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The Long Ride

By: superglide52



\My wife and I went on a long weekend ride a couple of weeks ago. Since we bought our Harley this year we have gone on a lot of short rides, but we wanted to do a longer ride. So we headed out Saturday morning for no where in particular. We just threw some clothes in a bag and hit the road. We took a long slow ride [mainly on back roads] stopping occasionally for gas, food and to check out the scenery. It was starting to get late in the day and we were thinking of finding a place to stay for the night. 

We stopped at one of those roadside overlooks. As we sat there admiring the view, we decided to look for a motel that had a restaurant/bar. I looked at the map and we were only about 75miles from Kansas City. So we decided to head that way. We didn't get in any hurry as this was just a relaxing ride.

It took about 2 hours to get there and it was just getting dark as we rode into town {at least the outskirts anyway}. We found a nice medium sized motel with a restaurant and bar. 

After checking in, we decided to take a shower and relax a bit before getting dinner. I laid there on the bed looking at my wife of 30 years, her medium length brown hair. She is a little heavy, always has been. But, I didn't marry her for her looks, all though she is pretty good looking. It has been a bumpy time together through the years. She has went out on me and I have went out on her, but, we always worked it out. 

She is very talented in bed. She can suck cock with the best of them. I have to say I have not had any better. Even though we have 4 kids, she never dilated enough to have them natural, they were all born c section. Thus keeping her pussy tight all the time, even after all these years she is a great lay. 

It was about 9 o'clock when we decided to get something to eat. We ate dinner and just talked for awhile. We paid the bill and headed for the bar. My wife doesn't drink do to medications she is on. But, I on the other hand do drink a little. As we entered the bar I could see it wasn't very busy at all. There were only about 10 people in here. We found a nice table to sit at and I went up to get my beer and her diet soda. While at the bar this guy started talking to me. He seemed friendly enough as we talked. I got my drinks and asked if he wanted to join us at our table, he accepted and walked over with me and sat down. After the introductions, we just had idle chit-chat for awhile. There was a band getting ready to play and the bar was starting to fill up. Actually it was getting crowded. We had a few more drinks and the band was in full swing. He asked if he could dance with my wife. I said that is up to her. So he asked her and she said sure. She loved to dance and I on the other hand didn't really care to dance much, never have. I sat there drinking my beer watching the two of dancing. After the song ended they came back to the table and sat down. We again engaged in idle talk. You know where you from, what do you do, that kind of talk. I asked if he was ready for another drink as I was going to get me one. Sure he said and I think I will dance with your wife again. OK have fun I said, as I walked towards the bar. The band was playing a slow song and as I was waiting for our drinks I noticed the two of them slow dancing. A very intimate type of dance I noticed. His hands were moving very slowly up and down her back, slowly touching and rubbing her lower back just above her ass. She to was moving her hands slowly over his back and hips, while holding each other very close. It honestly was kind of turning me on. I got our drinks and went back to the table and sat down. They to were coming back to the table as the song was over. 

They sat down and we started talking again, this time the talk was getting a little dirty. We were telling dirty jokes and having a good time. As the evening went on we were getting really comfortable with each other. Time went by pretty quick, as they danced a couple more times and we had a few more drinks. It was getting late and my wife said she was starting to get pretty tired. I looked at our new friend and asked if he wanted to grab a few beers and come back to the room with us, my wife looked at him and said why don't you. He agreed and grabbed a six pack and came with us to our room. After we got to the room I immediately took my boots off, my feet were killing me. My wife also took her boots off. The three of us sat there talking for awhile, when I said what we need is some music. They agreed with me and I looked to see if there was a radio around and I found one in a drawer, a little clock radio. I plugged it in and found a station. All I could find was a country station. He looked at my wife and asked her to dance she said ok. They were slow dancing as I watched. This time his hands were a little more active than at the bar. But, then again so was hers. I actually found this to be hot as I watched on. They were rubbing all over each other occasionally looking over at me as I smiled back at them. He started to gently rub the side of her breast as I watched. She did not resist. In fact her hands were close to his crotch gently rubbing. He looked over at me and then looked back at her and planted a kiss on her. She glanced over at me and returned the kiss. This was the first time she had ever done anything like that in front of me. Like I said it kind of turned me on. 

My cock was getting hard watching these two. And, I have to say I noticed his was to. They finished the dance and she came over and gave me a great big kiss and sat down. He also sat down. I decided to see how far this would go and suggested that we get more comfortable. They both agreed. I stood up and took my pants off standing there with nothing but a tee shirt and my boxer briefs, he followed by taking off his pants and shirt. I couldn't help but notice my wife's eyes went straight to his cock. Even through his boxers you could see he was quite hung. My wife has always been a little self conscious about her size and was a little reluctant to take her pants off. But after a little coaxing she took them off. There we were, the three of us sitting around this little table with nothing on but our under ware chit-chatting. 

Another slow song came on the radio and he asked her to dance again and she accepted. This time his hand went straight to her breast and he gently started rubbing on them first one then the other. He then took his right hand and slipped it around to her back and undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. As I sat there watching he lowered his head down and put her left tit in his mouth and gently at first started sucking and then he began nibbling and she was getting turned on by it. I could tell because her hand went down to his cock and she pulled it out and was gently stroking him. There I was sitting there watching my wife and this guy we just met getting very sensual and I was getting more and more turned on by it. My cock was raging now as I watched.  

I got up and dropped my shorts to the floor as I moved closer to them. My wife put her other hand on my cock and started stroking me as well. After a few minutes of this we found ourselves next to the bed. She sat down, looked at me and put his cock in her mouth. She was having some trouble getting it all in, as he had to be about 9 inches, a good two inches bigger than myself. But, she was persistent and finally got it all in her mouth. She then slowly began sliding up and down his massive shaft. Both of them were moaning as I stood there getting my hand job. It was so hot watching her give this guy a blow job.

She suddenly let go of his cock and put mine in her mouth and started sucking and licking it. To my surprise he reached down and grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. I was a little stunned by this as I had not done anything like that before. So I just kind of stood there for a moment, not really knowing what to do. Before I knew her hand and his were on mine and slowly moving my hand up and down his huge member and then just as suddenly let go and left my hand on his cock. I have to say it didn't feel to bad and I kept going on his shaft. 

Very shortly we were lying on the bed. She began sucking on my cock again. He moved his self down to where his face was at her pussy and he began kissing and licking her clit. I hadn't noticed he had positioned himself so that his cock was at my face, as I was enjoying my head job. He took his hand and gently pushed my head toward his cock. I was very hesitant about that, when suddenly she let go of my cock and said go ahead you might like it baby, please try it, she asked. I still didn't feel comfortable about it, but none the less I tried. First I put the head of his shaft in my mouth and immediately spit it out. I looked up and both of them were watching me and started coaxing me to continue. This time I put the head in my mouth and kept it there and she went back to sucking my cock and he to eating her out. As I was enjoying the head I realized that I was putting more and more of this huge cock in my mouth and then I gagged, spit it out and he said go ahead and try again man. I obediently did. This time I took over half of it in my mouth and started sucking on his cock slowly. I started liking it and put even more in my mouth. Soon I was sucking his whole cock down my throat. He suddenly exploded in my mouth , sending wave after wave of hot juices down my throat and naturally I gagged, swallowed and spit. I raised my head up dripping his cum from my mouth, when my wife leans over and starts licking the cum off my face and kissing me. 

I slowly went down on her and began licking her pussy not realizing I had my ass up in the air, until I felt something warm on it. Then before I could say anything he put his finger in my ass, it felt warm and slippery. It was then that I realized he was putting some sort of lubricant on my ass. My wife held my face to her wet sweet pussy so I couldn't say anything. Then I suddenly felt the head of his cock go in my ass. Damn it hurt. I tried to resist, but , the more I tried to make him stop the harder he pushed. He started slowly pumping my ass, while my wife held my head to her pussy. The way she was holding me there and the way he had positioned him self behind me I couldn't hardly move. The pain of him fucking me in my ass was starting to subside a little bit, but still hurt. He quit pumping my ass and just laid there with about half of his huge cock buried in my ass. With him not fucking me I kind of relaxed and began licking and sucking my wifes pussy again. She started cumming and as she did he rammed his whole length in my ass. The pain was almost unbearable. Again I tried to resist, but he just kept pumping harder and harder. He was burying his huge cock in my ass with each thrust. The pain was terrible and as I felt him start to cum in my ass, I passed out.

I am not sure how long I was out. When I awoke, I found myself tied to a chair. My ass felt like it was on fire. All I could say was what the fuck. I looked towards the bed and there was my wife sucking his cock. He just sat there grinning at me. He tapped her on the shoulder and she stopped sucking and looked over at me. I said what the fuck is going on. She just smiled, got up and came over and started sucking my limp cock. It didn't take her long to get it hard. She was deep throating me as he got up and came up behind her and started to slide his cock in her pussy. He was very slow and methodical in his rhythm. 

Suddenly I heard the toilet flush. As I looked towards the bathroom I saw a tall slim woman come out. Now my head was really spinning. I was not only hurting, but I was now very confused. Where did she come from and who was she?

I watched her as she came closer to me. She was standing by my side reached over to the table and picked up a beer took a drink and then put the bottle to my mouth and poured some beer in my mouth. I gladly took a drink.

My wife stopped sucking my cock and got up. The two of them moved over to the bed, he laid down and she climbed on him cowgirl style and commenced to ride him slow and long. The other woman put the bottle down and knelt down in front of me and started sucking my cock. She sucked on it for awhile then got up and sat in my lap slowly inserting my hard cock in her very wet pussy and started slowly pumping up and down. Soon I forgot about my being in pain and tied up. I don't think I have ever been fucked so good. She was quite good at it. I looked over at my wife and she was riding him like I had never seen her do. Up and down side to side and moaning. 

This new person was riding my cock like one of those mechanical bulls. Wow, did it feel good. But, still I wandered what was going on here and why was I tied up? Questions that no one seem to want to answer. Soon, she was riding me harder and harder until I came like never before. She got up, turned and looked at me, smiled and walked over to the bed. She then sat on the side of it and started massaging by wife's breasts. This totally shocked me as she always said there would be no way she would let another woman ever do that. Soon she was sucking on her tits, first one then the other as my wife was holding her head tight to her breast . While this was going on I kept asking why in the hell was I tied up and to untie me. They just looked at me. My wife got off of his cock and the two women laid down beside each other and started fondling and kissing one another. He got up off the bed and came over to me and stuck his cock in my face and gently rubbed it around my mouth. He looked down at me and said open up and be a good boy and he might untie me. I responded by saying untie me now. He just said first things first. With that being said he started pushing my mouth open with his cock. I looked over at the bed and both women were now watching us while still fondling each other. As I watched them I kind of relaxed and that moment he shoved half his huge cock in my mouth. I gagged a little as he started gently pumping in and out. Very slowly he kept going deeper and deeper down my throat until he had his cock buried in my mouth. He was fucking my throat like it was a pussy, slow and long. He tightened up and said don't spill a drop or he would have to fuck my mouth again. He shot his hot load down my throat as I tried so hard not to let any get out of my mouth. Some how I managed to not spill a drop and swallow every last drop. I did this because I didn't want him to do it again. 

I looked at him and said, I did what you asked, now how about untying me? Not yet he said. I will untie your legs though. He did untie my legs and then went to the night stand and got a phone book and slid under my ass. Now I was sitting there on this phone book and he moved me so my ass hole was showing. He then said time to fuck you. I thought not again. He lifted my legs up and slid under them, so my legs were draped over his. He then got the lube off the table and rubbed it on and in my ass, then generously coated his cock. Just relax and enjoy he said. And with that he inserted the head of his cock in my ass. To my surprise it slid in very easy. He gently went deeper and deeper with slow movements. It actually felt pretty good. Maybe it was because of the earlier fucking he gave me, I wasn't really sure why. I started moving my ass around his huge cock as he fucked my ass. It wasn't long until he came in my ass and as he did I clamped my ass muscles around his cock and he moaned very loud as did I. I really can't explain it, but I no longer felt mad or hurt. 

