tommy is a visceral turn-on for me, and I couldn't wait to see how far I could make him go. And ironically, if my plan worked, my friend Becky, Tommy and I would all be winners.

I hardly slept at all Friday night. When morning finally came I was bursting with anticipation. I wanted to be as horney as possible for my encounter with Tommy, and that meant finding an excuse not to have our usual Saturday Sex. My solution was actually quite brilliant. I enticed my husband with the prospect of devoting my entire attention to pleasuring him with my tongue and fingers. At first he resisted, but when I started coating his testicles and burgeoning erection with saliva he melted. By the time I started teasing the underside of his glans with my moist fingers and probing the tip of his penis with my tongue, he was writhing in pleasure. His precum oozed out as I brought him to the edge over and over. When he couldn't stand it any longer he took charge – alternately sliding his hands down the length of his shaft. It was his favorite masturbatory technique. He had a powerful orgasm almost immediately, and the smell of fresh semen permeated the room. It took all of my will power not to join him in my own powerful release, but somehow I managed to convince myself to wait for Tommy. The poor little bastard didn't have a chance!

At last the picnic arrived. When we had finally cooked and eaten our burgers, and I had managed to hold off for what I thought was a respectable period of time, I sweetly asked Tommy if he would like to see the barn I had told his mom about. He didn't seem too excited, but consented to go.

Just before we got to the barn I casually said, "Hey Tommy, can I ask you something?"

"I guess."

"Your mom told me she's a little worried about you. For one thing, she says you having trouble finding a girlfriend."

"Um, I guess that's right".

"Would you like to talk about it a little, maybe I could help?"

The poor kid must have really been desperate because even though I could tell it was the last thing he wanted to admit he said, "It's just that I get really nervous around girls and all. I never know what to say and well, you know, I just, I just..."

"Oh Tommy, there's no reason to be afraid of girls. Most of them are probably just as nervous as you are. All you have to do is relax, be yourself and take a little initiative. Most girls would love to hook up with a good looking guy like you."

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely! I'll bet after a date or two most girls won't be able to keep their paws off of you!"

He didn't exactly look comfortable with the prospect.

"Does that idea scare you, Tommy?"

"Um, I guess so. It's just, well, you know, I, I ..."

"Tommy, are you a virgin?"

His body language made a verbal response unnecessary.

"And maybe a little worried about having to get naked if things get serious?"

"Um, well, maybe a little."

"You know what Tommy? There are only three things a guy needs to connect with a girl, and I think you can have all three."

"Really?"

"Of course I do. The first is a just being a nice guy. I've known you your whole life, and take it from me you're head and shoulders above most boys I know in that department. The second is to be squeaky clean. And finally, you need to be at ease with your own body and have a little self-confidence. A guy who is comfortable in his own skin is a real turn-on for girls."

"I guess two out of three isn't bad," he mumbled.

My plan was to control him using a demeaning attitude while playing on his inexperience and lack of self-confidence. With any luck, Tommy was about to lead himself more and more deeply into the depths of humiliation. But hopefully, he would emerge with a brand new perspective. I was feeling very good about my prospects. 

"Look Tommy, I've got an idea. I know you've got the first thing nailed – you're a great guy. And I think I can help you with the other two if you're willing to take a chance."

"What kind of chance?"

"Just the risk of feeling a little embarrassed. I think we should check out your body together. With a little coaching I'll bet we can bolster your confidence and double check your hygiene at the same time. This could be a game changer for you Tommy."

"You promise not to tell anyone?"

"Not a soul Tommy – especially your mom."

"And I can quit whenever I want – like if it gets too 'embarrassing' like you said?"

"Absolutely. All you have to do is say so and we'll stop and pretend it never happened."

"Well, I guess it's OK."

"You're being very brave, Tommy. I'm proud of you. Why don't we just go under that tree in the soft grass and sit down?"

When we were settled I said, "OK, Tommy, let's start slowly. Why don't you close your eyes and try to relax while I touch your ears."

I worked my fingers lightly from the front of his ears to the back and ended up pinching his lobes. Then I placed my fingertips inside his ear canals a bit more firmly. He was making a gallant effort not to freak out.

"Tell me how that feels, Tommy."

"Pretty good I guess. It makes me feel kind of funny."

"That's good Tommy. Your ears are one of several erogenous zones on your body. That means stimulating them can help make you feel excited and sexy. Do you think you would like it if some girl probed you ear with the tip of her tongue?"

"Uh huh, I think that would feel really nice."

"And do you think you would have felt that way when you were ten or eleven?"

"No way, I would have thought it was gross!"

"Of course you would have. And that would have been an age-appropriate response, but now that you've matured, you're responding like an adult. You might want to try caressing a girl's ears sometime. That would show her you're a sensitive and caring guy. Girls love that kind of thing. OK, I think we're ready to move on. Why don't you take off you tee-shirt?"

I was buzzing with anticipation as he reluctantly complied with my command. 

"That's great Tommy. Does it concern you that you have only peach fuzz on your chest?"

"A little maybe."

"Let me tell you a secret. More girls are turned off by guys that are too hairy than guys with no hair at all. In fact, I'd say you're fortunate not to look like an ape. Do you have hair under your arms?"

"Sure, doesn't everybody?"

"Well, most guys do, but not everyone. Can you raise your arms for me so I can see?"

Obediently he did as I asked.

"You have nice blonde hair under there, Tommy. That's perfect."

He smelled like Old Spice deodorant.

"I'm glad you use deodorant Tommy. You'd be surprised how many of my students I've had to lecture about that. Now, I want to show you something else". 

My fingertips played very, very softly on the area around his nipples. I took my time before rolling them between my fingers more firmly. I could tell he was getting into it.

"How does that make you feel, Tommy?"

"Really nice. Even better than the ear thing."

They're also erogenous zones, Tommy. See how they responded to my touch? It's more noticeable with girls, but guy's nipples get erect when they're caressed too. Once again, your body is functioning as an adult Tommy – not like the boy you were a few years ago. Now let's take a look at your finger nails."

They were remarkably clean and well trimmed. I've seen way worse – even on girls his age.

"Excellent Tommy. You've done a great job with these. You get an A-plus in the hygiene department. Long dirty fingernails are a turn off for anyone, but especially a girl you're trying to get sexy with. Why don't you take off your shoes and socks and let's see how you're doing with you toenails?"

They were a bit on the long side, but far from disgusting. Nevertheless, I decided to let him know who was in charge.

"I'm afraid there's a bit of a problem here Tommy. You need to do a better job of keeping your toenails neatly trimmed. Toes and toenails are very important to girls. They like to make them especially pretty by painting them and getting pedicures. It's very important for you to clean between your toes every day. The last thing we want is for girl to find toe jam while she's sucking them."

I made him separate each of his toes so I could perform a thorough inspection. Fortunately for him, his toes were clean enough that I could hardly resist sucking on them myself.

"OK Tommy, I think we can move on. It's time for your jeans to come off."

He was a bit more hesitant, but seemed resigned to the fact that he had little choice in the matter. After a little hesitation he unzipped and slowly pulled them down.

"You have very strong legs Tommy! Good musculature with just the right amount of fuzzy hair. Once again, most girls don't like guys that are too hairy. Those legs are a definite strength."

It didn't take a genius to figure out what came next, and I could tell my young mark was bracing for the finale.

"OK, now comes the hardest part Tommy. I need you to take off your underpants. And it's important that you understand no matter what we find under there, I don't want you to be embarrassed or ashamed. All guys think they need a big penis to be a man, but I'm telling you it simply isn't that important with most girls. The three things I've told you about are much more important, so I don't want you to be afraid to show yours to a girl. Even if you think it's too small. And you should remember that practically no boy thinks his is big enough, so you're not alone in being worried about it. You probably don't believe all of this Tommy, but it's true. Now just take your time, and when you're ready go ahead."

He was visibly squirming and I was loving every minute.

"I don't think I want to do this part Audrey. Really, I'm feeling much better about myself and I think I'll be OK now. I appreciate what you've done for me but I think it's best if I just get dressed and we go back to the picnic."

"We can do that if you really want to Tommy, but I don't think it's a good idea to chicken out now. You've been doing so well, and if you can just find the courage to go a little farther you won't be sorry. I know you're scared, but this is the very most important part of the examination and I'd hate for you to miss it. Just try to be brave one more time and you'll be glad you did."

I almost felt sorry for him as he agonized over the decision. He knew I was right, and I was betting his need to be macho would not allow him to take the coward's way out. Thank God my bet paid off.

"Are you sure no one is going to find us?"

"Yes Tommy, I've been here lots of times. It's my secret place. In all the years I've been coming here, I've never seen a soul."

Finally he took a deep breath and slowly pulled down his boxers.

As I suspected, his penis was definitely on the small side – slender and a bit disappointing in the length department, but still adequate. Nevertheless, his feelings of manliness undoubtedly took a hit every time he compared himself at the urinal. But there was a wonderful surprise. 

"Oh my God, Tommy, you're not circumcised!"

"Is that bad?" he said defensively, "My parents told me they didn't believe in it because they don't think it's natural."

"Oh no Tommy, it's a very good thing! You have something that I'll bet none of your buddies have – a foreskin. Do you have any idea how interested girls will be in that? I guarantee the first girl you show yourself to will tell her friends, and in no time you'll have them beating down your door. This is wonderful!"

"You really think so. I've always been worried about it since I'm different from the other guys."

"Well mark my words, they'll be singing a different tune soon. It does present a bit of a problem though. There's no way we can check to be sure you've been keeping yourself clean under there while you're soft. And it's imperative that we do so because if you aren't, gunkey stuff called smegma can accumulate and it would be an immediate turn off for any girl. So I know you weren't expecting this Tommy, but I'm afraid you're going to have to get an erection before we can finish. I promise this will be the last thing I'll make you do."

He was clearly taken by surprise and probably mortified at the prospect of getting hard for me. He was blushing like the innocent teenage he was. 

"But I can't get hard unless, I um..."

"That's right Tommy. All you have to do is touch yourself like you do when you masturbate, and before long we'll be in business."

He was mortified. Not only was he tastily admitting that he masturbates, but he was getting maneuvered into showing me how he does it. Things were turning out even better than I'd hoped. My panties were soaked.

"Now Tommy I don't want any excuses. We both know you need to do this. Just close your eyes and do what comes naturally. It might help to think about something you usually do when you play with yourself. I'll let you know when you can stop. Now just suck it up and be a man about this. It'll all be over in a few minutes and then we'll be done. Do it now Tommy."

Much to my delight he spread his tee-shirt out on the grass in front of the tree and sat on it. He closed his eyes and heisted. I figured he was either conjuring up his courage or one of his masturbation fantasies. A few seconds later he cradled his testicles in one hand and began moving his foreskin up and down with the other. It took maybe ten strokes before he had produced an impressive erection (like most guys with smaller penises his expanded to a very respectable size), but I couldn't resist making him continue for a few more minutes. I was savoring the fact that this young hunk was openly masturbating at my command. I could barely resist joining him, but finally I gave him permission to stop.