The two women got off the bed and came over to me and untied my arms, helped me up and over to the bed. They laid me down and laid beside me. 

I fell fast asleep and when I woke my wife and the guy were gone. The mystery woman was sitting beside me on the bed. I asked where my wife and the guy were? She looked at me and said that was kind of long story.

I had no clue of the story I was going to be told.

The Long Ride Home



It had been a good party. 

In the company of friends and family, she could always forget for a moment what she was. And tonight she had done just that. When in large groups of people, she could steal away from him and be with her girlfriends or her cousins or with people she didn't know, and could carry on an intelligent conversation. She could discuss religion and politics, or music and movies. She was articulate and intelligent, unfaltering in her beliefs. But in small groups, in intimate settings, when she was constantly near him, her knees were weak, and her tongue and voice thick with lust and desire. A look from him could set her heart racing and make her thighs quiver. Before long, she was sure everyone in the room could smell her arousal, and if they couldn't, she knew he could. It was almost imperceptible, that slight twitch of his nose, but the gleam in his eye was unmistakable. He could smell her alright, and that made her all the more aroused, making it hard for her to do anything more than nod or speak in childlike sentences. It was no wonder he liked to call her Babygirl.

As they said their goodbyes, she felt herself becoming anxious. He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze as he led her away from the crowd. Her palms began to sweat and the warmth between her thighs became more prevalent as they approached the car. Looking down, she saw the contrast in the colors of their skin, her golden brown fingers intertwined with his pale white ones, and thought of how many times those fingers had contrasted with other parts of her body: her chocolate nipples, her caramel colored thighs. She shivered, her entire body trembling, so much that he could feel it in her fingers. As he opened her car door, he smiled at her, that ever knowing smile as he whispered "Something wrong, Babygirl?"

She blushed hotly, her cheeks and ears warming beneath his gaze. She smoothed her skirt down over her thighs as she settled into her seat and shook her head. "No, Master, nothing is wrong."

He closed her car door and moved around to the other side. After starting the car, he turned to her and smiled again. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yes Master, very much so, everyone was so friendly and I had a lot of wonderful conversations." She bit her bottom lip, hearing herself, her submissiveness reflected in her tone of voice, in her dialog with him. Her nipples hardened and poked against her dress, showing even in the dim light of the car. She groaned as she saw his nostrils flare and she knew that he knew she was ready for him.

"What's that I smell, babygirl?" His hazel eyes twinkled as he brought a finger to her chin, lifting her face so their gazes met. Her dark brown eyes were wide, giving her a childlike appearance as she whimpered her answer to him.

"It's.. um.. you smell.. me.. Master."

"Is that a fact?" he asked, his eyes dancing in the moonlight that spilled into the car through the passenger window. "And why do I smell my babyslut?"

She moaned softly, rubbing her hands over the front of her thighs. Even though she was sitting, her body seemed unstable, as if she couldn't hold herself upright. She opened her mouth to answer him, but only a whimper escaped her shiny red lips. He chuckled softly as he put the car in gear and pulled out onto the road. They rode in silence, and it seemed the sound of her breathing filled the cabin of the car. Her pulse pounded in her ears and she silently squeezed her thighs together, crossing her ankles to apply more pressure to her clit. She closed her eyes, drifting away as her arousal completely overwhelmed her. She lost focus on where she was and who she was with as her head fell back against the seat as she felt the familiar warmth spreading from her sex throughout the rest of her body. Her hands clenched into fists on the seat beside her and she gasped loudly, drawing his attention to her.

WHACK!

His hand fell hot and hard on her breast, causing her to cry out loudly as she slumped back into her seat. Pain shot through her body, easing the orgasmic tension that had been building in her body. She whimpered softly and shivered a little in her seat as she looked over at him.

"What were you doing, babygirl?"

"Noth.. nothing Master. I was just stretching." even as the lie slipped from her mouth she regretted it, but couldn't retract it once the words tumbled from her lips. 

She saw his hand coming at her in slow motion, knowing that the blow was going to resonate pain through her body. WHACK WHACK!! His hand fell twice, smacking both breasts. She cried out again, body shuddering as her breasts warmed considerably. She could feel a tingling where his fingers had made contact with her breasts through her dress. 

"Since when do you lie to me, babybitch?"

His gaze never left the road, but his hand slipped into the plunging neckline of her dress to pinch, twist, and fondle her bare breasts and nipples. She moaned, and goosebumps formed on her skin beneath his fingertips as she arched her back away from the seat of the car. He curled his white fingers in the neckline of her dress and yanked it down, exposing her full high yellow breasts to the night air. 

"Master.. please!" she gasped softly, bringing her hands up to cover herself, looking over to see if the person riding in the car next to them could see her state of undress. He pushed her hands away, glancing over at her for a moment before his hand slid up to tangle in her hair. He yanked her head slightly, giving her body a shake as he carefully guided the car onto the freeway. 

"My little girl wants to lie to me? Doesn't want to tell me that she was getting off in the seat next to me without my permission? Didn't think I was paying attention did you, my blackbitch?"

She groaned loudly and squirmed in her seat, hands tugging at the hem of her dress, pressing it between her spread thighs. She could feel her own moisture sticking to the thin material as it rubbed against her damp skin. His name calling and rough treatment was only serving to heighten her arousal, and he knew it. His foot pressed slightly down onto the accelerator as the car glided into the flow of traffic. She whimpered as his grip tightened in her hair, and he pulled her over closer to him.

"Unfasten my pants."

"M.. Master please.. not in the car.. "

He growled softly, a sound that she knew meant she was treading heavily on thin ice, a sound that compelled her to action. Her hands shook as she slid them over his flat muscled stomach until her fingers found the buckle to his belt. When she was terribly disobedient, the belt served as punishment, leaving her body hot and aching, and not just on the outside. Her sex would clench and twitch, and her nipples would throb. After a beating, if he so much as blew on her red flesh she would cum like a waterfall, juices flowing down her thighs, or puddling beneath her ass depending on her position. But for now.. in the car, she was safe from the belt. But there were other forms of punishment he liked to use. She knew this well.

Her hands pushed open his pants and reached in to remove his throbbing member. His cock was thick and long, veins pulsing, purplish-blue in her golden brown fingers. He yanked her head a little then pushed her head down between his body and the steering wheel. She grunted as her face was pushed down into his crotch. His shaft throbbed against her nose and she struggled just a little as she was forced to inhale his scent. He growled again, feeling her struggle. Releasing her hair for a moment, knowing she wouldn't dare lift her head, regardless of how much she might fight him, he reached over and pulled her dress up, exposing her bare ass. 

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

His hand came down swiftly, coloring the upturned cheeks of her ass, which wasn't quite at window level, but had a truck driver pulled up along the passenger side of the car, he would have been able to look down and get a full view of the honey colored globes, which now bore bright red handprints. He palmed her ass, pulling her against him as he whispered down to her, "What is that hole of yours for bitch?"

Her soft response of "It's for pleasuring you, Master" was muffled as he pulled her against him once more, causing her face to press into his crotch a bit more firmly. 

"So why are you wasting time talking.. lying with it no less?" His hand lifted and she tensed, expecting him to spank her some more, but instead he tangled his fingers back in her hair and pulled her head up just a little, letting her breathe before pushing her head back down. "Please me."

She moaned as he forced her head down again. Parting her lips, she held his stiff cock up with her hand, and took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as her warm mouth enveloped his shaft then slid down the length of him, massaging his pulsing member with her lips and tongue. His hips rocked up slightly, pressing him fully into her mouth, pushing the fat head of his cock against the back of her throat. She whimpered, lifting her head, resisting as he held her head down. Her nose pressed to his pants and her throat opened, allowing the tip of his cock to slide in easily. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his thick shaft. 

"MMMmmmm.. now that's what your mouth is good for isn't it slave?" She couldn't answer, but she breathed heavily through her nose as he guided her head up and down. Occasionally, he would pull her head almost all the way up, and twist it slightly back and forth, keeping just the bulbous tip of his cock in her mouth, shining it with her lips before pushing her down again, forcing her to once more take all of him into her mouth. She wondered for just a moment what she must look like, bent over so her head was in his lap, dress hiked up around her waist, revealing the black elastic band of her thong and the golden brown skin of her ass. She worried if anyone could see, or could tell what she was doing as they rode past them or behind them. This anxiety served to arouse her even more, so much so that she could now smell her own arousal, hanging heavy in the air of the car.

The steering wheel rubbed against her arm as he maneuvered the car onto the shoulder of the road. He groaned softly as he put the car in park. His hand stayed in her hair, directing her head up and down, side to side. She moaned low in her throat, lips vibrating around his thick white shaft as she sucked him harder and faster. His hand left her hair and slid down her back until his fingers twisted in the elastic waistband of her thong. Tugging it hard, he caused the thin strip of material between her legs to grind against her clit, thread through the slick lips of her sex and rub over her tight anus. Her hips immediately pressed back and up, as she eagerly rubbed against the thong, seeking her release from all the pressure that was building up within her.

"That's it girl, I know you want it. Show your Master how badly you want him to take you, to use you, right here in the car." His voice was a deep, quiet whisper, but it sounded like a roar in her ears. Her head bobbed freely now as she sucked him vigorously. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock each time she lifted her head, then flicked against the thin slit, seeking a taste of his desire. He shuddered, looking down at her, seeing his pale cock pulsing between her dark pink lips. His hand moved from her thong, snaking over her ass so his fingers could plunder the treasure between her legs. He felt her juices drip down her thighs, soaking his fingers and grunted loudly "Damn girl you are drenched,"

He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked it one clean before smacking her ass. She shuddered and moaned, but wiggled her ass, inviting his hand to find its mark once more. He laughed softly, knowing that no matter what he did to her at this point, it would only fire her arousal to a greater height. Tangling his hand in her hair once more, he lifted her head, watching as a stream of saliva trailed from her lips to his cock. She purred softly, biting her bottom lip as she brought her hand up to wipe her mouth. Blushing, she met his gaze, questioning him with her eyes. He leaned in to kiss her, claiming her mouth as he bruised her lips with his teeth. She tilted her head up, offering her mouth to him, pressing her bare breasts to his arm. He smiled against her lips and whispered to her "Get in the back seat."

She gasped, holding her breath for a moment. The car was quiet, only the sound of traffic zipping past their parked car could be heard as she scanned his face, trying to discern whether or not he actually meant to be so bold as to take her here on the side of the highway. His hazel gaze met hers, showing no sign of amusement, only the desire to have her.

"Now."

She moved quickly, not bothering to fix her dress. Grateful for the Indian Summer weather, she pushed open the passenger door and stepped from the car. The warm air brushed over her exposed skin, teasing her already hard nipples, and making her body shiver as it snaked between her legs, kissing her moist thighs. She stood for a moment beside the car, golden skin glimmering in the oncoming headlights before she realized that any passerby could get a very good look at her state of undress. Pulling at the handle of the back door, she groaned finding it locked. Biting her bottom lip, she turned to use the switch on the front door to unlock it, but found him sitting in the passenger seat, his hand covering the switch. She blushed profusely, her red cheeks showing in the darkness that surrounded them.

"Master.. the door is locked." she whispered. He nodded, his eyes shining wickedly. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her thighs rubbing against her clit once more, smearing her juices over her skin before it could slip down past her knees. The fingers of her right hand twisted the bracelet around her left wrist nervously as she stood there before him, waiting for him to tell her what to do. His gaze slowly roamed her body, seeming to burn her skin. Her breasts grew hot as a blush started around her nipples and moved up her neck to color her cheeks. She whimpered, moving her hands behind her, trying to hide her naked ass. She didn't dare pull her dress down. Even though she knew her ass and breasts shown like golden orbs in the night to those driving by, she would rather they see her than risk punishment at his hands. She stepped in closer to him, whimpering softly as goosebumps formed on her skin. Her sex clenched and throbbed with need as she whispered "Please Master.. "

He laughed softly as he stood and grabbed her hair, pulling her in front of him, then forced her to bend over, laying her hands on the passenger seat of the car. He grabbed her hips and kicked her legs apart, forcing her thighs open, exposing the smooth dark lips of her sex and the pink flesh of her pussy that was barely covered by the tiny black thong she was wearing. She looked back between her parted thighs, moaning loudly as she could see his cock, thick and long, jutting away from his body, pointed at her sex. His finger hooked in the elastic that threaded between the cheeks of her ass and pulled it aside. His other hand rubbed her hip as he whispered to her "What is my black cunt pleading for? Does she want to feel her Master's dick, stretching her tight little cunt? Or does she want it in her ass?"

She gasped loudly, and trembled, her knees buckling slightly at his words. She pressed her ass back, expressing her need, begging with her body for him to take her. He moved in close, letting his thick white manhood slip between the slick folds of her sex. The head pushed against her clit and she jumped as fiery darts of pleasure shot through her body. "OOOOoooo yes!" she moaned, bucking slightly back against him. He pulled back slowly, then pushed forward again, his shaft slipping through her folds once more. She moaned again, whispering "oh Master.. PLEASE..." Her sex fluttered hungrily and she curled her fingers against the seat, pushing back, trying to get him inside of her.

He chuckled again, so low she almost couldn't hear it. His hand continued rubbing her hip, then lifted suddenly and came down hard against her ass. She gasped and flinched, body shuddering as the pain settled into her skin. His hand fell again, and again, as he slapped her ass leaving deep red handprints on her golden skin. She blinked and cried out, feeling tears well up in her eyes as he spanked her hard and fast. She tried pulling away by walking her hands across the seat, but the fingers of his other hand were wrapped tightly in the elastic band on her thong, yanking her back each time she pulled away.

"Answer me slave, what do you want? Tell me and maybe I will give it to you." He spoke loudly so she could hear him over the zoom of the cars that sped by them. Inside the car, she could only hear the 'blink-blink' of the hazard lights and the sound of her ow heart pounding in her ears. Her breasts bounced against her chin each time his hand connected with her ass. She groaned and whimpered, her ass dancing from side to side between blows. Pain flooded her senses, and still her sex leaked, sending her juices flowing down her legs. Thrusting his hand between her thighs, her gripped his shaft, pulling his hips back as he did, and lifted it up over her ass. Pulling back on her thong, he fitted her ass against body and began to spank her with his shaft. With each thud of his thick cock against her skin, she moaned and cried and squirmed against him, wetting the front of his pants with her anxiousness. "I won't ask you again bitch. You answer me now or I'll take what I want without thought to your pleasure."

She writhed against him, her ass rubbing up and down against his thighs, sex twitching and aching. Tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue she whimpered, lifting her head to look back at him as she whispered "I .. I want to feel Master's dick.. please Master.. please fuck your girl.. please.."

His shaft slid down between the cheeks of her ass as he held them open with his hands. His pale fingers kneaded the fleshy golden globes, pulling them apart and pushing them together around his thick member as it pressed against the tight puckered entrance to her ass. She groaned and pushed back, not caring what hole he wanted to use, so long as he used her. He pushed forward a little, just enough to cause her anus to begin to open to the wide head of his cock. She purred softly, forcing herself to relax so she could receive him. He saw the change in her body and smiled wickedly as he pushed his shaft down and thrust unexpectedly into her dripping sex.

She arched her back and cried out loudly, her head lifting up as he rammed into her. Her body shook wth delight, even as he leaned in to grip her hair tightly, pulling her back against him. She groaned, imagining what this all must look like to someone driving by. The overhead light in the car had gone out long ago, so she was little more than a silhoette as the other cars flew past them. He tugged at her hair, using it to pull her back against him as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Are you my little bitch?" he grunted loudly.

Cool air rose up and swirled around them each time a vehicle road past them. A Mack Truck barrelled down the highway, rocking the car, throwing her back against him. His cock plunged in deep and hard over and over, stretching her walls, opening her to him again and again. She cried out with each thrust but pressed back against him, giving herself to him. He growled, asking her again "Are you my little bitch? Sexy fuckable black bitch?"

She shuddered and nodded as best she could. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her, back and forth, side to side, slapping together, making an odd claping sound. She panted and groaned, feeling his shaft invading her sex, pushing against her most tender and senstive places. He pulled almost completely out of her, teasing her pulsing walls with just the tip of his cock as he waited for her answer. She pressed back, whimpering.. pleading for him not to tease her, but he would not give in. Her entire body trembled, her head swimming with desire and the need to please him. 




The Long Ride HOme



Mike was your typical father of a teenage girl. He spent most of her life being the man she adored but once those teenage hormones kicked in she began to pull away from him. It always hurt but he knew it was part of growing up. It wasn't until the day he picked her up at Shanda's that things began to change. 

Sydney was a gorgeous young woman, just barely 18 with the body of a goddess. Her long luxurious chestnut hair framed her innocent face perfectly and cascaded half way down her back. Her deep brown eyes seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. From the swell of her firm round breasts to the soft curve of her splendid tight ass she was perfection. 

Mike had noticed how all the guys looked at her. How could he not being the overprotective father that he was. He arrived at Shanda's promptly at 4 to pick up Syd from her friends. She had promised to be dressed and ready to go when he got there. She came running out of the house with her duffle bag in her hand and her shorts pulled on over the thin white bikini she had been laying out in.

She climbed into the car and tossed her back in the back. "Sorry dad. I lost track of time." she shut the door and waited for him to pull out of the driveway. It was a long drive into the city from Shanda's house with a lot of back roads.

"Well Sydney you aren't going to have time to change before we get there. You already have me running late." He answered as he pulled out of the driveway. 

"Oh dad" she sighed. "I can just change in the car it's no big deal." She turned around and knelt on the seat as she reached into the back seat.

Mike turned to say something but the words quickly froze in him mind as he stared at her firm young ass covered by the tight denim shorts. He shook his head, trying to clear away the unnatural thoughts that instantly infiltrated his brain. He quickly stared at the road again. 

He felt a bit relieved as she sat back down with the duffle bag in her lap. Sydney pulled out a short summery dress and pair of panties and laid them on the seat next to her before placing the bag in the back again. He tried not to look at her at all as he heard her unfastening her shorts.

Suddenly it felt incredibly hot in the air conditioned Lexus. His face was turning bright red as a thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead. He tried not to draw attention to himself in any way but she noticed his reactions. 

She smirked as she slipped her shorts down over her perfectly sculpted thighs and slid them completely off. She tosses them into the back seat. Something about the thought of her father watching her turned her on. She slowly ran her hands over her bathing suit top and gave her breasts a squeeze. 

He could see her out of the corner of his eye as her hands closed around the flesh mounds. Squirming slightly in the seat he tried to hide the arousal that was beginning to show. The outline of her nipples was very clear through the taut white fabric as her hands slid behind her and started to untie her top. 

First the bottom one was released, then the top. She pulled the bikini top away letting her full round breasts to fall free. She had large pert nipples that stood out so beautifully from her creamy white flesh. He prayed that she would slip the dress on before she caught him looking. How he longed to take one of those tender little nubs into his mouth and suck it like an infant trying to feed. 

He nearly choked when she ran her hands along her bare breasts. Her fingers pulled at the hardening little bumps, tugging them firmly as she purred. Then releasing them, she began to untie the sides of her bottoms. She undid the left side first. Her hand then traveled between her tan thighs and pressed against the fabric. "hmmmm for some reason they are still wet... wonder why" she chuckled as she then reached up and untied the other side. 

As she tossed the dampened bikini bottom into the back seat he caught a whiff of her scent. It was so clean and intoxicating. He tried to keep his mind on the road. He did not even notice the wicked smile that crossed her lips when she noticed the growing bulge in the front of his shorts. 

Her hand landed against his thigh and sent his mind racing. He nearly ran off the edge of the dirt road and into a ditch. Mike grabbed her hand and moved it quickly off his leg. "what are you doing Sydney?" he asked in a startled voice.

She insistently put it back, only this time it went straight for the bulge in his pants. Her bare breasts brushed against his arm as she leaned in and whispered. "Well Dad it looks like I am about to unzip your pants and slip my hand inside."

"You are insane Syd, we can't do this." He tried to protest but before he could stop her she had already done as she said. He let out a soft gasp as he felt her warm little hand wrap around his cock. "Oh god Sydney" he groaned. 

He moved his arm out of her way as he accepted it. Her body moved closer as she lowered her head. She pulled his cock free from its material prison and began to run the tip of her soft pink tongue along the head as she held him firmly in her grasp.

His mind raced as he thought about what was happening. His own daughter, the girl he had cared for all his life and secretly lusted after was now about to give him a blow job. He had to pull over before he wrecked. The car crawled to a halt on the side of the road. His hand gently caressed her back, down to her firm young ass.

She promptly moved onto her knees so he could feel more of her body. The swollen tip of his cock slid into her mouth as she began to gently suck. He let out a moan of complete bliss as her tongue worked over the smooth skin. She made tight little circles around the head, never seeming to cease for a moment. 

His fingers moved down along the sweet little crack between her cheeks, over the little puckered rosebud and to her puffy pink lips. She was already quite wet. He pushed the tip of his finger between those lips, moving it back and forth rather slowly. 

This brought forth a moan from her as she pushed back into his finger. He let it glide deeper inside her as he pushed forward. Her mouth slid further down his shaft. She took it all in as her hand moved away. Her head was bobbing faster, moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel the vibrations each time she moaned around him. 

He was getting so close to coming. She could hear his breathing change as his fingers thrust into her harder. She promptly pulled his cock from her mouth and wiggled away from his fingers. Sydney got out of the car and walked around to the hood. 

He watched in sheer awe. His daughter, in broad daylight was lying on the hood of his Lexus naked, and waiting for him. He climbed out of the car and walked around. There she laid, legs spread wide, her finger crushing that swollen little nub as she rubbed it hard and fast. She looked up at him with such a longing in her eyes as she purred "Fuck me daddy... my pussy is on fire" 

For a moment he just stared at her. Was this really happening? He unfastened his shorts the rest of the way and slid them off as he positioned himself between her legs. Mike lifted her legs and placed them against his chest as he leaned forward. 

She looked amazing pinned down like this, so hot and ready for him. As he reached down to guide his engorged shaft into her wet little slick she pushed his hand away. "No daddy let me" she replied as she eased the head of his cock between her puffy lips.

They both moaned in ecstasy as he slid inside her. She was so tight and wet. He began to thrust slow but deep into her. Her firm breasts bounced as she rocked on the hood of the car. He grunted with each deeply penetrating stroke, leaning in further as he pressed her legs against her chest. She was so flexible.

Her hips bucked into his as she let out a series of soft moans, each one sounding more urgent than the next. His thrusts became harder and faster as her juices lubricated his thick shaft. "Yeah... that's it Sydney... you love your daddy's cock don't you... oh god..." He grunted.

"Fuck me daddy" she cried out "fuck me harder." 

He pulled out of her eliciting a disappointed gasp from her. "Turn around and bend over honey." he commanded. His cock was still glistening with her nectar. 

She quickly obeyed and stood up. Her nipples brushed over the hot red hood. They were painfully erect and the friction was driving her wild. He ran the head of his cock up and down her sweet snatch for a moment, staring down at it in amazement when he caught sight of her puckered little hole.

It beckoned to him as he stared at it. Mesmerized by the forbidden entrance he placed the tip of his cock to it and began to push in slowly. Sydney's head jolted back as she let out a sharp cry. “OH GOD DADDY NO." He pierced the tight ring of muscle very slowly, leaving the head lodged inside for a moment.

He reached down and began to stroke her clit as he pushed in further. Her cries of protest quickly drifted into pleading moans as she pushed back against him. Her pussy was drooling for attention as he filled her ass. 