"That's very good Tommy. You have a good enough erection for us to proceed. Now I need you to pull back your foreskin so we can see how well you've been taking care of business."

Hesitatingly he used the hand he had been stroking himself with to comply with my command.

"No, Tommy. Use both hands so you can pull it back all the way and I can see everything."

Obediently (if a bit awkwardly) he used both hands to expose himself fully. He was scrupulously clean.

"Wonderful Tommy. Not a trace of gunk under there. I'll bet the fresh air feels nice. If I were you I'd do exactly what you're doing now the first chance you get when you're with a girl. You'll be showing her something she's never seen and she will love it!"

A large drop on precum emerged and clung tenaciously to his opening. It made me think of the session with my husband this morning, and the thought sent a new wave of excitement through my body. 

"That's called precum Tommy. You've probably seen it before. It lubricates the inside of your penis so your seminal fluid can come out more easily when you ejaculate. It's yet another thing you can show to girls. Are you starting to see how much you have to offer Tommy?" 

The drop was getting bigger and I decided to make my next move.

"Oh Tommy, what have I been thinking? You must be about ready to burst. We've still got lots of time so why don't you just go ahead and finish what you started?"

"No way! I can't do that!"

"Of course you can Tommy. Remember, no one will ever know, and if you go back to the picnic now, you'll be miserable. It's not healthy to get yourself so excited and not take care if it. Go ahead now Tommy, you know what to do."

"But I'd feel so ashamed."

"That's nonsense Tommy. Masturbation is a fundamental part of your development. It helps prepare you for sexual intercourse later on and provides a safe and appropriate way to address the powerful urges all adolescents get. And besides, every boy does it. I'll bet about a million other boys your age will be doing it at exactly the same time. In fact, lots of guys do it all their lives. Would you believe my husband did it while I watched just this morning! He'd kill me if he knew I told you, but it's true. Please, please don't tell him I told you." 

Tommy's eyes were wide.

"So how often do you do it Tommy?"

He took a deep breath and said, "I guess almost every day."

"That's good Tommy. Do you do it in your bed before school?"

"No, I usually do it in the shower."

"Did you do it this morning?"

"I guess so."

"I see. That explains why you're so clean under there. Actually, doing it in the shower is a great idea because you automatically keep yourself clean and you don't have to worry about the mess when you're done. Where else do you do it?"

"I guess I've done it in some bathrooms at school. I'm afraid to do it where someone might catch me."

He was feeling more comfortable now.

"I hope you're beginning to understand that even if they did catch you it wouldn't be anything to be ashamed about. Tommy, I want you to promise me that you'll try not to feel guilty about your masturbating from now on. In fact, I want to you feel good about it. Try doing it in some new places. And you don't have to do it the same way every time. Try experimenting with some different techniques. Sometime, you might even want to do it for a girl. And she might do it for you. Girls like to masturbate too you know."




A Walk in the Woods



The precum had continued to seep out and was now dripping down his erection. 

"This is ridiculous Tommy. You're leaking all over the place. This is no time for foolishness. We both know what needs to be done. And knowing that I'll be watching will make it even more exciting for you. Now I want you to be man and just do it!"

Apparently desire overcame his embarrassment. He leaned back against the tree and began working his beautiful cock. The precum coated his erection as his hand moved up and down. It took maybe ninety seconds for the fireworks to begin. When he was done, the incriminating evidence displayed itself copiously on the grass before him. I was stuck by the beauty of two natural things mingling with each other in the bright sunshine. 

When his composure returned, he looked at me sheepishly – obviously looking for some kind of acknowledgement.  

"Good boy Tommy! Now don't you feel better? Aren't you glad you did that? And I'll bet it was a good one too. Just look at how far you squirted, and how much came out. And it wasn't even your first time today. I loved watching it Tommy. Any girl would. You should be very proud of yourself. 

He could barely conceal his feelings of accomplishment.

"Now Tommy, remember what I said. No more feeling guilty about masturbating. I want you to do it whenever you feel like it. Even more important, you don't need to be nervous or apprehensive around girls anymore. Just remember that you have all three things they want in a boy and a healthy young penis you can be proud of." 

The look on Tommy's face told me he could hardly wait to get started. I could now tell Becky that he would be fine, but of course I was a mess. I hadn't had an orgasm in over a week and I was more turned on than I've ever remembered being. I thought about masturbating for Tommy on the spot, but I knew it would be confusing for him and I'd hate myself for it later. That's when I thought of the perfect solution. I told Tommy it was time to go back to the picnic. When we got there, I smiled at my husband and said, "Hey Hon, you've got to check out this place Tommy and I found. Come on; let me show it to you.

As it turned out, we wouldn't miss our Saturday Sex after all!



A Walk In The Woods



I come across you during a walk in the woods, leaning against a tree with a short pink camisole, fishnet thigh highs and heels. You don't see me yet but I feel my loins stir and know that I must have you.

I come up behind you and wrap my arms around you, running my hands up and down your body, feeling the silky camisole against your skin. I cup your breasts and squeeze, feeling the heavy weight I love so much. You turn your head and give me a slow sensual kiss with just enough tongue to tease my mouth. A slow groan escapes my throat and I lean my hardening bulge against your ass. You slightly arch your back and lean into me, increasing the fervor of your kiss.

My hand moves down your back and under the camisole and over your smooth round ass. My fingers work their way into the soft folds of your pussy lips. I move slightly beside you with my right hand exploring your ever moistening pussy, and my left hand kneading your bulging breasts. You look at me with wanton desire, mewing and whimpering as my finger circles your clitoris with gentle attention.

You have your feet about shoulder width apart and you take a small step to spread your legs open wider. I move in front of you and kiss you hungrily for several minutes, grinding my hard cock against you. Your hips respond with pressure as another long slow groan escapes your lips.

I move down and grab each breast hard and squeeze, taking each nipple in my mouth through the material. I gently bite and worship each nipple and breast before kneeling lower before you. I kiss and caress your smooth round belly before lifting up the front of the camisole and move my head under.

I reach down and put a hand around each ankle and slowly caress up, loving the feel of the thigh highs, which makes my throbbing member ache even more. I lean in and gently breath in your sweet musk and slowly lick the outside of your pussy lips. I work my tongue up and down your pussy, stopping at the top to work your clitoris with the hardened tip of my tongue. Your legs begin to tremble and I hear your breathing pick up and your low steady moaning continues.

You hunch your hips forward to force more of your hot cunt into my face. I respond by holding the back of each thigh and pulling you in as my tongue and lips continue to assault your now dripping wet pussy. I push my tongue deep into your pussy and lick upward landing on your clitoris where I begin a steady flick of my tongue as I feel your hips involuntarily begin to rotate and grind into my face. I growl with excitement and continue flicking your clit faster and with two fingers reach up into your sweet hot cunt. You cry out as my fingers massage the ridges of your walls and curve up and dance on your g-spot. I begin to fuck in and out with my fingers, still flicking your clit. Your hips buck and legs tremble and you grab the tree for support.

"Oh God, that feels so good. Fuck me baby!!", you cry out and I realize you're ready for my fingers to be replaced with something hot, hard, and long. I stand up and take my pants off while my erection springs out of my pants. You kneel down and swiftly take me into your mouth, running your tongue around my shaft and tickling the tip of my engorged cock. I am so turned on that I grab your head and fuck your mouth with a few fevered thrusts before pulling out and standing you up.

I turn you around to face the tree and move behind you. I lift up the camisole and see your sweet round white ass followed by the black thigh highs and I'm overcome with lust for you. I nustle my turgid cock in your ass and reach around and aggressively pinch and grab your breasts, kneading them hard. You press your ass against me and tell me, "I want that hard cock inside me now!" and you spread your legs and lean forward, offering your beautiful backside to me.

You arch your back as I slip my heavy cock into your wanton dripping pussy. You look back and tell me, "Yes! fuck me deep with that thick throbbing cock!" You moan as I slowly press my hardened cock deep into your ravenous cunt and hold it briefly before grabbing your hips. I begin to fuck in and out of you deeply and with increasing tempo. You're moaning loudly while repeating, "yes, yes, yes" and press back into me, your dripping pussy taking in all of my hot dick. My passion increases and I begin a fast assault on your pussy, slamming in and out with fervor. You go up on your toes and steady yourself against the tree as your body jerks and jolts with each pounding thrust.

I hear you saying, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and you start to convulse on my cock as I grab your hips harder and pull you into me as I hunch my hips to force my dick deeper into your quivering pussy. My orgasm begins and my balls pull up as my dick hardens more. You feel this and squeeze your pussy around my cock and lean back harder into me. I thrust a few more times as you cry out in the throes of your orgasm, and I force myself into you hard, my cock buried deep, by stomach pressed against your ass and I scream as my cock convulses and spews hot cum into your ravaged cunt.

We thrust madly against each other as our orgasms overtake our bodies. We gradually slow down and I wrap my arms around you and hug you hard as my softening cock slips from you. "Nice outfit!", I tell you....



A Walk in the Woods



ESCAPING TO EDEN

The only sound in the forest was the breeze swishing through the tops of the tall pines. On the forest floor, the thick mat of needles was like a soft, spongy carpet that cushioned each footstep. As we carried our picnic provisions between the tree trunks, each step was as silent as if we were tiptoeing, and the music of the pines was like the background score in a suspense movie. We found a tiny clearing, just wide enough to accommodate our blanket, and set Jan's backpack down in a corner and my cooler next to it, agreeing to all these decisions in muted voices, barely above a whisper. Looking around, we were fascinated by the solemn beauty of the place. It could have been a majestic cathedral.

I lay down on the blanket and motioned Jan to lie beside me. Our eyes darted everywhere, taking in the interplay of light and shadow, of brown trunks, light green undergrowth, and darker pine needles.

Jan rolled onto her side to face me and softly said, "Hold me, Jack." I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gently pulled her close. I could feel her breath against my neck. "I love you, Jack. It's so still here, like being in a world of our own, without another soul to break in on our privacy. This is our own little Garden of Eden, and all the world beyond these trees doesn't exist any more."

"You're right, that's just what it feels like. Lying here, I can feel every muscle in my body relaxing. And I can feel your heart beating. It's so peaceful, and the trees sort of recede into the background so I can concentrate on you. This is the only way that I ever feel totally at peace, when I'm holding you, looking at your face, your body, and feeling you warm and soft in my arms. Comfortable? Can I do anything to make it better for you?"

"I'm all right now. My shoulders were a little tired from hunching forward carrying the backpack but they're feeling better now. Could you rub them a little?"