He had never before felt such a tight perfect space. He gripped her hips and began to pull her back into him. Her hips bounced off his as his cock began to move in and out with greater ease. His balls slapped against her wet lips with every powerful thrust. 

He grunted with each deep insertion. His balls were beginning to tighten as he quickened his pace. He strained to keep from cumming just yet. Finally it happened. Her body trembled as she let out a loud moan. Suddenly his balls were soaked as well as his thighs as her pussy exploded. Her muscles clenching tightly as she squirted for the first time. 

"OH FUCK YES SYDNEY" He screamed as he banged her hard and fast. He could not deny the urge any longer and released her hip with one hand, only to bring it crashing down roughly against the firm white flesh. 

She yelped as she felt the flesh heating up from each strike. He continued to hammer away at her as he spanked her. Within minutes his cock began to throb, releasing shot after shot of thick spunk deep into her ass. He groaned "OH FUCKING GOD YES." as he filled her.

Slowly he pulled his cock from her stretched little anus and stared down at is. Cum seeped from the gaping hole left by his cock. He pulled her up, turning her to face him. She smiled with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Mmmm I know what I am going to have for desert tonight." he remarked before pulling her close and kissing her deeply. "Now, we better get back on the road... your mother will wondering what took us so long."



The Long Ride Home



This happened about six months ago, with my latest girlfriend, and, while I'm still trying for a repeat performance...only time will tell. Ah, well.--

We were at her mother and stepfather's house, having dinner, just relaxing after another, long week in the 'work-your-ass-off-world-of-business'. We had both enjoyed a few glasses of wine a piece, and, while the alcohol was out of our system, our inhibitions had yet to come back up. As we were walking out towards the car, hip-to-hip, I leaned over and whispered how badly I wanted her. How I wanted to take her right to the house, put her over the edge of the bed, and fuck her pussy until my cock was soaked. How I wanted to nestle my mouth between her thighs, wrap my lips around her clit, and suck, like it was a miniature cock. How I wanted to drive my fingers up into her pussy, as I sucked that swollen clit'. Needless to say, by the time I was backing out of the driveway, we were both pretty worked up.

I didn't let up, though, telling her the horribly wonderful things I wanted to do to her...how I wanted to fuck her with her back to me, facing a mirror...curl my hands at the nape of her neck, tip her head down to watch my cock pushing in and out of her pussy in the reflecting glass. I was pushing her buttons, working her into a hands-free-frenzy, and when we hit the main street heading towards the interstate, her mid-length skirt was bunched close to her hips, and she was *writhing*. When I saw her hands fisted tightly at her hips, I glanced over, brazenly between her thighs...and told her to just take her panties off. Even though she shot me a 'You have *got* to be kidding*' look, she nevertheless lifted her hips, and pulled them off. I went into telling her how sexy she looked, frusterated and writhing in the seat next to me, and how much I loved to make her squirm. When her hands worked under her skirt and she started to play with herself, though, I told her outright to pull her skirt up, to spread her legs. I wanted a show, I told her...I wanted her to show me how badly she wanted me. How wet her pussy had gotten....and damn, if that isn't exactly what she did! 

Spreading her legs, she worked the skirt up to her waist, and boldly planted her feet on the car-seat, tilting her hips up. One hand pushed against the roof of the car, as her other hand started stroking her clit and smooth-shaven pussy, furiously, her eyes closing and little sounds escaping from her throat. While I was half-tempted to pull over to the side of the road and handle her 'problem' myself, I have to admit, I was getting off on how much she was enjoying this. She knew that cars were driving by, that there was a good, good chance that drivers were getting a glimpse, at least, at what she was doing--Especially SUV and truck-drivers! If anything, though, rather then turn her off to the whole idea, it only worked her harder. 

Glancing out the window at one point, she made direct eye-contact with a woman who had pulled even with us on the highway, the driver gaping at the show...and, licking her lips, my girlfriend started shoving *three* fingers in her sex, working them around, from the inside! This must have driven the poor woman in the next lane mad, because she didn't break away from the lane...or the view...for a good fifteen minutes. Even when she reached her slick fingers over to my mouth, letting me clean them off, she never really unglued her eyes from the gorgeous, raven-haired vixen 'next door'. Finally taking her fingers out of my mouth, she worked them down my chest, past my stomach, and snuck them underneath my jeans, greedily stroking under my boxers, as well. Finding my cock hard and throbbing for her touch...hell, she didn't even have to reach past the waistband to brush the head of my shaft...she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped my jeans. 

Finally, finally turning her back on her one-woman audience, my girlfriend dipped her head down to my waist, sucking my cock into her mouth in one, smooth push of her hot, wet mouth. Glancing over as well, I quickly realized that my girl wasn't done, teasing her own exhibitionist's tendencies...because while one hand was fisting, stroking my cock (with me still trying to drive in a straight lane, no less...), she was spreading her pussy, working the fingertips over her clit, all but pressing her ass and thighs to the passenger-side window, I could see the other driver's one hand shakily holding the wheel...and the other had mysteriously disappeared, possibly to her own sex. That wasn't shock on her face, from what I could tell with momentary glances from the road to my right-hand side...it was lust, the same expression twisting my girlfriend's own face, as she sucked my cock from base to head, back down, and back up. 

By the time I had reasserted my quickly waning focus back on the road, our companion in the show had split off to her own exit....and my girl' was lost in what she was doing, anyway. Moaning louder and louder around my cock as her fingers worked faster and faster on her own clit, I had one hand on the wheel, the other hand on the back of her head. Lifting my hips in short, sharp thrusts against her swollen lips, I was trying to see if she would come again, first, or if I would lose it....Turns out, she lost it, first. And a good thing, too, because if I were to come in mid-drive, I no doubt would have driven into a guard-rail, or wandered into oncoming traffic.

It was all well and good, though, by the time she had pulled her mouth from my spit-wet cock...because I had plenty, plenty of energy to pull her into the back room, and fuck her, facing the bathroom mirror.

And then, again, in the shower, with her feet braced on the sides of the tub, bouncing on my cock, gasping, moaning, using lotion to get things that much hotter, much more slick...

...and then, again, in the bedroom, my knees inside of her's, her hands braced on the bedroom wall, trying to moan into a pillow as I pounded the hell out of her still-soaking cunt. Too bad I had my hands in her hair...I love listening to those noises.



The Long Ride Home



The day had started terribly for Kimberly. She had set her alarm clock for 5:30 a.m. because she had to be at work at 6:30 a.m. There had been a power failure because of the storm and her clock had never rang. By the time Kim had finally gotten dressed, it was 7:30 a.m. She went outside to her brand new convertible and was dismayed when it didn't start.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she said aloud.

She tried to start it one more time to no avail.

"Great! Just great! What the hell am I supposed to do now?" she asked herself.

Kim looked at her watch and slammed her fist against the dashboard out of sheer frustration. She grabbed her purse and headed for the bus stop. The rain was falling at a steady pace now and she did not have an umbrella. Naturally, her freshly curled hair now hung limply to her head. By the time Kim got to work, she was drenched; her makeup was streaked heavily across her face, her mascara was all clumpy around her eyes and it had looked like she had come in second against a pack of angry animals.

"Gee, what happened to you?" asked her co-worker Melanie.

"You don't wanna know." she said.

She explained what had happened with her car.

"Well, I'll make sure you get home honey."

Melanie told her cheerily. A little too cheerily though Kim.

"How?" she asked her.

"Well," she started, "my husband Beau is coming to pick me up. I'm going to bingo tonight, but I'm sure he won't mind taking you home after he drops me off. He likes to do favors for people sweetie." 

"That would be great. I really don't feel like taking three more buses to get home tonight."

Time trudged on ever so slowly for the two women as they waited for the five o'clock hour to come. It was finally five p.m. Melanie looked outside and saw Beau as he waited patiently from the front seat of his brand new pick-up truck. The women ran outside clutching their handbags against their faces to shield themselves from the pounding rain. 

"Beau, will you drop Kim off at home after you take me to bingo? There's something wrong with her car." Melanie told him.

"Well sure," he said as he licked his lips hungrily. "Maybe I can have a look and see what the problem is."

The trio rode off in silence. He pulled up in front of the lodge to drop off his wife.

"Remember dear, bingo is over at 11:00."

"Alright, have fun honey." he said as he kissed her softly.

Beau tried to make small talk with Kim, but she was uninterested. She was sitting as far away from him as she possibly could clutching the door handle. He tried to read her expression, but he couldn't. He pulled behind a building and dimmed the headlights.

"What are we doing here?" Kim asked quizzically.

"Gotta take a leak. Plus, I think I ran over something and I wanna check it out. I'll only be a second." he told her.

He came back a minute later with a strange expression on his face. She could see he was carrying something, but she couldnt tell what until it was too late. He came around and opened her door. Before she could react, he smacked her across her face. Not too hard, but hard enough to stun her. He had a roll of duct tape and a rope. He tied her hands behind her back and pulled her from the truck. 

He duct taped her mouth and threw her over his shoulder as he carried her inside the seemingly abandoned building. The outside of the building was raggedy. The paint was chipped, there was graffiti tagged on the outside, the windows appeared broken, and there was garbage strewn about.

"I know how to deal with snotty ass bitches like you. Think your too good for me miss white bread corporate America? I know what you need and I'm gonna give it to you."

He carried her up two flights of stairs while she kicked and flailed her arms to no avail. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. He fumbled with the locks for a second but finally got in. To her surprise, it was fully furnished. He dropped her down on the couch and started to remove her shoes. She kicked him in his face as hard as she could. He lost his balance and stumbled backward. This infuriated him. He smacked her as hard as he could.

"See bitch! I was gonna be gentle, but now I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

He smacked her again and she let out a soft moan. He ripped off all her clothes, then he removed the tape. He got down between her soft, creamy thighs and inhaled her scent. He licked her clit delicately. She tried to resist but the feeling swept over her like a tidal wave. Soon her eyes were rolling to the back of her head and she was moaning uncontrollably.

He saw she was getting turned on, so he smacked her again. She let out another soft whimper. He threw his pants to the floor and his large, throbbing manhood was exposed. It was larger than she thought it would be. He leaned over her face and grabbed her by the back of her head.

"Suck it bitch." he said as he crammed his thick, meat-sickle inside her mouth.

He thrust his hips back and forth practically choking her. He grabbed her hair tighter and stuffed it as far as he could down her throat. His balls were smashed up against her chin as he continued his grunting and thrusting. She sucked it and licked his balls in a feeble effort to try to make him come faster. When he saw what she was trying to do, he pulled it from her lips.

He spread her legs open and slid himself deep inside her. He grunted as he entered her. He pounded her like his life depended on it.

"Oh shit! Fuck! I'm gonna come!" he grunted as he picked up the pace.

"Please pull it out. Don't come inside me!" she screamed in protest.

He ignored her protests and pumped faster.

"Shit, I'm coming."

She heard nothing else but his heavy breathing as he filled her with his hot, sticky fluid. She could feel his penis twitch and throb as he tried to squeeze every drop he could inside of her. His breathing was still labored when he handed her a cigarette. He looked at her and tossed her a towel.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked her.

"I was thinking about your wife."

"What about her?" he asked gruffly.

"Do you think she'll find out that I've been your girlfriend for the past two years?" Kim asked.

"I doubt it. She's always 'playing bingo.'" Beau added facetiously. "We better hurry up. It's 10:45 baby. I need to drop you off or she will get suspicious."

He kissed her lovingly on her forehead before he took her home.



The Long Ride Home



Mmmm, such an unseasonably warm night, I'm so glad you wore that dress. We were really lucky to get those great seats up front for the concert. The crowd is alive, swaying to and fro, we're all losing ourselves in the music. What is it about watching musicians play that's so intoxicating, seeing their expressions as the rhythm flows from their fingers?