The invitation was unmistakable, and I had to suppress the impulse to reach over suddenly and rip her clothes off. Instead I made myself move slowly, undoing one button at a time, but I didn't stop at two or three; instead I let my fingers march steadily down to the very last one. I pushed the shirt open, and Jan raised up halfway to let me take it off and toss it over by the backpack. I pushed her blonde hair back from her shoulders and rubbed the places where the straps had pressed against her tender skin. Then I slipped the bra straps down off her shoulders and rubbed those spots, too. Finally I reached around back and unhooked the bra, which found its new home on top of the shirt. Jan smiled a little contented smile and did to my shirt what I'd done to hers, then lay down with her beautiful breasts pressed into the hairs of my chest. We lay still, just enjoying the feeling of skin on skin and the intimacy we had achieved without saying a word. "I love you, too, Jan. Loving you is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I want to hold you like this forever."

Then a bullet slapped into a tree trunk about four feet from our heads with a cracking sound, followed immediately by the bang of a rifle in the distance, and I instinctively tightened my grip on Jan and rolled up over her to shield her from harm. I could feel little pieces of pine bark falling onto my bare back. 

Jan struggled a little, and I whispered, "Stay down. We make a small target down here on the ground. That shot may have been to scare us into doing something, and if we stand up and run we may be shot down. If the message is just supposed to be for us to get out of here, somebody will warn us off. Let's just wait and see what happens. You stay where you are." I rolled off her and reached over to the backpack, lifting the flap on the side so I could pull my pistol out of it. It was a 9mm, loaded with thirteen hollow point cartridges in the magazine and one in the chamber. It was an accurate shooter, a good defensive weapon at twenty yards but useless at a hundred, which I guessed was the distance from us to the rifleman. With my other hand I grabbed Jan's shirt and quickly rolled back to her side, laying the shirt over her, and spreading it out so it covered the gun on the blanket between our bodies.

"Just lie still. If they just want us to clear out, they'll tell us. If they want to kill us, the shooter will have to get closer to get a clear shot between the tree trunks. I'm hoping that he'll come right up to us to say something. Then I could get a shot at him. We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

"Jack, I hear somebody coming!" I laid a finger across her lips and inched away just enough to free up my right hand and arm. I picked up the pistol and shoved the safety off with my thumb, and then tried to hold it loosely so my hand wouldn't shake when I raised it up. Jan was trembling with fear. I was afraid, too, but tried not to let my body fail me when I needed to act quickly. I recall bargaining with my body, thinking that when this was over I'd allow myself the luxury of going all to pieces, if only I could maintain control when I needed it.

A man approached and stopped just beyond the blanket. He was tall and lean, wearing jeans tucked into work boots and a plaid shirt with the sleeves torn off. He had a week's growth of beard, and dark hair sticking out from under a grimy John Deere cap. In his right hand he held a 30 caliber bolt action rifle with a scope, pointing down at the ground. He looked us over and said, "Well if this ain't cozy. Listen, I'll give you two kids a chance to git outta here. You got one minute to git outta my sight 'fore I start shootin'."

Way back where the gunman had come from, a man shouted, "Put 'em down, Newt. Can't have 'em runnin' their mouths to the law. Remember, they've seen yer face."

Newt's hand holding the rifle started to move, and stopped. He was thinking, apparently something that he didn't do often and couldn't do quickly. I guessed he was hesitant to murder us in cold blood, and he might be thinking of the hard work of dragging our bodies away through the woods and digging a grave. While he thought it over I lifted my pistol, still covered by Jan's shirt, and got off a q



A Walk in the Woods



I stood in front of my closet, pondering the possibilities. A quick glance at the clock showed me that I had very little time left before he would be here. Smiling to myself I pulled out a figure hugging black and purple bodice, knee length loose black skirt, and my favorite pair of high heeled black boots. Another quick glance at the clock with a small giggle of anticipation and I started getting dressed. Once finished with that I carefully applied makeup to accent my eyes and lips before beginning the task of curling my hair.

Minutes before he arrives I make sure I've got all I need in my small purse- a flashlight, blindfold, ID and house keys. Giggling quietly I pull on my long jacket, leaving it unbuttoned for now before I look at myself in the one long mirror I own. Nodding in satisfaction, I make one last adjustment to my bodice and the twin mounds of flesh that it holds firmly in place before buttoning the three buttons on the jacket. I allow my gaze to slide over my reflection once more, tugging the lapels of the 'Gentleman's Jacket' straight with yet another giggle of anticipation of what I've got planned. Jumping slightly as my phone jingles at me from the table, I whirl around to grab it just as he walks in the door... and stops.

"Well, are you ready to go Love?" I ask as he stands there staring at me. The look on his face is priceless as his gaze travels the length of my body, puzzlement and lust swirling through his eyes as he spots my boots and a glimpse of my outfit under the jacket. He has to swallow a few times before he's able to answer- "Um, yea... where we going?" 

As far as he knows I simply wanted to go for a drive, but I've not told him all my plans for the evening. As we leave the house, he double checks the locks on the door before stumbling down the stairs after me. I've already reached the car and have leaned against it, propping one boot heel on the door I allow the jacket to part. Just then the wind kicks up briefly and gives him a glimpse of the top of my stockings under the short skirt.

Once settled in the car I give him a general direction to go, glad that he hasn't taken the time to learn where different backwoods go. After about 15 minutes of driving we pull into an isolated parking lot that is borders one of the state parks. Before he can ask me why we are here I pull the blindfold out of my purse with a grin. "Put it on, promise nothing bad will happen to you Love."

Taking the blindfold from me he slips it on after sliding out of the car. Watching him trust me makes me smile, a tingle running down my spine just before I take his hand and start leading him into the woods. Walking quietly I lead him to a spot I picked out a few weeks before when I was here with a few friends of mine. Turning I tug him to me and whisper gently in his ear as I press against him. "We are all alone... you ready for your surprise?" He nods, still silent though his breathing has increased in pace.

I nudge one of his shoulders lightly, turning him in place before I push against both his shoulders, causing him to trip on a loose branch and land on the stump that is now behind him. Talking softly I step back from him until I'm just out of reach. "Remember Love, keep your hands to yourself... and you can take the blindfold off." He nods again, nearly whispering "I remember. Where are." He stops abruptly as he takes the blindfold off because I've unbuttoned my jacket, pushed it back on the sides and lightly rested my hands on my hips- finally letting him see the outfit. "Wow."

Letting a slow smile curl my lips I slowly bend over to give a needless adjustment to my boot tops, giving him a clear view of my bodice held cleavage. "Thanks Love, now... hands behind you on the stump... and no touching me." Flashing him a wicked grin I step forward as he complies. "I know you've been a good boy so I decided to give you a bit of a reward... and myself as well." As I talk to him, I let my gaze sweep over his body, lingering over his groin while my fingers walk up his muscular thighs to the growing lump that I know is his cock trapped behind his zippered jeans. One fingernail drags over the closed teeth of the zipper as I watch his blue eyes glaze slightly at the sensations I'm causing. 

His breath catches slightly just as my questing fingers find the tab of the zipper. Leaning forward I kiss him lightly, so light it is barely a brush of my lips against his while my fingers begin dragging the zipper down slowly. His breath catches again as a cool breeze sweeps over him, rustling the bushes that keep us hidden from the trail. "Shh... You don't want to disturb anyone do you?" I flash him a wicked grin after whispering against his lips. With the zipper down, I slide my fingers over the barely exposed flesh before slipping the button free and releasing him from the tight confines of his jeans. Bending farther over I brush my hair to one side, baring my neck to him moments before my moist tongue flicks across the tip of his cock. 

He gasps quietly, hands almost coming up from the stump which causes me to chuckle quietly and glance up at his eyes again, still bent over. "Remember, no touching." Giving him a slow wink I turn my attention back to his semi-hard manhood. Toying with him, I flick my tongue across the tip again, loving the sound of his gasp. Wondering if I can get a bigger noise out of him I wrap my lips around just the head and continue flicking my tongue over him while my hands keep me supported via his thighs. With my hands on his legs I can feel every twitch of the muscle, twitch of pleasure and the halted motions of him shifting to reach for me as his cock hardens. Keeping just the head of him in my hot mouth I bend my knees; shifting the angle so he can watch me toy with him. Once comfortable I slowly start sucking his hard length farther in; which drew another gasp from him. One hand came up off the log briefly and I paused, his cock still deep in my mouth. A soft growl and his hand went back to the log as a shudder rippled down his body.

Carefully regulating my breathing I swallowed him down, the tip of him slipping into the beginning of my throat. Pausing, I opened my eyes to look up at his face to find his head tilted back in ecstasy. Flexing my throat slightly freezes his gasping breath briefly before his hand comes up once more. No longer able to control himself, one long fingered hand wraps itself in my hair to pull me back some. "Keep that up and I won't last long" he gasps softly. I tug against his hand, continuing to suckle his cock; lost in the pleasure of giving to him. 

His hand tightens in my hair as he pulls me nearly off his throbbing cock; only to push me back down and hold me there for a few moments. Gasping around him I grab a breath while I have the chance. Knowing what is coming next I try to relax into his hold, trusting in him not to hurt me. He continues to control my movements for a few minutes while I continue to suck his cock, using every trick I know to bring him closer to the edge. His breathing becomes more and more ragged the longer I allow him to use my mouth for his own pleasure. Shifting slightly I slide one hand under my chest and up towards his still hidden balls. Carefully scratching at the material I am unrelenting in my oral work. Listening to his sounds and knowing he's using me for his pleasure causes my pussy to start dripping; just the thought of doing this with him had me wet. 

Feeling him on the edge of the cliff of orgasm I tug once more at his grip, this time freeing my hair. Flicking my gaze upwards once more I swallow him down one more time; lodging his tip in my throat I open my lips. Sliding my tongue out I gently flick the point at his balls which my other hand has raised to within reach. Feeling that bit of cool moisture in contrast to the hot cavity I've captured his cock in is just enough to send him over the edge; his growls and other sounds loud in the twilight blanketed woods. Keeping him as deep as I can I wait until I'm sure he's spent before I begin swallowing the fruits of our labor; not releasing him until I've swallowed it all.

Tucking him back into his jeans I smile. "Well, still don't like the woods Love?" This last is said as I stand up and stretch while watching him try and talk; he finally settles for a shake of his head. Chuckling quietly I lean against a nearby tree while I wait for him to gather his breath. "Let me know when you are ready to go Love...I know I'd like to go have dinner now that I've had dessert."

Hearing that last he opens one eye to look at me before shaking his head slightly. Gathering himself after another minute or two he rises unsteadily to his feet. "Lead on seductress... just know that I get to have my revenge when we get home." Laughing quietly in anticipation I start off through the woods, heading back to the car. Glancing back at him over one shoulder my reply is easy. "Promises, promises."



A Walk in the Woods



Last night, you led me by the hand down a wooded path. The sun was streaming down through the canopy like glitter, dressing the forest floor with light and dark contrasts that made everything seem alive. I smelled wild flowers, intoxicating scents of lavender, basil, and cut grass steamed around us. I could not determine from where they were coming. All around us were trees and ferns.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but not really caring. Your hand was in mine, and it was electric. It felt warm and your touch made the hair on my arm tingle.