Bumping against you, my arms circling you, my desire is so very evident. Kissing your neck as we move to the beat, I feel the humming in your throat. If it weren't for the crowd, I'd take you right here. I love to whisper your name in your ear, telling you just how good you look in that short, sexy dress. My hands are everywhere, searing your skin as I touch, the heat that you know will warm you as the night grows cooler. I love it when you grind your ass against me, grinning back at me letting me know that you know my weakness. 

Of course the show is over too quickly, and hand-in-hand we jostle our way to the car. It's such a warm night, we pop the top off the car and relax, sitting down for the first time of the night.

Damn this traffic is miserable, bumper to bumper and a sea of red brake lights as far as the eye can see.

One of your hands is in mine; we're not speaking much, just coming down from the high of the show, and thinking of the pleasure still to come.

Your other hand is doodling on your leg, small circles travelling higher and higher up that velvety thigh; the cool metal of your rings sparkling with reflections of the moon, acting like some kind of beacon for the sensuous trip your fingers are taking.

The hem of your dress has ridden up very high on your thighs as you slide down lower in the seat and your hand continues on it's journey. Oh how I wish it were my hand on your thigh, or better yet my tongue, soaking up the smoothness. But there is something to be said for watching you, your hands knowing that path so well. And as good as the hands of a gentle and caring lover might feel, let's face it, one's own hand always knows just the right touch.

I'm struggling now, a constant battle between watching the road and watching the sexy scene unfolding right next to me. Thank god for the traffic! Such a serene look on your face, your eyes gazing at mine. You're laughing at my uncertainty of where to look....I want to see your face, I want to see your hand, I need to see the road. My eyes are drawn back to your lap, your fingers have finally reached your silk panties, oh fuck they look so good, and as soft as they are, they're not nearly as soft as the hot wetness that lies beneath.

A finger disappears under the silk, and a moan can be heard escaping from your lips which are forming a smile of relief.

Just then a big pickup passes slowly on your side, the guy inside can't believe what he's seeing, trying to look casually so his own girl doesn't notice. As he drives on we can see his face in the mirror, furtively glancing back....now he slows down, wanting another peek, but only getting honks from the cars behind.

You look back at me, smiling, enjoying the attention, but the look on your face lets me know this show is all for me, and for you.

Your fingers are now stretching the silk of your panties, burrowing under as they drown in your slickness. Your hips have started moving, and your ass slides on the leather of the seat.

Traffic on your side has slowed, and just as we come up on the truck again, you take out your hand and place your glistening fingers into your mouth...we laugh as our new friend's mouth gapes open.

But you quickly turn back, and your fingers resume their place on your flesh. I love watching your face as you touch yourself, so obviously in delight. Your other hand still holds mine, our fingers dancing together.

I see your nipples pressing against the thin material of your dress, your brow becomes creased and I feel your pulse pounding through the fingers of your hand. The music has primed you, you're already so close, and your fingers have definitely worked magic. Your head flings back as your hand squeezes mine and a loud growl pours from your lips.

Slumping down lower in your seat you take my hand and place it over yours, letting me feel the heat and the slippery wetness that'll soon be mine. And now the night is almost complete, the worries about traffic melting away, promises of that sweet gift filling my mind.



The Long Ride Home



Antonia could feel Chad's hand moving up her leg. He rested it right next to her pussy and she could feel the pulse from his fingertips on her naked thigh. She could feel her pussy becoming moist and could feel the worth through her panties. All Antonia wanted to do was drag him into the toilets and fuck him hard, but she was playing it cool. This was the first time Antonia had met Chad's friends. They all seemed to be somewhat drooling over her and she felt like she was Chad's trophy. It kind of turned her on. Knowing that they all wanted her, but she would ultimately be going home with Chad. She liked being wanted and desired. She knew they were all imagining shagging her and they were as jealous as hell that Chad was getting to stick his cock in her every day and night. 

Antonia finally whispered in Chad's ear that it was time to go. Time to drive the 40 minutes home to their house and fuck like crazy. She imagined back to the previous night when he shagged her against the wall until the people in the next flat yelled out to "shut the fuck up." She was quite pissy as they made their way to the car. Mmmmm yum she gave him a passionate kiss as they buckled themselves into the car. Antonia put her head back on the head rest and imagined what it would be like to have Chad's cock in her hand again. She loved the feel of his soft skin on his cock between her hands. 

Chad started to drive. After they got onto the highway Antonia took off her belt and started to pull her pants down to her ankles. She could see Chad was looking at her with his eyes almost bugged out from his head. She began to place her fingers in her wet pussy and thrust them in and out until she laid back in pleasure. She grabbed Chad's hand from the steering wheel and led his hand to her pussy. It was awkward at first, but soon he got used to driving and fingering her pussy at the same time. She almost came to climax over and over again, but pushed Chad's hand away as she knew in her mind she wanted to cum all over his cock. Antonia reached over to Chad's jeans and unzipped them at the crotch. She got his cock out and started to stroke it slowly. As she became more horny she began to go faster and faster with her wrist actions. 

Chad was closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasure and than opening them quickly to make sue the car was still on the road. Her pussy was so wet at this point that she could feel it drip slightly from her opening. Chad moaned and tried to concentrate on driving. Antonia started to swallow his cock into her mouth. She slid it in and out, in and out and could feel the vehicle sway side to side as Chad started to lose concentration. Antonia jumped onto Chad's cock and started to ride him whilst he fought to see the road and stay in control of the car. Antonia rode him until she came all over his cock. He yelled "I can feel it dripping down my balls baby." She looked down at the Speedo and they were doing 120kms and hour. People were looking in from their cars as they drove past. Although slightly embarrassed Antonia got over it when she realised that she had just had the most amazing adrenalin pumped fuck she would ever get in her life.

Finally they pulled over to the side of the road and Chad fucked Antonia hard up against the car door until he came all in her. She could feel his body shuddering and his moaning sent her absolutely crazy. She clawed at his back whilst her body retched back and forth with her second cum for the morning. Antonia put back on her panties and they began to drive home. Chad's mobile phone started to ring and one of his mates from the pub, Rob, started to chant and whistle and scream "What a show!" It seems Chad had accidentally dialed his friends number as his phone was in his pants pocket and they had front row seats to the whole show. 

Afterwards it made the whole concept a little more exciting that someone was listening, don't you think?? 



The Long Ride Home



Jessica yawned, 'what a boring fucking trip' she thought to herself, and who would have thought that an 8 hour car ride with her boyfriend after a camping trip on which they had sex once would be boring? 

At around 2 hours into the trip they stopped for lunch and to stretch their legs. Jess got out of the car and stretched her 5'9" frame out, her slender arms reached for the sky and her green eyes closed as she yawned; she pulled the elastics from her dark red hair and let it fall to her shoulders.

"I'm hungry Dave." She whined as she leaned in for a kiss, they kissed then went into the little diner and ate. Jess felt refreshed after lunch and was ready to get going so they hopped back in their old car and took off down some back roads. About a half hour later they were on yet another gravel road when smoke started pouring from the engine of the car.

"Shit!" Dave yelled, he pulled over and got out of the car to try to figure out what the hell was wrong. Jess stayed in the car and read her magazine, she was having some naughty thoughts, but they would just have to wait until Dave got back in the car. 10 minutes later, the fiddling with the engine was done and Dave got back in the drivers seat

"Fucking piece of shit car!" He mumbled, obviously very angry. Jess just smiled at him. "What are you smiling about? We're stuck here until someone stops to help us you know." He told her, Jess just kept smiling at him and didn't say a word as she leaned over and started to unzip his pants, Dave didn't say anything either until Jess had his cock in her hand and was slowly jerking him up and down "That feels so good Jess." He sighed. Jess lowered her head and slowly took each inch of him into her mouth "Oh fuck!" He moaned and closed his eyes.

Jessica was bobbing her head up and down in his lap, sucking and licking his now rock hard cock, wanting him to explode in her mouth. Dave was losing his mind, Jess had never let him cum in her mouth before, as far as he knew she had never even tasted cum, he was really close to cumming, maybe she didn't realize.

"Honey, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as Jessica started to jerk off the base of his cock while sucking him harder. "Jess, Oh FUCK!" He groaned as he bucked hard and shot stream after stream of his cum into her mouth, she swallowed quickly, but her mouth filled up and a little bit of cum dribbled down her chin as she sat up.

"Wow..." was all Dave could manage as he watched Jess clean the cum from her face then eat it. Jess still wasn't saying anything as she then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. Her pussy was dripping wet and her smell filled the car as her fingers touched her clit. She moaned softly and looked into Dave's eyes while she rubbed her pussy quickly. Dave watched her squirm in the passenger seat, his cock slowly becoming hard again. 

Jess stopped rubbing her clit, and slid a finger down her cooch and slipped it inside, she moaned louder this time and squirmed in the seat more. While she fingered herself Dave became restless, re reached across and pulled her tank top down to expose her tits, and started to rub and pinch. Jessica was in heaven, she added a finger to her pussy and she started to moan with each movement of her fingers. Dave leaned over now and expertly licked all over her tits, teasing them. Jessica moaned and Dave knew she was close to cumming, she he licked her nipple then bit down softly on one while pinching the other.

Jess cried out as she finally released the orgasm that had been building up for the past 25 minutes of fingering and that she had been wanting for a week.

By now Dave was as hard as ever and Jessica wasn't about to let his second hard on go to waste, she pushed him back against his seat

"Put your seat back" she told him softly. Dave reclined the seat and Jess slid over on top of him, their faces were inches from each other, Jessica took his wrists and pinned them down to the seat as she lowered her tight pussy onto his cock, forcing it to push deep inside her, they both let out a moan but Jessica took one hand and held it over his mouth as she started to ride him slowly, she moaned softly and giggled as he tried to thrust up into her, but each time he tried she would sit on him completely so that he couldn't. 

Jessica's plan was working perfectly, she could see it in his eyes as she looked into them, he was dying to pound her tight little pussy. Jess pulled her ass up so that only the tip of his cock was in her and she twisted her hips as yet another tease, but Dave had waited long enough, he quickly pushed her off into the passenger seat and just as quick was on top of her, his cock poised to take her. Jessica looked up at him, her eyes were pleading for a hard fucking, he rammed his cock into her sopping wet box and quickly pounded her again and again.

"Fuck yes!!!" She screamed "Fuck Me!" Dave could feel cum building up and started to fuck her harder and harder, Jessica was screaming with pleasure and just as her pussy clamped down on his dick he exploded inside her, filling her pussy with his hot load. Jessica came again at the feeling of his cum splashing against her insides, and then Dave passed out on top of her. She rolled him over into the driver's seat and laid down on his chest and fell asleep.

The End?



The Long Ride Home



This is entirely fiction, and purely for entertainment value..if incest is not your cup of tea, hit the back button NOW! :)

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I was 18 when I left home. My mother had remarried when I was 15. John and I didn't get along too well- I was still hoping my folks would get back together, which I think every kid does, when their folks split up. They had a little girl together, and from letters from my mother, two more girls soon followed.

I am now 36, and coming home for the summer for the first time since having left home. I was also bringing my six year old son with me, to meet the family. My wife passed away shortly after his birth, from complications caused by her diabetes and the pregnancy. It had taken its toll on her little body.

Jacob was excited to finally meet his grandmother, and aunts. I guess they were all pretty excited too, even John. He and I had talked a few times since my wife's death, where I had apologized for being an ass all those years ago. Putting my behavior back then behind us, John had proven himself the better man at that point. 

As our plane landed and we disembarked, Jacob was scanning the crowd for faces he'd not yet seen. Mom still never learned to drive, and John was at the office. Jennifer had been elected to fetch us from the airport. The only memory I had of her, was of a 3 year old baby. The little bombshell that greeted us with big smiles was far from a baby!

She was tall, just shy of 6 ft, like her father. Her long black hair had chestnut highlights, and fell just above a nicely shaped ass. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she bent down to introduce herself to Jacob. This gave me a birds-eye view down the top of her tank top. Nice, ripe breasts, fully developed and creamy white cleavage greeted my eyes. 