"Shhh," you whispered. "We're almost there." But I looked around and I could not see any opening through the trees. It was never ending forest. There was no one around and all I could hear were birds and leaves rustling. For all I knew we were miles away from civilization. I enjoyed the prospect of being lost in the woods with you. 

We continued down the path for a little longer, but you were irresistible. All I wanted was to steal more kisses. I pulled you with me against a massive tree trunk. Your body pressed against mine, you smelled a little of sweat and sunlight as I leaned in to kiss you, but you interrupted me.

"Don't you want to get there?" you asked, sounding a little excited. Your breath was warm against my ear.

"Of course, but can't we take our time?" I replied.

You leaned in to kiss me. Our lips parted and our tongues met, swirling around each other. Slowly, we explored each other. You licked my lower lip, I nibbled on yours. Our hands wandered. First, your hands rested on my hips, but they traveled to the small of my back, pressing yourself against me. My hand started around your neck, but soon traveled to your shoulders and chest. I breathed you in, all your lusciousness, each wet kiss reminding me of all our past and promising the future. We kissed a little longer; your body pressed against mine. You nibbled my ear and breathed me in deeply. Your hand reached around to grab my firm ass, pulling me even closer to you. I reached down and felt your cock was hard and throbbing. I didn't care where I was going. I cared what I was doing! I just wanted to melt into you.

Sweet kisses taking their time down my neck, your hand reached for my breast and my nipple stood at attention awaiting your caress. I felt myself growing wetter with your touch, certain I was about to soak through my underwear.

"We have to get going or we'll miss it," you whispered, but you didn't stop.

"What could I possibly miss that I don't already have?" I asked.

I was already wet. My body was aching for you. My heart was racing. And you could tell. You reached your hand down, and I knew you could feel the moistness through my shorts. You moved your fingers softly up my thigh, under the shorts to find my underwear. I took a sharp breath in and tilted my head back. I love when you touch me there. You explored further, your finger finding my wet lips already dripping. My hot pussy was ready for your touch. It almost made my knees buckle. Thank goodness I was holding onto you.

"Well now isn't that sweet?" And you pulled your fingers up to your lips and licked my pussy juices off. "I'm going to fuck that wet pussy," you said, looking into my eyes with pure passion. 

"Please fuck my wet pussy," I was so turned on that I could barely get out the words. I reached down to feel your cock pulsing through your shorts. It was so hard, constricted by your clothing but clearly wanting to be released.

I went to unbutton you, but you pulled back, showing obvious self-control. You took my hand in yours again, and began to lead me further into the woods. How could I go on when all I wanted was to taste that beautiful cock? 

After a few minutes, we came upon a small field of wildflowers. Yellows, purples, and reds aglow under the sunlight. There was a blanket placed on the ground, and it was surrounded by butterflies.

"Did you do this?" I asked astounded by the scene.

"No, you did," was your response. And you led me into this perfect place. You knelt down and led me next to you. You wrapped your strong arms around me, pulling me closer to you. You pulled back my hair, kissing my neck and pressed your chest against my breasts. Each kiss was deeper than the last, and it felt as if my skin was on fire awaiting each touch.

Your kisses moved up my neck, over my chin and to my lips. Each one more electric, made my heart race. You ran your fingers through my hair, along the skin on my arms. Your hands anywhere on my body lit me up as if the hot summer sun were toasting me. Our hands wandered across each other's skin with light caresses and deep massages, our bodies growing closer until I felt like I was melting.

Your hand slid under my shirt and adeptly unclasped my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out. I lifted your shirt off, exposing your broad chest. I pulled you close to me to kiss your chest, inhaling the scent of sweat on your skin, working my way down. Your fingers softly scratched up my back as I made my way down further to your stomach, then to the edge of your pants. I looked up at you as I finally had the opportunity to unbutton your pants, the goal of unleashing your already hard cock. I saw a look of both pleasure and release as I slid your pants down, finally exposing you in the full sunlight. Your cock stood at attention, its head almost pulsing. A small drop of pre cum sparkled in the sunlight.

"Mmmmm, I can't wait to taste you," I said as I took your hard cock in my hands and brushed you against my cheek. You were warm and so soft against me. I placed a gentle kiss over your taut skin, slowly releasing my warm breath against you so you could feel the temperature change near my lips. I cupped your balls in my palm with gentle pressure and stuck my tongue out to reach for your skin. My hot, wet tongue finally met the base of your cock, and your breath let out as if you had been holding it. 

"Oh god," you let out as my tongue worked its way up to the tip. It tasted a little salty, and a little sweet, just as I remembered. I teased my way up, swirling at your head to the sweet precum on your tip. This is my favorite part--the anticipation of what is about to happen. My lips parted over you, my breath so close. Then I placed my lips on you and slowly begin to take you in a millimeter at a time. I loved the contrast of my wet mouth to your smooth, dry skin that awaits it--the way my lips reach further down your shaft as I swallow you in.

Finally, I had your entire cock in my mouth, your tip hitting the soft back of my throat. I waited, pausing to hear your breath, my hands holding your hips, my fingernails barely digging into your skin. You gasped and without looking up, I knew you had thrown your head back in pleasure. You ran your fingers through my hair, and held the back of my head to make sure I lingered a little longer. 

Then, as I began to pull back, you let out a soft moan, and I used my tongue to swirl around your head as you left my mouth. It was so delicious I dove back onto you, my lips tightened around your head and I allowed you to plunge to the back of my throat again. I repeated this just a few times before my tongue began to work up and down your shaft again. I could sense your anticipation of each movement of my tongue. Your breath quickened and you called my name softly. I just adore hearing you whisper my name like that.

I did not do this for long before you began to tense up as the momentum pulled you closer to the height of pleasure. Your hips began to move back and forth and you placed your hands on my head, clearly struggling control yourself. I did not want you to cum yet. I wanted to make the pleasure last.

"I can't stand this," you said and pulled back. "I have to fuck you now." And with that you quickly unbuttoned my shorts, your hands shaking. Your hands grabbed me at my hips and moved to the fabric as you pulled them down with my underwear exposing my hot juicy pussy to you. You leaned over and kissed my belly softly, then my hips and I moved them closer to you. You spread my legs apart and gazed down at my juices. 

"Oh my god! You are so dripping," you exclaimed with a smile, and I smiled back at you, my skin flushed with passion. You placed a finger over my wet pussy lips and inched inside me while deftly avoiding my clit because you knew that is what I wanted you to touch most. I tried to move my hips to make you touch it, but it did not work. You pulled your fingers out and reached over to my lips, coating them in my juices. I took a quick lap of them and sucked your finger. Oh, I was sweet. 

"Mmmmm, I am so turned on. Can't you tell?" I said. You gazed down at my smiling face, leaned down, and kissed me passionately so you could lap the juices from my lips. You knelt between my legs, opening me to you. You reached your fingers into me again to finally find my clit swollen and began to rub it gently.

"Cum for me," you instructed with a smile. "I want to watch your face glow as you cum for me." Oh those sweet words made me so hot for you. I began to move my hips to gain more pleasure from your touch. I was on fire. You kissed my neck, nibbled my ear. I let out a moan to let you know how good it all felt. I was going to cum hard as your fingers continued to make my temperature rise.

You kept going, bringing me closer to the edge as you sucked my nipples, going from one to the other to make sure each was getting the attention they needed. My hips were moving harder with your touch. It was becoming more than I could bare.

"I am going to cum so hard for you," I cried as the first wave of built inside me. It started where your fingers touched me, but quickly moved deeper as the heat spread out from my center. The pleasure crashed over me as I convulsed from the inside out. With my cry, you clamped your teeth onto my right nipple, sending me over a cliff of deeper, hotter spasms. I writhed under the touch of your hands and lips and tongue. I felt my skin flush from my chest and over my face as my center exploded. 

As I settled into the pleasure, your body drew closer. I reached down to feel that you were even harder than before. I opened my legs to you and gasped, out of breath, "Fuck my wet pussy."

As if on command, you plunged into me to the hilt. Your hard cock penetrating through the wetness of my lips, deeper into me. I cried out again as you filled me. Both the slight pain of spreading me open and the fulfilling satisfaction of being touched on the inside. I placed my hands on your chest and moved my hips toward yours to ensure I was taking every last inch of you. You leaned back on your knees, took my ass in your hands and pulled me toward you with each thrust. It was rhythmic and sensual as you moved me up and down your cock. Stroke after stroke was bringing me closer to cumming again. 

I reached down to my wet clit with my fingers and started to rub it gently to bring myself closer to orgasm again as you pulled me harder with each stroke. Your cock filling me, leaving me, filling me again, my breath catching in my throat with each thrust. I pressed harder on my clit with each thrust, getting closer and closer. I love that moment just before cumming. I was working it to make that warm feeling last longer, trying to relax and enjoy your thrusts. But it was too much to bear. Soon, I could not hold back any longer and one thrust sent me writhing over the edge again. I cried out, reaching for you as my pussy clenched around your cock, pulling you even deeper inside me.

You stopped thrusting, your cock deep inside me as you felt my waves of pleasure. My pussy tightening around you again and again. "Oh yeah, you are cumming so hard," you said with a giant grin. Damn you were so sexy.

Then, just as I was ready to collapse, you began to thrust again. I felt you continue to dive into me, filling me again with your cock, then releasing me. You were grinding into me, working me, to get me going again. And it worked. I was rising again toward climax.

"Oh god, you just keep me going," I whimpered.

"Good. I want you to keep cumming," you respond.

With those words, I let go once more. And you could not hold back anymore. My climax set you off, and you cried out as you released. Your hips ground hard into me. I looked up to see your pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth opened in delight. I could feel your hot cum fill me as the two of us writhed in synchronicity. Each thrust brought another wave of pleasure. The moment suspended us together in weightless, pleasure until we were both spent.

Sweating and out of breath, we collapsed next to each other on the blanket. The sun filtered down to us from above. A butterfly landed next to us on the blanket. I was warm and satisfied. 



A Walk in the Woods



Her neighbor asked if she wanted to take a walk in the woods with him, as he passed her on his way. She was a bit startled by this invitation, as this quiet, strong man, had never said more than Good Day before this. She knew she should say no, but heard herself say, "just a moment, let me get my sweater." She went into the house to get her sweater but still could not figure out why she had agreed. Well sort of. Deep inside her, she knew. There was something about this strong, quiet man's demeanor that had always attracted her, in almost a dangerous way. His smile had caused a glint to his eyes, as if he could see deep within her, and knew of her deepest, darkest desires. Outwardly she appeared the normal, quiet mother type. She still had her beauty but hid it very well. Inwardly she had desires and unfulfilled fantasies. Not fully realized, but she knew there was her need to submit to a strong Master, to be trained, spanked, cuffed, tied, and many more things she knew nothing of, but could feel her inner yearnings to find out. Her neighbor seemed to quietly know her secrets, and she felt a sense from him, almost like he was silently telling her it will be alright, as if he could look deep inside her inner self. So, in this befuddled state she went out the door to join her neighbor, quietly awaiting her return.

He took her hand without asking and lead her towards the path into the woods. The path narrowed quickly, so there was only room for one at a time, so he lead her, with her walking behind him, yet he still held her hand. She loved the feeling of her tiny hand inside his large, strong hand. And loved how he guided and helped over fallen limbs and where the path got tricky with rocks or erosion. She was amazed at how easily he handled her, and how completely she was beginning to give herself to his handling. He didn't say much at all, so she was left with her thoughts, that soon became totally sexual, and wondered what was in store for her. She felt a small bit of trepidation but overcame this with her desire to learn, and to feed that within her that was now wetting her panties as she walked. The friction of her legs moving creating a large stirring in her now dripping pussy. "Could he make me cum just by walking and holding my hand?" she wondered as she walked. She loved her view, his strong body in front of her, with his head focused on the trail, so he could not see her gaze devouring his body. His jeans although not tight, still tight enough to show a bit of a strong, muscled ass, and heavy muscular thighs. His shoulders were wide and strong, his arms toned and rippled. She could only imagine (and did) what his flat abs would like without his shirt.

Lost in her reverie about what he would look like naked, she had no idea how long they had been walking, but it must have been a long while for they were deep into the woods now, with the trail barely worn enough for one, let alone two hikers to walk.

She felt her foot give way as she stepped on the side of a rock and started to lose her balance, but before she could even begin to scream, his strong arms were around her to catch her, and right her back onto the track. "Thank you," she muttered, he just smiled and nodded.

She finally got up the nerve to ask "where are you taking me?"

"You shall soon see, we are almost there. I am sure you are going to like what I have in store for you," he said sort of matter of factly.

She was taken aback a bit by this, wondering how in the hell he had the nerve to think he knew what she would or would not like. Just as she was about to speak out the reached a small opening in the trees, well opening would be putting to a far greater description than it actually was. Just a place where the trees weren't quite as dense. She could see a rough wooden framework built onto a few trees, the wood quite worn so it must have been there for years. There was a large wooden chest with a lock on it.

"Ok, time to take your clothes off," he said calmly.

"What?!?!!?" she cried totally angered by his demand.

"Well, you can either do it, or I will do it for you, it is why I brought you out here, and am sure is why you came." He replied, once again quite calmly.

"You thought wrong then sir" she said firmly.

"So, you want it the hard way then" he said and with one swift movement grabbed her and threw up against a tree, holding her there even though she fought with everything she had. His large strong hand grabbed her neck and pinned her head against the tree and stopped her breath, slowing down her fight. With the other hand he grabbed some hand cuffs he had under his jacket. He then grabbed both her arms, pulled them roughly (almost out of their sockets she thought) around behind her, and cuffed her tightly to the tree. Once his hand left her throat, she got her voice back and was screaming at the top of her lungs and cussing him out to the high heavens. He merely chuckled and went about his business. He reached inside his jeans pocket and pulled out a key ring, and unlocked the padlock on the wooden chest with one of the keys. He pulled out several items, but all she could see was some rope and chains.

Her fear was only heightened by her desires, but she tried valiantly to hide from him any sign that she was anything but furious at this treatment. He whistled as he worked, which infuriated her even more. He tossed one of the ropes effortlessly over one of the wooden beams attached 8 feet over the forest floor. Then tossed another rope over the same beam a few feet away. He expertly tied slip knots in each of the ropes to firmly tie them to the beam. He tossed another rope in between these tied ropes and wrapped it around the beam a few times but left both ends on the ground.

"Ok my sweet, now for your training."

"Oh my, what does that mean" she thought, feeling the moisture having totally soaked her panties begin to run down her inner thighs.

He came over to her, undid the cuffs, and pulled her roughly free from the tree. He grabbed her sweater and with one strong pull, popped all the buttons and pulled it off her, casting it aside to the forest floor.

He then pulled her over towards the roped beam and took the two loose ends of the center rope, tied her hands together over her head with one end, and then pulled the other end to lift her so her toes barely made contact with the ground. He then began to take off her shoes, with her trying to kick him. 

"Ok" he said, and dropped her feet back to the ground, went over to the chest, and pulled out a 3 foot leather crop. He walked ever so slowly back to her, and before she knew it, whipped the crop across her cheek. She gasped at the idea, then screamed at the pain. "Kick me again and you shall get to know this crop even more intimately." He said.

He then took to her feet again, she did not kick, her eyes trying to bore holes in him. She then began to scream help at the top of her lungs. Once again the crop came out and smacked her across the other cheek. Tears weld up in her eyes, yet she tried to hide them from him, not wanting to show any weakness. Once again he dropped her foot, walked over to the chest, this time pulling two leather items from the chest. She couldn't make out what they were but they looked foreboding. 

First, he took a strap with a red rubber ball in the middle, put the ball roughly in her mouth, cinched the back of the strap extremely tightly around the back of her head and attached it, so she couldn't scream. He then slapped her hard across her cheek, throwing her head to the side with his force. Next, he took out a blindfold, and placed it tightly over her eyes and head.

"There, much better now," he whispered into her ear, she tried to move her head away from the heat of his breath that excited he more than she wanted to show.

He got back and finally removed both shoes, dropping her bare feet onto the twigs on the ground below her. She then felt him undo her pants and roughly pulled them down and off. Her soaked panties made him laugh loudly. "I knew it" was all he said as he grabbed the elastic top of her soaked panties and just tugged them till they split, and he ripped them off, allowing her moisture soaked, shiny pussy to be on display. She then felt ropes being tied to each of her ankles, and then felt the ropes tighten and begin to lift her feet up and to spread them. She then felt him undoing the ropes around her wrists, and felt her arms fall to her side. They had been over her head so long, they had fallen asleep without any blood flow, so she was powerless to move them as he began to take her blouse off. After he discarded the blouse, he once again did not undo her bra but merely grabbed at the front between her heaving breasts and yanked on it so hard, it too broke, and he took it the rest of the way off and threw it aside.

He then retied her hands above her head, and pulled her now completely off the ground making her arm sockets scream with pain. Then he went back to her legs, pulling the ropes even tighter, which now suspended her completely in the air, with her legs spread as far (farther than she thought they would go) apart as he could. He then stepped up onto a little ladder and removed the blindfold, so she could partly see her predicament.

"Ok, so we begin" he took the crop and began a meticulous and merciless barrage on her tits, ass, and pussy.

She felt the beginning of the first wave of her orgasm taking over her body. She shook, convulsed, and screamed out in the joyful release. She reached the point where she couldn't tell if she was having multiple orgasms or just one long extended one, and at this point she really didn't care. Just before she felt she was about to black out, she felt her Master's seed being shot inside her, each shot causing a new and larger wave of her own orgasm. She could feel His last monstrous push and then she lost consciousness.

Sunlight shone through the small hole in the tree canopy and into her eyes. She blinked, and tried to focus both her eyes and her mind. She sensed her body being sore and inflamed in several places and tried to bring herself around so she could figure out where she was and what was happening. As her eyes became accustomed to the light once again, she saw her. A beautiful woman in a flowing robe was walking towards her. Her hair glistened in the shafts of sunlight that made it between the tree roof. Her smile was entrancing, her eyes sparkled and looked at her in a caring, almost loving way. She felt safe, unthreatened by this new person walking towards her. She could see a bucket and some cloths in her hands as she came closer. She bent down and picked up her head, and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"There, there little pet, you will be fine. Master did a wonderful job with your first training session. As did you, you were a wonderful new slave for Him, and He was very pleased with you, and that is a good thing. My name is Naomi, and Master let me watch your training from behind those bushes over there. He did such a marvelous job with you, and you were so hot, I lost track of how many times I made myself cum watching your training."

Naomi began to dip the cloths into the bucket's water and started washing all the dirt and brush from her bare and tortured body. The water must have had some sort of healing herbs in it, for on contact, it felt wonderful. She loved the way Naomi took such gentle care with her, and was so thankful. She tried to speak but could not find her voice, and could only hear a crackling sound emit from her mouth.

"There there sweet one, all in time, let me give you something to drink. Wetting your throat should allow you to speak." She took the jar with water in it, and gulped it down as if she had been stranded in a desert. After she drank, she looked up into Naomi's eyes and felt that wonderful safety again, and let he body go limp in Naomi's care. Soon, she was completely washed and Naomi reached down and took her hand to help her stand. She was a bit shaky, so Naomi put her arm around her, and lifted her arm around her shoulder. She loved the feeling of being held by Naomi and let her lead her to wherever she was taking her. They rounded the stand of bushes that Naomi had said she had hidden behind, and there on the ground was a mattress, her clothes, and a picnic box opened, showing sandwiches and fruit. 

"Master said I had been very good too, and He said I could have you when He was finished," Naomi said sweetly. And with that, in one fluid motion, opened and discarded her robe, revealing her beautiful, naked body. Her breasts were large, rounded, with a slight hang to them. She had wondrously large and beautiful nipples. They were both hardened and erect with Naomi's excitement. She could not take her eyes away from Naomi's breasts, but could feel her hands now cupping her breasts, and loved how it felt. Naomi let her hands roam under then over her breasts, until she kept her palms over the top, and let her fingers spread a bit to let her nipples between them. She then squeezed her fingers together to her delight. Naomi then leaned forward and kissed her, softly at first, just on the lips. even deeper and louder so she knew she was pleasing her. She marveled at how this all felt, for she had never been with another woman sexually before. Oh, she had wondered and fantasized, but had once again, only kept this in her darker, secret region. But as this region had not only been tapped this day, but ripped wide apart, she felt a confidence she didn't know she had as she began to slowly get into making love to another woman.

Naomi broke her kiss, and moved her mouth in a trail of kisses, down to her breast, and took a nipple into her mouth. She started softly suckling, but then used her teeth to gently, at first, bite down using the tip of her tongue to tease the tip of her again rock hard nipple. A gasped escaped her and her legs began to buckle in the pleasure of it all. Naomi sensed this and gently left her nipple to lead her over to the mattress on the ground. They both laid on the mattress and once again sought out each other's body. They pressed their naked bodies together, and she loved how it felt to have Naomi's large breasts flattened against hers. Naomi's hands were not idle, but rubbed all over her back and shoulders. She loved the feeling and whimpered when Naomi's hands began to travel down her back towards her rounded ass cheeks. Oh the wondrous feeling as Naomi circled and held each cheek, squeezed them, rubbed some more, and then let her hand start in between them.