My eyes traveled up to her face, and I realized I'd been busted looking at her tits. She gave me a wink, and stood tall again. "Hi, Jack. How have you been?"

I recovered from my embarrassment long enough to respond, and asked her how she had been as well. We chatted amiably on the way to the house. It was not the same house I'd grown up in. Their family was too large for the two bedroom house Mom and I had shared comfortably.

She filled me in on her life, and how she was to start college after the holidays.

"Really- where have you chosen to go?" I asked, impressed that she seemed so dedicated to furthering her education. Myself, I had learned the construction business from the ground up, and had opened my own company shortly before Jacob was born.

"Well, I have my heart set on two places. I'm still waiting for acceptance letters. I either want to go to Columbia, or University of Michigan."

This news threw me, for Jacob and I had made our home in Ann Arbor, Michigan. "You know that's where we're from, don't you?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I've heard its awesome there, and one of the best colleges for architecture. That is what I want to do with my life. I just love looking at all the old buildings, the design, the details. It's all so fascinating!"

As a contractor, I built buildings from the designs created by architects, and understood the passion for detail. "I agree. I guess we get it from Mom, huh?" 

Up until this point, I had forgotten she was my sister. Well, half-sister to be precise. "We must!" She agreed, and led us to where the truck was parked. 

She offered to let me drive, and being a man, I accepted. She had gotten a booster seat for Jacob, and it was strapped into the passenger seat. Jennifer got in ahead of me, and sat between us. It was a tight fit, forcing her to sit sort of scrunched up. This made her generous breasts push against one another, up and out of her low cut top. I could hardly keep my eyes off her chest! They had to be D cups at least, and my cock itched to get between them. In fact, it was 'up' for the job right now!

The ride was not a short one, and soon, Jacob fell asleep with the gentle motion of the truck on the road. He'd always been one to fall asleep easily in a car. I noticed my sister wiggling about uncomfortably, and raised my right arm, draping it on the back of the bench seat.

"That better?" I asked, hoping it made a little more room for her.

"Much better, thanks!" The position also enabled her to snuggle into my side. She looked up at me, and confessed she was feeling a bit sleepy as well, did I mind if she rested her head on my chest?

"Not at all- what are brothers for?" I chuckled. She laid her head on my chest, and I could smell her shampoo. It was slightly fruity, and must have been great quality, for her hair was shiny and healthy, and slightly intoxicating. 

After about ten minutes of the truck jostling her against me, feeling her soft breasts rubbing against my ribs, my poor cock was straining at the bit to get at her. It was beginning to become painful, so I reached down to my crotch and adjusted my hard on to a more comfortable position. 

My movement disturbed her slightly, and she reached her right arm forward against my chest to steady herself in her sleep. The hand did not remain on my chest for long, as it slipped lower and lower, until eventually, it was resting smack dab on top of my throbbing boner! 

I felt him twitch under her warm palm, but her hand did not move. My cock did though. My adjustment had him pointing straight up to the top of my loose trousers, and as he grew even harder, the head was protruding from the waistband of my pants. I groaned softly, and my hips moved of their own accord, pressing against her hand.

Instinct must have kicked in, for I felt her hand exert light pressure on my hardness. I panicked, thinking, this is your sister buddy! What the hell are you doing? I called myself all kinds of sick bastard, but did nothing to stop her from fondling my cock. It felt too damned good.

I glanced over at my sleeping son, to assure that he was still indeed sleeping, and dropped my hand from the back of the bench seat, down to my sisters back. I caressed her back and side, as she rubbed my cloth covered cock, my hand grazing the side of her tender breast lightly. 

At my touch, hers became bolder, and I knew she was no longer sleeping. Her fingers tightened around my hard shaft, stroking it firmly, and purposefully. Still she feigned sleep. My hand got bolder as well, and slipped inside the arm hole of her flimsy tank top to caress the silky flesh. 

When her fingers unsnapped and unzipped my trousers, there were no more pretenses of sleeping. She wanted cock, and I had plenty of it to give to her, sister or not. I lifted my hips for her to slide my pants down past my ass, and gave her full access to what she wanted. She shifted in her seat, facing me head on, and lowered the spaghetti straps of her top, to her pulled her mammoth breasts out over the top of the shirt.

Immediately, I was tweaking a nipple as her fist flew up and down on my cock. I kept one eye on the road, the other on her breasts, occasionally glancing down to watch her hand work its magic on my cock. The head was purple and engorged, and I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer. 

"Should we pull over for a moment?" I asked her. She nodded, and I found a dirt road with a clump of large bushes that would hide us from view of anyone passing by. 

We got out of the truck, but left it running, so Jacob wouldn't get hot in this heat, and went around to the back of the truck. She opened the tailgate, and sat on it. I moved towards her, my cock jutting out of the top of my trousers, her breasts still in plain view.

I took them in both of my hands, and massaged them firmly, tweaking her large nipples at the end of each caress. I loved her tits, leaning in to taste them.

"God Jack, that feels so fucking good." Her hands were in my hair, holding my head tight to her breasts. 

When I could take no more, I stood again, and noticed a horse blanket in the truck. I grabbed it and threw it on the ground in front of me, and knelt down on it. Slowly, I stood her up, and eased her shorts and panties off, then had her sit with her ass at the end of the tailgate, feet spread wide apart on the edge as well. I spread her bald pussy lips with my fingers, and took my first taste of her sweet pussy.

"Oh, fuck yes! Do it! Lick my pussy, Jack!" she cried out, moaning in pleasure as my tongue found her hardened clit. I sucked it in deep, and hard. I could feel it throbbing on my tongue, as I eased a large finger inside her pussy. She was wet as hell, and oh, so tight!

I went to town on her pussy, fingering her hole, and sucking her clit- interspersed with long strokes of my tongue. She wiggled her fanny to get closer to my face, and began humping my mouth. 

Her orgasm overtook her quickly, which was a good thing, as my cock was dripping pre-cum profusely. He needed attention fast! I licked her softly, until she regained her breath from her orgasm, then stood, cock pointing straight out, proudly. She looked at me with lust in her eyes.

"Put it in me, NOW!" She raised her legs, spread eagle for me, and I placed the head of my cock to her open gash. I rubbed the head along her slit, to lube it up, and sunk my fat cock deep inside of her. 

As most men do, I had measured him a time or two, and knew that I was not the longest man on earth at just over seven inches, but I had girth to make up for it. Her little pussy stretched wide around my thickness, and she began to moan in ecstasy as I moved in and out of her hole, her fingers grasping, and crushing her tits hard. She yanked on her nipples, twisting them viciously, as I pounded her pussy, faster and faster.

"I'm gonna cum again, Jack- Oh God, harder!" she lifted her hips up to meet my thrusts, which caused her puss to clamp down hard on my cock with each successive thrust. I felt my balls churning, boiling and ready to erupt. 

"Oh shit, me too!" I grunted, and kept thrusting. I placed my thumb on her clit, as I was about to explode, and that set her off. 

Two, then three more thrusts, and we came to an earth shattering climax together. Her pussy exploded, spraying juices everywhere. I was thankful I'd raised my shirt, or she would have soaked it completely. As it was, we used it to wipe us down after, and I grabbed a fresh one from my bag as we both got dressed again.

Jacob slumbered on, as we got back on the road, blissfully unaware that we had ever stopped. Jennifer and I talked a little about what had happened, and to be honest, I was feeling like some sort of child molester, as she was only 18.

"Jenn, I.. I don't know what came over me. This shouldn't have happened. You're so young and my sis—" 

She cut me off mid-sentence, with an exasperated " Oh please, it was obvious you weren't my first, big brother! I knew what I was doing." She gave me a sexy smile, and kissed me for the first time. Our tongues meshed with one another, and regretfully, I had to pull away to keep the truck on the road.

"I hope we can do this again while you're here visiting? There is a connecting private bath between our rooms, so no hallway creeping in the middle of the night." She said with a giggle.

"I think that we can work something out, Jennifer, if you're sure this is what you want?" We were getting closer to the farm, and I pulled the truck over once more. "Kiss me!" I demanded.

She did, our mouths connecting, and moving against one another as if we'd been lovers for years. Her hand began to travel downwards, and instantly, I was hard again. I pushed her hand away, reluctantly. 

"Not now sweetheart, we're too close to home." Her mouth set in a pout, ready to say something, but I interrupted her. "When we get home baby, I'll meet you in the bathroom."

She smiled, and said, "Let's get home then!"

To be continued...



The Long Ride Home



On your home from running errands you decide to stop and get a cold a beverage from a local convenient store. As you enter you notice a uninterested clerk behind the counter and almost no one else in the store. You head to back of the store to coolers. You look for a bottle of soda, and seeing the beer you remember you have company coming over this weekend and need a twelve pack of beer. You walk into the walk in cooler which they have called the "beer cave". You scan around notice its a little darker and much cooler. You start to think what kind of beer to get when you feel someone hand come from behind and cover your mouth and face with a cloth. As your start to scream and struggle you vision goes tunnel and your body goes limp.

You awaken bound and blindfolded. Not exactly sure what is going on. Your mind is still spinning from the last moments you can piece together. You hear a couple of voices, you can't make out what they are saying but you can tell they have a heavy middle eastern accent. After trying to struggle against your bonds you realize you can't free yourself and the restrains start to cut into your flesh. Finally you hear the two men coming towards you, they say something to each other then you feel them grab a hold of you and carry you to another room. The first time they speak to you its hard to understand with their heavy accents, they say that if you behave that you will not be harmed, and that you will be released. All you have to do is let what about to happen, happen. They also remind you that they have you wallet and know where you live and know what kind of vehicle you drive, so if you don't want to see them again after this, do what is told of you.

You start to hear your clothes as they are ripped and cut off you. You are still bound and can't really move much. You realize that you are totally naked and that they whisper something to each other and you would feel a hand grab a tit, or a ass. You try and cover yourself the best you can, but the way your tied you just kinda squirm and accomplish nothing. You are pick up again this time place on your back on a narrow bench. Almost feel like a free weights bench. Your hands are freed for a second only to be refasten to a vertical pole on each side of your head. The bench is just big enough for you to lay your back on. Your legs dangle over the sides and can touch the floor. 

You start to hear a lot of rustling in the far background like people entering and leaving. Almost like a small dinner party. After a few more moments you hear one of the guys say out load. " ladies and gentleman, tonight we have a special treat for your entertainment. Taken out of one of the near by suburbs, a soccer mom. Just then you hear a load click and feel warmth from what feels like stage lights. You then hear a few people walking around you, then you feel numerous hands start to touch and caress you all over. You hear one person with a feminine voice ask wonder if she knows how to eat pussy. Just then you could feel something shift around you and smell the musky scent of a woman. Before you know exactly whats going on the woman completely lower herself over your face and rest her pussy on your chin and tells you to start licking. You not sure exactly what to do, when you feel a sudden jolt into your side and the pain rushes up and down your body. Then you hear the voice from early telling you do what is told of you and won't be harmed again. Remembering what they said about your address your stick you tongue out and taste the salty clit of your unknown admirer. As you continue to lick her pussy you feel someone hands on your thighs, they gentle push them apart and you feel hot breath across your mound right before you feel the unmistakable feel of a warm tongue. 

Your head is starting to spin from everything that has happened. You kinda just go into auto pilot and relentless lick the clit that is pressing on your chin and block out the sensation that is going on between your legs. Your not sure how long this goes on, you are finally brought back to reality when you start to feel a new sensation between your legs. You feel some pressure and before you have time to think or react you feel the sudden thrust of a penis inside your pussy. The penis went in with little resistance, even though you haven't been paying attention to what has been going on your body still reacted on instinct and you just now realize your pussy is quite wet. Meanwhile the woman above start her throws of ecstasy as you not realizing it has brought her to climax. She grinds her mound into your face. And you can feel her juices flow out of her and down your face and mingle into your hair.