She let her own hand reach for Naomi's leg to run up her soft, beautiful skin to find her pussy. She knew what she liked and used this as her guide to try to please Naomi. She knew she must be on the right track for as she moved her hand up Naomi's inner thigh, she could feel Naomi's body begin to move itself towards her touch. Just as she found the outer lips, now very moist with Naomi's excitement, she heard a purr from Naomi which she found so hot and sexy she started in with all her passion and lust. She found Naomi's clit and rubbed and squeezed it, felt it harden, and rubbed with more furor. Naomi's body began to jerk and shake, she found it difficult to keep contact, so pushed harder. Just as her other hand reached the now dripping pussy and put two fingers inside, Naomi began a shrill scream, which echoed loudly amongst the trees. Her body bucked and her legs spread even wider, then her pussy squirted out a stream of her ejaculate, all over her hands and legs. She stared in wonder as she had heard of this but had never done so herself, nor been present as another woman orgasmed to the point of ejaculation.

She brought one of her hands to her mouth to taste this erotic nectar and loved the taste and the act of tasting. Naomi finally began to calm a bit, and took her head in her hands and gave her another passionate kiss. "That was simply fantastic," she said after the kiss. "And here it was supposed to be me to teach you the art of making love to another woman! You are a natural." And with that, Naomi began to kiss her way down her throat, to her breasts, down her stomach and towards her own now pounding pussy. She felt Naomi reach down and spread her legs very far apart, and she moved her body down between, inside her legs. "Now it is your turn, lay back and enjoy this my sweet one," she said with that warm, sexy smile.

As she threw her head back and let Naomi lift her pelvis, she could feel Naomi's tongue darting all over her now soaked pussy. Her tongue was on her outer lips, then inside, then at her now hardened clit, then back inside, moving in and out, fucking her with her tongue. Her hands spread her ass cheeks apart and she could feel a finger going inside her ass hole just as her clit was totally engulfed in Naomi's mouth. Her moan even surprised her as she had never heard herself moan so loudly, so deep and guttural, almost animalistic. It must have been heard by Naomi too for she began to suck her clit even harder now, with one hand's fingers in her ass, and now the other hand's fingers fucking her pussy, she felt totally and completely filled. She felt that wonderful wave of orgasm beginning to take hold of her body. She didn't want to hold anything back, so just let Naomi drive her to this intoxicating place of deep, incredible orgasm. Just as she thought she was at her brink, Naomi's fingers found her G spot, and she was catapulted to a new place, her eyes clamped closed and stars filled her head. She felt convulsions in her body she had never felt before and lo and behold, she felt herself actually squirting her own juices, all over Naomi's fingers and face. She thought she could her Naomi laughing, but her own screams of pure lustful joy were so loud she couldn't be sure. And at this point, it really didn't matter, as she just let herself feel wave after wave of this wondrous sensation take hold of her body.

She thought she must have blacked out for a bit again, for as she opened her eyes, she could feel that she was still lying with Naomi, being held tightly to her, but there next to them stood Master, with a soft, knowing smile on his face.



A Walk in the Woods



Melissa strolled through the woods. The rustle of leaves, the birdcalls, and her footfalls were the only sounds. She had been on this path many times before and knew that almost no one else would be using it at this time of day during the week. 

She stopped and glanced about. From this place she could look back along the trail. Soon a figure appeared walking in the shadows of the trees, far behind her. Melissa turned away and hurried along, trying to put some distance between herself and the pursuer. Her heart began to pound, not only from the exertion, but from the fear of what might happen to her all alone in the wilds. 

When Melissa looked back a few minutes later, she saw nothing. She stood silently for a moment, but no sound gave away whoever was behind her. She turned and moved along at her new faster pace. She kept turning her head to look behind her, but saw only an empty path. 

The trail was climbing now and her eyes were focused on the ground beneath her feet. She heard a noise in front of her and raised her head. A man, stripped to the waist in a half mask, stood fifty feet in front of her, silently blocking the trail. He was tall and powerful; she could see his strength in the bare chest and arms. 

Melissa's heart was pounding. She turned to go back down the trail. Looking back, she saw that the man had not moved, other than to cross his arms in front of his chest. Melissa hurried along. 

A figure a hundred feet away was blocking her retreat. She almost thought that it was the same fellow because of the naked upper body and the domino. Then she realized this guy had lighter hair and a slimmer body. Melissa was becoming dizzy; she knew what was going to happen if she could not escape. She ran back the way she had come as she recalled a deer trail leading off to one side. 

Melissa, panting and sweating saw the deer trail and turned into it, leaving the path and the two strangers behind. She continued to jog along. She came around a corner formed by a shrubby tree; another male was waiting for her, masked and half naked. Melissa screamed and sank to the ground in despair, gasping for air. 

"Get up," he ordered. He has moved a few feet from her. 

Melissa slowly rose to her feet, her head hanging. She looked up and saw his finger pointing back the way she had come. Melissa turned and slowly walked back along the deer trail. At the intersection the other two were waiting. They turned away up the trail, and she meekly followed; escape was impossible. 

After a few minutes they turned off on a small branch trail and followed it for several minutes. Melissa knew that it led to a pleasant clearing, and the group soon arrived there. "Please, no," she begged. 

The two leaders quickly turned and each grabbed an arm. 

"No, no, please don't hurt me," she whined. 

The third guy brusquely undid her boots and pulled them off along with her thick socks. He began to unbutton her heavy shirt and unfasten her jeans. He pulled the jeans down and made her step out of them. The other two worked her arms out of the shirt. Both garments were tossed casually into the shrubbery. 

Melissa was shivering and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She stood there in he bra and panties and watched the three remove their own pants. Their cocks were already semi-erect. "Please," she sobbed, "Please don't hurt me." They began circling her, and she turned, trying to keep all three in view. 

A hand reached out and grabbed one arm, pulling her off balance. Melissa staggered and her other arm was restrained. The two holding held her briefly while the third ripped her bra and panties off. She watched the shredded garments fly through the air and land on the grass; then she was being forced down to her knees. A hard dick was inches from her face. "Oh, please, no, no," she cried. 

"Suck," a voice ordered. The first ominous male sound. 

Melissa took the cock into her mouth. Her arms were released and she began to fondle the balls and wank on the cock with her fingers as she slid it in and out of her mouth. The cock was pulled from her mouth and replaced by another. She repeated her ministrations, looking up at times at the three sneering faces. A third dick was forced upon her sucking lips. Hands were moving all over her body, rubbing, scratching, pinching, finding all her secret places. 

While her head was being held to the third cock, her hips were lifted. Melissa was on her feet, bending over to fellate the cock before her. She sensed lips and a tongue probing her cunt. She could feel her pussy reacting as she sucked and was eaten in turn, and an orgasm flooded over her. The mouth was replaced by a hard cock as she moaned, roughly shoved deep into her wet vagina. Now Melissa was being fucked from behind and sucking on a new cock in front. The three kept changing places. She could taste her own juices on each penis as it abandoned her pussy for her mouth. 

At last one came in her pussy. He pounded her, pulling her firm ass against him with hands gripping her curvy hips. She felt his cock twitch inside her as it discharged its load of cum into her. She heard him grunt as he came inside her. Melissa neared another orgasm. 

The softening penis was pulled from her dripping snatch and offered to her mouth. She began to suck it, tasting his semen mixed with her own fluids. As she sucked him off, she felt another hard dick slip into her. She felt his hips slap against her ass as he pumped his cock deep into her sopping cunt. 

The second male took his time, pumping in and out of her slowly but powerfully, letting his full length slip in and out. When he came, he fired his seed so powerfully, that she could feel the cum pumping into her pussy. Melissa felt another climax surge through her. 

In a few minutes his cock was in her mouth. She sucked it and licked it, removing the slick soup of her vaginal juice and the two loads of cream. A third cock was pushed into Melissa. 

She sucked and was pounded again. She could feel the her juicy pussy leaking a trail of passion juice down her legs. The new cock was thick and stretched her cunt as it slid in and out. She could feel it swell up and pulsate as it added its load of ejaculate to her charged cunt, and she came again. 

She was allowed to fall down onto the grass and lay there dizzy from her flight and multiple rapes. She could feel her pussy ooze its full load down her buttocks. Melissa knew that they weren't finished with her yet and wondered how she would survive this. She sneaked glances at them, reclining together a dozen feet away. Time passed. 

"Please," she whispered, "no more, please." 

One rose and silently came over to her, stroking his dick to hardness as he walked. He knelt between her legs, lifting them up over his broad shoulders. He guided himself into her and pushed deep, until his entire length was buried inside her vagina. He pistoned himself in and out for a long time until his face, twisting in a grimace, revealed he was about to come again. He roughly drove into her as he pumped his cum into her belly. He slowly lowered her legs and let his shrinking cock pull out of her. He walked away and left her; she lay, oozing cum onto the grass. 

In a few minutes another walked over to her. He pushed her legs apart and lay on top of her body, easing his cock inside her. This was the big, thick dick, and even in her slick love hole, it still needed some effort to push inside. He lay on her, his chest pressing down her breasts, his lips kissing and biting her neck and shoulders. "Put your legs around me," he directed. Melissa lifted her legs and clasped his waist between her thighs. 

He pushed in and out, his huge sausage filling her. She felt her pussy expand and contract as he pumped her. She was so full now that he was forcing her cum-laden juices out of her. He replaced all he had squeezed from her when he came. Melissa could feel him spasm seven times, pumping a thick gob of his semen into her with each jet. 

The third fellow got up and came over. He rolled her over onto her stomach and lifted her butt, so she was on her knees. He drove into her pussy, but it was only to lubricate himself. He pulled out and worked the end of his stiff rod against the bud of her ass. 

"No! No!" she begged, "It hurts; please no." 

He applied some more pressure and the head popped inside her. Melissa screamed. He paused, letting her anal muscles relax, then pushed in farther. Melissa grunted as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He began to pull out and slide in. The pain faded and a small climax washed over her pelvis. He gave her ass a good ride and deposited a load of cum there. When he finished, the others got up and all stood around her as she lay helpless and naked on the trampled grass. 

She was shocked as a warm stream of fluid struck her. One guy was urinating on her. Then they walked away down the trail carrying their pants in their hands, laughing and making crude remarks. 

Melissa lay sprawled on the grass, leaking semen from her pussy. She was exhausted, not only from her physical workout, but from the tension of her fright from being repeatedly raped and sodomized. Her butt felt strange. Her face and body were smeared with urine, semen, and her own lubrication. She began to notice the chill of the ground and forced herself up. She found the shreds of her bra, but nothing of her panties. One of them must have taken the ragged remains. Melissa found her shirt and jeans and slowly pulled them on. With an effort she forced her socks and boots on. 

Melissa began to limp down the trail. The three men were gone without a trace. As she walked, she could feel the fabric of her jeans absorb the cum seeping from her. By the time she reached the trail head, the inside legs of Melissa's jeans were damp down to her ankles. She drove home carefully, still dizzy from the experience. She stripped and showered and lay in her bed with a drink near her hand. The telephone eventually rang, bringing her back from her shallow nap. 

"Well, Melissa, was it satisfactory," a female voice asked. 

"Oh, yes, it was perfect. I'll mail the check tomorrow." 

"One of the guys would like to meet you. Are you interested?" 

"I'll think about it and get back to you." Melissa wondered, as she hung up the phone, if it was the guy who took the panties.



A Walk in the Woods



Quite a few years ago I was staying at a friend's cabin in upstate NY. I had wanted to get away for a while and this was the perfect place. No phones, radio or TV. Just peace and quite for a week. The nearest neighbor was several miles away. There was a nearby lake which you could go swimming in..

To get to it you had to go through some dense woods for about a half a mile. It was a walk I always enjoyed. It was a hot summer day and I decided to go to the lake for refreshing swim. Little did I know that I would find more than just a swim in the lake. 

So off I went trunks and towel in hand. I would change at the lake. Being so isolated changing was never a problem. Rarely was anyone else there. About half way there I heard a noise in the brush. I knew it was not an animal so I went to see just what it might be. Quietly I went towards the source of the sound. Then through the trees and bushes I saw her. A lovely young woman, about 5' 4", slender with flowing auburn hair and full breasts. 38C I would guess. She was wearing shorts and a halter top. She seemed to be looking around as if she was lost. It was clear she was unaware of my presence. I was about to move closer and say something to her however her next action froze me dead in my tracks. She started to unbutton her shorts and take them off, revealing a sexy pair of red panties. I was transfixed. I didn't move. By now my cock was growing hard at the sight of her. I realized that my hand was on top of my cock, gently rubbing in through my shorts, pre-come making quite a wet spot on my shorts..

She then pulled down her panties and took them off dropping them next to her shorts. She had a neatly trimmed pussy that looked so inviting. Once again she looked around. Then as she faced me, she squatted. She stayed like that for a moment, her slit very visible to me. She closed her eyes and then started to pee. I very nearly lost it then. I could not believe what I was seeing. It turned me on so much seeing the pee flowing from her pussy. From the expression on her face she seemed to be enjoying the release. I know I was. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. As she peed she brought her hand to her clit and began to rub it, her other hand squeezing her breast. By now I had my cock out and I was jerking off. As she finished peeing a soft moan came from her and her hand rubbed her clit faster and then all of a sudden she slipped her fingers inside of her. "Ohhhhh Now...." as an orgasm over took her. I, too, was cumming...shooting my cum on the ground. I tried to be quiet, but then she looked up, straight at me, and this time she saw me, my own moans giving me away. 

"Too late, you already saw me"

she said smiling, still squatting. By now I had put my cock back. "Could you hand me some tissue from my pocket in my shorts?" she asked. I got the tissue and handed it to her. “When you got to go you got to go" she remarked as she wiped herself. She then stood up and looked at me. "Peeing always seems to make me horny." she said. Then she saw the wet spot on my horts. "Did I do that to you?" "Yes." I told her. Those were my first words to her. "Let me see what you have there, after all you've seen me, it's my turn." With that she unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock was so very hard. "That's a nice one! Can you come again?" she asked gently playing with my hard cock. Her hand felt so good on my cock it's a wonder I didn't come right then. "If you're not careful I'll come all over your hand." I told her. "Watching you pee was so damm exciting.." 

She smiled at me stroking my hard cock. She was still naked from the waist down. I took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She seemed to jump a little at my touch. "Inside me, put your finger in me!" she whispered. She was so wet my fingers slid in easily. We stayed like that playing with each other and kissing, no words being said. She stopped playing with my cock and quickly removed her halter top revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were so very hard. I bent to suck them. By now she was thrusting her hips against my fingers moving inside of her. I could not believe what was happening to me and it was about to get better. 

She kissed me hard and then nibbled on my ear driving me wild whispering, "Fuck me..now! I want your cock in me!" Who was I to argue?

She pushed me away breaking our contact and then quickly made short work of my clothes.. Next thing I knew I was laying on the ground, naked, my cock sticking up in the air wanting so badly to be in her. She squatted over me and reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock and brought it to her very wet opening. For a moment or two she rubbed it up and down her slit moaning as she did. She was so wet. The feeling was so good...I almost came.. She seemed to sense this. "Don't you dare come yet...I want you in me when you come..I want your sperm in me!" and with that she lowered herself onto my cock. 

Oh, what a feeling that was sliding into her wet pussy. I can remember that so clearly. Soft, warm and wet...and so tight. I started to thrust into her. She leaned down so her breasts came to my face. I took a nipple and began to suck and as I did I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. She rode my cock hard and fast and I met her thrust for thrust.. She was so tight and so wet.....She kept moaning as she fucked me.." My reasts...play with them “she said as she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She would go fast on my cock and then slow up trying to make it last..

Every so often she would lean down and kiss me deeply...it was a wonder I didn't come when I first slid into her, the feeling was that good. All of a sudden she leaned her head back and moaned quite loudly, "I'm going to come..Fuck, I'm going to cum....fuck me harder...! " I was about to burst as well..I could feel it building in my cock. "Come with me...oh please shoot it in me, I need it so bad." Her eyes were closed as she yelled "Ohhhhh...now, now!" and her orgasm hit...her pussy clamping down on my cock...Then all of a sudden I felt something wet flow over my balls and I realized she was peeing as she was comming. It was warm and so wet. 

That did it for me, I came hard, shooting my sperm deep within her. I thrust as deep as I could within her as I continued to come. "Oh..I feel you coming in me...don't stop...!" She moaned pushing down on me to get me deeper in her. I wanted it to go on forever...so did she. We lay there out of breath in the afterglow, my cum leaking out of her, mixing with her pee as my cock was still hard inside of her. It felt so good inside of her. It was special..

She looked at me with a warm smile as we still were connected. "I can't believe that you are still hard!" she said as she brushed her hands over my chest. "And I can't believe you peed on me!!!" I responded. She laughed. "Did you like it??" she asked, "I sometimes do that when I come. I can't explain it but it always feels so good when I do." "Damm straight I liked it!!!." I told her..

We lay quietly connected for a short while and then my cock slipped out of her, wet from her pussy. My cock was already missing her warmth. By now she had gotten up and was starting to dress. I got up as well and began to get my shorts on. As she slipped her halter top back on I started to ask her name. She place her finger on my lips. "No, it's better this way. Then it will be special, something we can always remember. " I started to press the issue, but then thought better of it. She came next to me and kissed me, taking her hand and squeezing my cock thru my shorts.."Thank you..I really needed that." and then she turned and walked away. I went on to the lake for my swim. I never saw her again although I looked for her when ever I went there. To this day I don't know her name or did I ever see her again. But she was right. That happened over 10 years ago and it remains a special time, and a woman, I will never forget.

...



A Walk in the Woods



Debbie hoisted the small backpack over her shoulders, grabbed her keys, locked the door of her small apartment. Already a grin was forming on her face. If anyone looked at her, they would wonder what she was up to. What secrets she kept hidden in her mind. As she walked along, the sun beat down warm on her blonde hair. Her blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses she wore. Heading down the hill towards the park she had told Bill about. Mmmmmm Bill, she thought, oh how I wish he could be walking with me right now. Her thoughts were always of him. Sweet thoughts of the cyber sex they had the night before and then again this morning. She couldn't help but think of the cassette tape hidden under her pillow on the queen size bed she wished she could share with him. Debbie laughed to herself as she thought of what Bill had said earlier...don't wear that tape out...she laughed, but she knew that could be the case. Just listening to his sexy voice reading the hot stories they shared, was enough to turn her on completely. She loved how he was turned on and could well imagine him stroking his hard cock as he read to her. His words hesitant, as he tried to concentrate on what he was reading and stroking at the same time. 

As these thoughts went through Debbie's mind, she felt her nipples growing hard as they rubbed against her bra. She glanced down and could see them poking against her T-shirt. She chuckled to herself, thinking, if Bill could see me now. When she reached the park, she sat down on a vacant bench under a large maple tree. A gentle breeze was blowing her hair about her face. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the lunch she had packed. A tuna sandwich and some bottled water. Munching slowly, she watched as some children played on the swings and teeter totter. 

Sighing softly her thoughts went back to Bill. And her nipples were hard again. It amazed her that just thinking of him could do that to her. Thinking about Bill always aroused her, making her want him even more. Debbie finished her sandwich and threw the plastic wrap in the garbage that was nearby. 

Debbie noticed a path just behind the park. Having never seen it before, she wondered where it went. She closed up her back pack and slid it back to her shoulders. The path was well worn, so she knew lots of others had used it before. It took her deep into the woods. Flickers of sunlight reaching the ground in between the trees, but mostly there was shade. She could hear the trickle of a brook nearby. It was so quiet and peaceful. How she wished Bill was here now. He would love this. As she walked along her thoughts once again went to how Bill could make her cum over the phone. He fucked her madly and made her cum again and again. Debbie could feel her pussy twitching slightly. She knew her panties were wet now. If only she could lay down somewhere and rub her soaked pussy. Chastising herself for not bringing a blanket, she kept going, the sounds of the brook getting closer. Finally she came across the brook. A log was laying across it. She sat down on the log and just listened. Not a sound. No cars. No horns. No sirens. Nothing. Just the sound of birds chirping and the babbling brook. So peaceful. Mmmmmmm Debbie thought. I want to fuck Bill right here. Out in the open. Among the trees. Oooohhh yes.

Without realizing it, Debbie's hand was massaging her pussy on the outside of her pants. She could feel they were wet too. Then, she glanced around, and seeing no one, slid her hand down the front of her pants. As her fingers made contact with her swollen pussy, she moaned softly. "Oh Bill," she said under her breath, "I want you now." Her finger slid down her slit. It was so wet and her panties were soaked. Her other hand moved into her T-shirt and bra, cupping her large breast, her hard nipple pushing against the palm of her hand. She imagined it was Bill's hand and it felt so good.

Her finger pushed into her pussy, making contact with her clit. Mmmmmmmm she moaned. It seemed like her clit reached up to meet her finger. She rubbed it in a small circular motion, round and round the outer edge of it. She didn't dare touch her clit directly, for she knew she would cum immediately, she was so turned on by her surroundings and her thoughts of Bill. Knowing she might not have much time, before someone came along, she knew she had to finish herself off soon. Then she did it. Her finger slid up over her clit, pushing on it. MMMMMMMMM she moaned. Rubbing faster and faster. Oh God!! She was cumming! Her ass lifting off the log. She threw her head back and screamed into the forest. Her voiced echoed, but she didn't care. It felt sooooo damn good! Oh Bill, she moaned, Fuck me! As the pleasure subsided, Debbie pulled her hand away from her throbbing pussy. Catching her breath, she looked around, and thankfully heard no one approaching. With a smile on her face, she straightened her clothes, picked up her back pack, and headed back up the path. 

As she walked home with a smile on her face, she knew she had to tell Bill of her adventure, albeit nothing like Dawn tells Bearlee, but still an adventure on its own. 



A Walk In The Woods



I am a happily married man, and this story starts as I was out walking the dog on a quiet track through the woods on a pleasant summer morning.

I heard a noise behind me and looked round to see a horse approaching in the distance. I put my dog on the leash and stepped off the track into the treeline to allow the horse to pass safely.