Meanwhile your attention is starting to refocus on everything that is going on around and to you. You now just realize as all this was going on, you had hands grabbing your tits and and heavy breathing coming from around you just as the woman finished her climax you feel some hot thick liquid hit you in one of your tits. You realize some had just ejaculated over the site of you giving this woman pleasure. Your thoughts are brought back to the dick that has been feeling your mound. His pace has started to quicken and you know whats about to happen. You feel his thrust get quicker and stronger. Then all of sudden he pulls out and sprays his seed all across your stomach. In the background you hear a soft round of applause. Then you feel the warmth of a tongue lick up all the spunk from you stomach and tits.

You are left alone for a few minutes and start to drift off again when suddenly you are manhandled again. Your restraints are removed and you are picked up by many hands. You realize you must of been laying on that bench for a awhile cause your legs don't really want to work. You feel the hands lower you on a soft round cushion like the kind that from a Papasan chair. You reach up and take off your blind fold and are blinded by a bunch of bright lights. Its to bright to keep your eyes open. You try to look and see a bunch of figures surrounding you. You then feel hands all over your body again. You hear masculine voices whispering to each other then one move in and splits you with his manhood. Even though you have already been fucked once and your pussy is still wet from the experience the gentleman is much larger and actually hurts a bit. As you try and push him back off you you feel a hand grab your hands and places it over he semi hard member. You start to pull your hand back when you feel your hair being pulled and then you remember about your address and family. So you reluctantly start to stroke the semi rigid cock. Mean while the dick that is inside feels like its sawing you in half. You turn your gaze to the cock that has become fully erect and very large in your hand. When you feel something graze you cheek. When you turn to see what it is you get surprised to see another dick pointed right in your face. You feel a hand grab one of your tits and firmly twist on of your nipples as your let out a little whelp, the dick pushes his way into your mouth, surprise you gag a little and feel a your hair being pulled and your told to watch the teeth bitch.



You have a hard time trying to concentrate on whats going on, so much is happening. You have a dick in your pussy and one in your mouth and another in your hand. The guy that is fucking you pussy start to breath heavy and when you think he is about to explode he tells you your not getting off that easy. He suddenly pulls out of you and tells you he wants to see your ass first. As he climbs off you they grab you and pick you up. Just then the guy you been giving a hand job to lays down on his back and you are positioned on top of him. You sink down on his dick and its not as large as the last one. This feels more comfortable with out being told you start to ride him instinctively. Just as you settle into a nice rhythm a dick is presented in from of your face and you just except it into your mouth. It tastes familiar, and notice its hard to get in your mouth. You realize its the dick that was sawing you in half. You keep your rhythm on top of that dick you are starting to breath heavy as you concentrate on the dick in your mouth. Trying not to gag on it as it is thrust into your mouth and occasionally hits the back of your throat. You start to feel a building of pleasure deep in side your pussy and without thinking about it you start to cum you body starts to shake as the climax rocks through your body. You start to moan as it races across your body. Then you hear a voice say "now she's really ours now". 

They take turns on fucking your pussy and your face, every time one is about to cum he pulls out and another one takes his place. You hear one say get the other one over here. Then you make out a female form being dragged over to you. The men stop fucking you and the woman pulls you up onto your knees. And gives you a very sensual kiss. Her hands run all over your body as she kisses you, and you find you are also reciprocating the affection. She move behind you and reaches around and fondles your breasts. She gently pushes you forward and you find yourself on your hands and knees. She kisses her way down your back and you can't help but to push your ass back and up trying to give her better access to your pussy and clit. She makes down to your ass and starts to flick her tongue over your rosebud of an asshole. While she reaches around and plays with your clit. She starts to tongue fuck your asshole as she expertly works your clit. She stick her tongue as far it will go inside your asshole. Your are starting to really enjoy whats going on you haven't felt this way in such a long time. You feel yourself to start to cum again when she pulls her head back off your ass and you feel the unmistakable feel of a head of a cock at your your rosebud. Even though she has moved her head out of your ass she still is working your clit. And your to far gone to be able to stop from cumming. As the head start to penetrate you the wave of pleasure comes over you and you don't care anymore your body is racked with pleasure as he gets his dick farther into you ass. He is gentle and you can tell he has done this before as the orgasm start to subside is when you really realize how deep he has really gone into your ass. He senses your orgasm has passed and he stays motionless waiting for your to become fully accustom to him inside you. You feel the familiar touch of your female companion start to play with your pussy again and instinctively you start to rock back and forth from her touch.

When you start to have a nice rhythm going you notice that the guy in your ass has started his slow and gentle strokes. But with every passing moment you are getting more and more worked up. And he he is no longer fucking you slow he has a steady pace and you feel a explosive orgasm starting to build from his man hood being inside your ass. Just as when you think he is going to cum he pulls out of you and is replaced by a slightly larger cock. Your female friend is now laying front of you. With her legs wide open, she looks at you and just says one word. "please". You lower your head to her pussy and you can tell she has been fucked many times today also, she has a musty smell of pussy and sex and you can even taste semen on her cunt. She wraps her legs around your head as you bring her to climax. Meanwhile they have switch again in your ass and you can't believe how much you are enjoying getting your assfucked. As you friends climaxes all over your face you hear a mans voice say its time for the finale. You are reposition with the guy with the giant cock that was sawing you in half earlier. He laying on his back and you a put on top of him, now you can really feel how big he is with all your weight pushing you down on him he reaches up and pulls your hair and brings your face down towards his mouth. H pulls your ear next to his mouth and he whispers "your gonna love this cumslut". And you feel another cock penetrate you from behind in your ass. The sensation is almost to much for you to handle. You have never felt so full in your life. You feel like at this instance you body was made for sex. You throw your head back in pleasure and start to moan rather loudly when you feel another cock push its way into your mouth. Now your are completely stuff, your feel like your body is air tight from cock. The cock in you ass can't take anymore and you feel him explode his load deep inside your bowls. He slumps forward and just sits there trying to collect himself. You can feel his dick start to shrink and slide out of your ass. Then the guy in your mouth says he needs some of that. And pushes his self into your ass. Its not hard for him to get inside of you. The previous mans spunks is leaking out of your ass as he pushes himself in. He thrust inside you and you feel another orgasm start to ripple across our body again. 

As the pleasure races across your body you don't know how much more you can take of this your legs are starting to cramp up. When you feel the dick in you ass throb and he lunges forward and you can feel him explode inside you. You can't believe you have two loads of cum inside your ass. The guy in your pussy pushes you off him. He tells you to lay on your stomach. He position himself in front of your and starts to fuck your face. Meanwhile your feel a set of hands pull your ass cheeks apart and your feel the familiar tongue of the woman licking the cum out of your ass. The site of the woman eating your anal creampie drives him nuts and he cums all over your face and mouth. After he is done cumming he wipes his dick off in your hair and gets up and leave. Your put your head down and enjoy the feeling of the tongue fucking you are getting. After the last orgasm you lift your head up to realize your on a stage and there is a audience, the show turned them on so much that most of them are in their own acts of depravity. You also notice a T.V. monitor and realize everything has been recorded. You can't keep your head up anymore and pass out. 

When you awake you are in your vehicle parked in front of your house. You look in the mirror and you look a total mess. And you try to think of a reason why your late and try to figure how your going to explain everything that happened to you. Deep down your realized that it was one of the most frightening and exciting things that has every happen to you. You notice of the driver door there is a note. It reads "As promised you were return with no harm to you. We will not bother you or your family. But if you enjoyed what happened and want to do it again then you know what convenient store to go to and what beer cooler to walk into too". After reading the letter your feel a little better that your family will be safe, but in the back of your mind you are wondering if you should ever go back to that convenient store and experience it all over again.



The Long Ridge



I hate working shifts, especially when I don't get anti-social hours allowances. I'd worked the weekend and Monday, and now had the middle of the week off, when everyone else was busy. There was no way I was going to sit in the flat on my own with a book, not with the weather forecast the way it was. 

There was, I reflected, an advantage with being single, however. It meant I could take off wherever and whenever I pleased, work permitting. There was no over-attentive, over-sexed, and emotionally immature boyfriend making demands on my time. I'd also had enough of the bustle of Dundee. My body didn't need a rest, but my head needed some peace and quiet. So, on Monday evening I raked out my maps of the Grampian Mountains to plan a route, complete with a couple of possible places to wild camp and emergency escape routes in case the weather did something unpredictable, as it often does. I checked that with the summer bus timetable, which sends one bus an hour along the alleged Class-A road that my start point lay upon. Then I packed my rucksack and went to bed, setting the alarm to give me time to catch the first bus out of town in the morning. 

I'd got three days, one of which I'd need for laundry, shopping and other essentials, and shortly after midday of the first of those days I was in the hills, climbing the slightly rugged slopes of Meall Garbh. It was hot and sticky, and a full pack for wild camping and walking is heavy, even for summer purposes. I'd stripped down to shorts, T-shirt, boots and socks, and slathered on high-factor sun-screen. It was definitely too hot for underwear, but there was almost no-one to see me, if that, and people hiking in the hills tend to have other things on their minds than jumping strange women. Still, I was coated in sweat in minutes. I'd learned early on to drink a lot on days like this. Dehydration has several ways to kill in the hills, all of them unpleasant.

I was on the summit ridge before I encountered another human being. She was bent over, peering at a boulder. As far as I could see from her crouched position she was about average height. She'd got a red and white Arab-style headscarf wrapped round her head to keep the sun off. She was also wearing a long-sleeved pale blue modern wicking baselayer, light walking trousers, boots, and a large rucksack with what looked to be a lightweight tent strapped to the side. The hose from a portable water supply poked from the top of the rucksack. A pony-tail the colour of ripe wheat, tucked to one side of the rucksack, fell most of the way down her back, with a few strands being picked out by the wind.

There's a sort of unwritten social code in the hills. Personal space is a wide area, and while it's fine to comment on the weather or ask if there's rough ground that you need to avoid ahead which the map doesn't show, you stay out of that space and don't disturb anyone unless they look like they're in trouble. After all, shit happens, and there have been two deaths on the Aonach Eagach Ridge above Glencoe this summer already, never mind the rest of the country. This woman was properly kitted out, and didn't look the type to get cragfast on The Cobbler.

On impulse, I broke that rule. 

'Excuse me? What have you found?'

She looked round, back and rucksack swivelling. I tentatively reviewed my conclusion about this person's gender. A flash of irritation at being disturbed crossed his or her face, followed by a friendly smile, then an eyebrow flash from behind small, copper-plated unisex spectacles. A quiet voice gave little away.

'Lichens on the rock. They're really pretty.' I couldn't place the accent, maybe Central Scotland but lacking the hard glottal stops of the big cities, but there were hints of Northern England too, although nothing strong. I could barely hear what was said over the wind. It was high pitched for a man, low for a woman. It was a nice voice, strongly accented, but balanced in a way I couldn't define. A head inclined towards the boulder, which I took as an invitation to come and look. Lichens? Lichens were boring, surely? I crossed the last few feet between us and knelt down to look. 

'They're really colourful.' She (or was it he?) pointed at the chaos of pastel shades, and I suddenly saw what (I took another quick glance – no breasts, or at least very small ones) he was getting at. What was grey from a distance was nothing of the sort close up. A bewildering range of colours covered the entire surface of the rock. 

'I've never even looked at something like this,' I said, turning to look at this strange person. I was coming down on the side of man by now. I looked at his throat. There was the bulge of an Adam's apple, not particularly prominent, but definitely there. That probably clinched it. He grinned, then shrugged.

'Most people don't think to look. Look at this.' He stood and pointed into a cleft in the rock at about head height. He had delicate hands, not a lot bigger than mine. I wondered what they'd feel like, then tried to forget it. The biggest lichen I'd ever seen was growing inside the cleft, protected from the wind and rain. It was yellow, upright and branched, unlike the ones that clung to more exposed areas, and a good five or six inches high inside a cave that wasn't much bigger.