My attention was attracted to the rider of the horse, a young fresh faced girl of around 18 or 19. Her hair was tied up and she sat with a grand posture on the back of a magnificent white steed. With every stride the horse took, her young breasts bounced alluringly.

She slowed to a trot and passed me, "Thank you" she said and smiles as she passes. "You are very welcome" I replied animatedly, my smile clearly indicating my sincerity. She glanced one more time at me as she passed. I know this track and it is with an air of disappointment that I remembered it goes many miles into the woods and the riders are normally gone for a long time. I continued my walk enlightened by memories of her fresh smile but also accepting that it was highly unlikely I would be blessed with her presence again.

I forgot about the whole thing and some time later turned a corner in the track where the woods open up a little and an old gate leads the way to the fields ahead. I saw with pleasant surprise the horse standing grazing and the young girl sitting on the banking.

"Hello again" I said as I get close, "Time for a rest?". "Just enjoying the sunshine" she responded. "Do you mind?" I asked as I sit on the bank opposite and take out a pack of cigarettes. "Could I have one of those?" she asked with a wicked glint in her eye. "Of course" I offer the open pack in front of me. She approaches and bends over to take one. I cannot resist the urge to look down her top and I get a full view of her firm breasts and dark ripe nipples. I blush. She caught me looking, smiled and took the cigarette and the light I was offering.

She sat next to me and drew deep on her cigarette. "I shouldn't be smoking" she said "but sometimes I just can't help myself. A bit like you!". "What does that mean" I asked. "You have a wedding ring on and yet you smiled flirtingly at me earlier and now you are sitting next to me in a desserted wood".

"True, I always give in to serious temptation". "Did you find the view down my top tempting?" she asked. "Of course" I responded with a smile. "What did you think when you got your eyeful, did you think you would like to touch them, or maybe do a little more with me?". "I have to confess that I did". "I am glad everything is out in the open then" she said with a laugh. "Your chest is not out in the open" I said half joking and looking the other way. "It is now" she said and I saw her shirt land on the ground in front of me.

She came over and sat in my lap, her light body wrapped now in only a pair of very tight cream jodhpurs. Her breasts were right in front of me and I cupped them in my hands like a schoolboy virgin touching his first pair. I stooped my head down and took one nipple in my mouth. It expanded and became hot, engorged with blood and she gasped and threw her head back. I bit it gently between my teeth and she asked me to bite harder. I obliged and her breath started to come faster and faster. Her legs were tensing open and shut and her crotch was pushed up against my now considerable erection.

I looked down between her legs and it was very clear that she wore no panties underneath the jodhpurs. The seam was already starting to spread her lips and a damp patch was making them transparent enough to see a neatly trimmed pubic patch just above her pussy. I allowed my hand to slip down her tight stomach and onto the material between her legs. I stroked the seam and her slit opened up further. The damp patch grew and I could feel the heat and the moisture from her sex as I rubbed and teased her.

Without a word she stood up, faced away from me and pulled her pants down, as she bent over I got a full view of her swollen wet crack and my cock jumped in my pants. I reached out and got a hold of her legs and she backed towards me. Her pussy was now inches from my face and I needed no encouragement to set my tongue to work on her. I licked up and down the crack and then spread the lips apart with my fingers. She tasted and smelled so sweet, clearly turned on, fresh and full of aroma.

With her lips open I straightened my tongue and shove it inside her. By now she was gasping and swearing out loud. When I reached round and roughly played with one of her dangling breasts I was amazed how hard the nipple was. I pulled my tongue out a little and moved the tip toward her clitoris. It was not hard to find, almost like a small nipple hidden away inside this wet mound that I was licking and savouring. As soon as I started licking, sucking and biting on it she yelled out with pleasure. I lapped at her open soaking cunt once more and then sucked again on her clitoris. I slipped a finger in and out of her pussy rapidly while I played faster and faster with her clit. I knew she was going to cum soon and I just kept sucking biting and fingering until she yelled out loud and her body started to jerk. I was rewarded for my efforts with a delightful flood of juice from her gaping hole.

Once she stopped shaking she did not say a word. She simply turned round and sat on my lap again. She unzipped my pants and reached in roughly for my cock. She freed it from its restraints and bent over to lick the pre-cum off the end. She took the entire length into her mouth and started to slide her lips up and down the length. She had her fingers inside herself as she sucked me and she was masturbating frantically as she expertly worked my raging erection.

She lifted her head up and I looked proudly down at my angry swollen cock, glistening from her saliva and dwarfing the delicate hand that she wrapped round it and gently stroked. She lifted herself up from my legs and lowered her pussy down to the head of my cock. I watched intently as my purple bulb opened up her lips and she bent over and kissed me full on the lips as she slid down and took my entire cock deep inside her. The heat of her drenched pussy almost made me cum instantly but I managed to control myself.

She seemed to understand that any frantic fast fucking was going to push me over the edge too early and instead of lifting her body up and down, she simply rotated her hips forcing my cock to flex and slide slowly in and out of her. All the time that we fucked like this she kissed me passionately and our tongues danced inside my mouth then hers.

Soon I was aware of her whimpering and groaning coming more and more urgent and I realised she was going to cum again. I met every one of her rotations with a thrust of my hips, ensuring that I drove my cock all the way inside her. Just as I felt I could hold on no longer, she started to jerk and grabbed my hair behind my head and held on as an immense orgasm racked her body. Again I was rewarded with a thorough soaking.

I had not yet cum and started to thrust harder and faster, driven by the need to orgasm and ejaculated. "I want to watch you when you cum" she said and slid of my cock. She pushed herself up against the shaft so that it still stood right next to her swollen lips. She expertly worked my cock with both hands and in no time at all I could feel myself approaching ejaculation. I came hard and the first spurt hit her clean in the face. She used her finger to place a large dollop of creamy cum on her tongue. She bent over and placed her nipple on the end of my cock in time for the second spurt and she quickly sat back up and pushed my cock inside her for the last one.

We kissed for a long time while our bodies recovered, stoop up and cleaned up the best we could and went our separate ways.



A Walk In The Woods



"Are you almost ready to go?" you ask impatient to be going.

"I'll be right there!" I answer. "I know you like to get there and help with the set-up. I promise we will be early."

It's the annual Fourth of July picnic, one of your favorite things every year. But this year I am planning a little extra surprise for you. I am going to make one of my fantasies come true and I am certain you will love it too.

"OK let's get going, we don't want to be late!" I say with a coy smile as I come down the stairs. You smile with appreciation as I walk down the stairs. I can see the bulge in your pants and know that you would much rather take me back up the stairs and fuck me hard and make me scream with an orgasm instead. 

As I walk past you I give you a kiss and run my tongue over your lips as I run my hands over your cock encased in those tight jeans. You like to wear those jeans for me, you know how it turns me on. You know I will be watching you all day, and wanting what you keep inside of them. Today I have something special in mind for you and your goodies.

We get into the truck and head to the park. You notice me staring at you with a shy smile, "What?" is all you say.

"Nothing, just looking at my favorite man," is my reply. What I am really thinking about is the plans I have in store for you this afternoon. I am getting wet just thinking about it. You just look at me and wonder what's up.

We get to the park and say hi to all your friends. We help set up the food and the grills. Everything looks great. It's time to visit and have fun.

You play some horseshoes while I watch. I just love your form. Then we play some volleyball where I actually spend more time watching you then the ball.

The food is ready so it's time to eat. We both head for the brats as they are our favorite. Add some salads, some chips and soda and we are all set. We sit with your friends laughing and talking, just having a good time. When we clean up our plates I ask if you would like to take a walk along the paths in the trees.

We walk off into the woods to relax and be by ourselves for just a bit. Once we are well into the trees I grab you for a kiss and then take your hand as we walk. We continue to walk for awhile until we can no longer hear the voices of the people from the picnic. We stop and kiss and just hold each other for awhile, it just feels so good to be in your arms. 

I suggest we leave the path and look for someplace a little more secluded, a spot where we won't be interrupted. You readily agree as now you are beginning to see what it is that I have had in mind all along. To make my outdoor fantasy come to life. You are certainly up to the challenge by the look at that bulge forming in your jeans.

We move away from the trail looking for a place to be undisturbed by anybody else walking by. We finally find a spot a little out of the way, it's perfect. 

"I wish I had grabbed a blanket but I didn't want to give away my surprise," I say to you.

You laugh and tell me "It's fine my shirt can lay on the ground underneath us." You put your words to action and take off your shirt, lay it on the ground and invite me to join you on it.

I smile as I join you. I reach forward and pull your face to mine and start things off with some gentle kisses as my fingers run over your beard. As I deepen these kisses I remove your hat and set it aside along with your sunglasses and my glasses.

Things start to heat up as my hands begin to roam over your body and to the waistband of your jeans. I undo the button and open the fly, making room for my hand to reach inside for what I am searching for. I pull your cock free and lick my lips as I look into your eyes for a moment before leaning over to swirl my tongue over the head, "Oh yeah," you whisper, "that feels good."

This is my fantasy, you want it to be a special memory for me, so you roll me over onto my back and start to undress me. You kiss the spots on my body where the sun touches my bare skin, making me squirm with the anticipation of your touch. You reach for the waistband of my jeans and open them up and lean over and take an appreciative whiff of my scent indicating just how much I want you. You pull my jeans down over my hips exposing my pussy to your eyes and your hands. Slipping a couple of fingers inside feeling my wetness, followed by your awesome tongue.

I start to move my hips under the expert ministrations of your tongue, pressing my pussy into your face, wanting to feel you deeper inside. You pull back watching the shadows from the leaves play across my skin as you continue to explore my body. Not missing a spot as your run your hands everywhere, taking your time, enjoying the look of hunger in my eyes. You know that I want your cock in my pussy.

You move between my legs and position the head of your cock against my pussy, letting me feel you there. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm fill me with your cock," is my demand as I raise my hips up to meet your cock. Suddenly you give me what I am asking for and I gasp with the intense pleasure I feel as you bury yourself deep. Then you press just a little deeper before sliding out and thrusting back in faster and then slower. Rubbing your cock against my clit making my pussy clench tight around you. I can feel my orgasm mounting as I start to move my hips in rhythm with yours, wanting you to release your cum. You slow down prolonging this wonderful torture. "Please make me cum baby, don't stop." is my plea to you.

You smile and roll over and pull me up on top. Once one top there is no stopping me, I am going to ride you to the finish. I ride you hard and fast. You feel my pussy tighten hard around your cock wanting it's release. I can't hold back any longer, my pussy begins to pulsate with my orgasm. "Yes baby, cum for me," you demand as you begin to feel your balls tighten as your cum rises to the head where it explodes in my pussy. 

I lay down on you and you wrap your arms around me, rubbing my back, letting me calm down after such an intense orgasm. 

Slowly we start to move and get dressed. My fantasy now fulfilled it is time to head back to the picnic. Luckily the grass stain on your shirt will tuck into your jeans and nobody will be the wiser.