I was speechless for a few seconds. 'Do you often look at things like this?' I asked.

'Whenever I get the chance,' he told me. 'I've been known to literally chase butterflies across hillsides.' He grinned at me. 'That's probably hundreds of years old. How many people do you think have seen it? Dozens, maybe?'

I thought that might be a fairly high estimate. 'I'm just so used to looking at the scale of the landscape up here, or where I'm going, I just don't think to look at such things.' I took a closer look. There was definitely something in this. This was one very unusual guy!

'I learned a long time ago that I miss a lot doing that. These days I pay attention to detail. I've got a thing for lichens. Two totally different types of organism that have learned to live together and can cope with conditions that would kill just about anything else as a result. They've found their niche and they're incredibly successful. You should have a look at them in the Cairngorms.' He smiled again. Was he flirting? I wasn't sure, but the heat and the smell of fresh male sweat were already acting like a dangerously potent drug. I'd be the one chasing butterflies if I wasn't careful. I made an effort to cool my mind down. I didn't particularly want a relationship, and I definitely didn't want a casual fling. I took my mind back to something safe – the rock in front of me.

'It is so rare to meet a man outdoors who cherishes a worthy thought in his mind, which is independent of the labor of his hands,' I heard myself quoting.

'There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot,' he explained.

I found myself just staring at him. I'd never met anyone who'd recognise the American Nature philosophers, never mind cap a quote! 

'Leopold?'

'Sand County Almanac. That was Thoreau, if I remember right?

I nodded, almost speechless.

'Want to see more?'

Was that him giving me a line? Some line. 'Yeah. Okay,' I heard myself saying. I admitted to myself he was turning me on

'You doing the ridge?' he asked. 

I nodded. 'Food for two nights, plus all the gear. Thought I'd walk out to the main road and get the bus home in time to get some sleep before I go back to work.'

'Sounds good. Provided I'm home by Friday night I can more or less do what I like.' 

I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend that much time with someone else, and I'm not sure if he was either. He set off over the ground towards the main track, being careful where he put his feet. I was looking at the ground with a new eye. 'How does lunch on the top sound?' he asked.

'Yeah, OK,' I told him. The track wasn't wide enough to walk side by side, so we had a conversation with him looking back over his shoulder when he talked to me.

'What's your name, by the way?' he asked.

'Rachael. Yours?'

He turned, stopped and offered his hand, mimicking the proper gentleman. 'I'm very pleased to meet you, Rachael.' Another smile. 'They call me Neil.' 

"They call me Neil," I thought. As if his name was only a social point of reference.

He turned again and set off up the ridge. 'I don't know many people familiar with Thoreau,' he told me.

'I've read some of his stuff. I like to think I've got some glimpse of what he was talking about, but it looks to me like you almost live it.'

He gave a self-deprecating laugh. 'I try. When I'm not working, I'm in the garden, in the hills or with my nose in a book. Thoreau is one of my favourites. These days I freelance, which helps. I can work out my own schedule.' He looked forward to check his footing. 'Proofreading, copy-editing, a bit of writing. About as secure as a belay on rotten sandstone.'

I liked the analogy. 'At least you're using your mind.'

'True.'

'Do you do a lot of climbing?'

'When I get the chance. I don't work what you'd call regular hours, and I'm not good enough to do something that risky solo. Hill walking is a different matter. Running too, but I did my knee in coming off the Cruachan Ridge in a hurry and I'm having to be careful with it. Tore the medial ligament according to my doctor, so I've got it strapped up, but nothing's going to stop me walking.'

I could see he did a lot of that. The pack he was carrying was obviously heavy, but it wasn't appreciably slowing him down. He carried it easily, with a gait that suggested he was entirely comfortable on rough ground. I imagined he'd look totally out of place in a city. I liked the way he moved, confident on supple legs, utterly alert to his surroundings. I've heard of people moving like a cat. Neil was more like a fox.

I tried to control a thought that we had a lot in common.

We sat side by side on the summit for a lunch of pieces, looking across to hills that were purple in the haze in the distance, and down into the corrie. A solitary raven called a throaty 'pruk-pruk-pruk' as it wheeled above the lochan at its head. I turned and studied my new companion. He was short, built for running on bad ground. I put him in his twenties, early thirties at the outside, freckled, with pale blue eyes. I suddenly realised I was looking deep into them and flushed. That earned me another smile.

'What?'

'Nothing.'

He returned to his piece. I privately admitted to myself that it wasn't nothing at all. This little guy was turning me on.

I led the next section of the ridge. Neil was a mine of information. The little sparrow-like birds that called 'pheet-pheet-pheet' on the slopes were meadow pipits. His real knowledge turned out to be botany, which he admitted having studied as part of a 'dead-end course the Bru sent me on.' Although the tutor hadn't covered much in the way of montane habitats he'd learned enough to teach himself the material that had been missed out. He stopped often, with an infectious enthusiasm pointing out delicate alpine flowers and hardy mosses and grasses.

Hours later we made camp on a dry spot above a burn. Neil removed a sports-grade joint support from his left knee, taking his boot off first and then replacing it. Dinner was reconstituted meals out of packets, cooked over lightweight gas stoves and eaten while we compared reading interests. Our first meal together was hardly gourmet. The pans, plates and cutlery were submerged in the burn to soak.

I stopped myself. I could see where this was leading. The big question was simple to ask, harder to answer. Did I want this? I decided just to see where it led. I'd caught him studying my legs, so I knew the feeling was, at least to a point, mutual. I could always strike off on my own if that was what I felt I needed.

Neil removed his head-scarf, revealing a high forehead, slightly lined either from stress or weather or both, topped with hair that was fine but not thinning. I tossed my hat in the general direction of my tent. We did the washing up, and then lounged quietly away from the low roar of the burn, comparing notes of memorable days in the hills and near misses with the weather. 

The burn was becoming increasingly appealing. By this time the only people on the hills would be camping wild, and there was little chance of there being anyone but us for miles in any direction. I was sweaty from the day's hike in hot weather, and would smell ripe in the morning if I didn't get a wash. Normally that wouldn't matter. Alone in the hills, if you stink, you stink and nobody else will care. The problem, of course, was this guy, who appeared to want both my body and my company as much as I wanted his.

Silence fell, or as close to silence as you get in the hills. I listened to the sound of the running water, the wind, birds calling off in the heather, a sheep somewhere off on the hillside. The mountains have moods, and unless you're in the middle of a storm the evenings move very slowly. There's a time around late afternoon when it changes from an active feeling to quiet. Logically it has to do with the temperature changing and the birds responding to that. Otherwise I keep an open mind. If you're not used to it, it can make you very nervous. I've seen the inexperienced run from the hills. Once it settles down it eases into evening and night. If it's warm, it's very peaceful. Scratch anyone who spends a lot of time in the hills, ask them about their sense of spirituality, and they'll equivocate.

We could have been the only humans, alone in the world. I cocked my head, looking at Neil, who had his eyes closed, apparently listening to the sounds of the mountains. I acknowledged something important to myself. He was attractive. We had a lot in common. If I didn't make damn sure we started something over the next few days the chances of me meeting him again in the next ten years were, to be blunt, remoter than Ladhar Bheinn in a blizzard. Solo hillwalkers are an independent, self-reliant lot at the best of times. He could be gone in the morning. I'm not the sort of woman to jump straight into bed with someone. I'd met my first serious boyfriend at university – a good relationship while it lasted, or at least until I found he'd been cheating on me. 

Since then, a couple of abortive dates had persuaded me that it probably wasn't worth the effort. This was a decision that might just change my life. If I got it wrong, I'd be hurt, but I realised I'd regret it if I didn't use everything I had at my disposal to at least find out if something serious might work. Nice guys are hard to find. Most of those already have boyfriends. We also had a surprising amount in common. His sensitivity was really turning me on. How many people did I know who read Thoreau and Leopold? 

I decided that the fluttering in my tummy was fear of rejection mixed with honest lust. I didn't know whether he'd just decide to head off on his own in the morning. I'd about concluded that I didn't want that. I was on the pill – it's useful to be able to control your cycles when you spend a lot of time in the hills, and I used to get really bad cramps once a month. He'd mentioned in passing that he was blood donor, which meant he was clean of most of the really nasty diseases. It came down to a balance of risk. It also came down to the fact that the calm and relaxing feel of the mountains in the evening. 

On the other hand, seducing him was not my style. Relationship first, sex later.

Logic was clearly going to get me nowhere. That left feelings and action.

'I think I'm going for a dip.'

He half opened both eyes, and looked at me through the slits of his eyelids. 'Want me to clear off for half an hour?'

'If you clear off for half an hour, it'll be too cold by the time you get a chance to get a wash.' I ignored the fact that there was probably another pool lower down where both of us could get some privacy and that the day had been warm enough to give him more than half an hour. 'You smell. By the morning, you'll stink.' I grinned at him. He grinned back. It wasn't an insult – he knew it was true. I stood, reached over, grabbed both hands, and hauled him to his feet. 

He gave token resistance, and rose. I decided to leave one of those hands where it was. It was delicate, and felt sensitive. I wondered, more wildly this time, what it would feel like to have those hands exploring my body. I felt him almost pull away, with that slight tension from his arm, then let that hand rest in mine. He looked into my eyes with a small, almost shy smile and gave what might have been an almost imperceptible nod. My heart skipped, then started to pound. This could get out of hand very quickly if one of us didn't stop it. I decided I didn't want to stop it, and if I had to seduce him to catch him I was damn well going to. I'd never seduced anyone before, but there's only one way to learn.

We walked, hand in hand, down to a large, moderately deep pool in the burn, with grass on the edge of an overhanging drop-off to the brown peaty water a foot below. I let go of him and sat to remove my boots and socks. A moment later, he did the same. I suspect if either of us had been alone we'd have been barefoot by the time we'd made camp, but sweaty feet are a social no-no at the best of times. I stood and shrugged out of my T-shirt, leaving my breasts bare. I made sure he was paying attention and, almost facing him, stripped off my shorts. I slid into the pool, turned round to face the bank and started to rinse off. Mountain water can be cold, but this had been in full sun all day and was pleasantly warm. I watched him remove his baselayer, stained with his sweat, and drop it on the ground, then start on his trousers. He had shoulder bones that half the women I know would kill for. My eyes roved over a flat tummy, with no sign of a beer belly. No six-pack either, which was good. Those look plain horrible. A bulge under his boxer shorts showed the effect I was having on him, giving me a decidedly feminine sense of power. He paused, then removed them. His spectacles were folded up and left on top of the pile of clothing. A cheap watch joined them.

Most definitely a guy. I felt my eyebrows rise in appreciation. Men look a bit silly with their clothes off, but I couldn't help feeling really turned on by a cute one like this. He followed me into the pool, then turned his back on me, splashing water over his body. I felt a little flash of irritation. That was how it was going to be, was it? Was this rejection, or a man playing hard to get? Fine.

I waded over to him and flipped his long hair out of the way. Then I began rubbing his back with water. His upper back and shoulders were strongly muscled, his arms only slightly less so. You can tell what sports someone does by what muscles they've got developed. He wasn't pumping iron, but he also wasn't spending all his time with a book in his hand. He stopped and let me work, apparently enjoying it.

'You were forgetting your back,' I told him. Neither of us was going to pretend that was any more than an excuse. I felt him relax. I think that was the point he finally made his own decision. He turned. I left my hands on his nude, wet body. Pale blue eyes, black pupils wide with arousal, looked deep into mine. His hands found my waist and then slipped around my back. The he drew me forward, gently, as if worried I might pull away and giving me the opportunity if I wanted to take it. 

As if. My hardening nipples brushed his chest. Warmth was growing in my belly. Then he brought his face, slowly, carefully, to mine. His tongue circled my lips once, twice, then slipped gently inside my mouth to explore. Our tongues touched. His ran gently over mine, then under the roof of my mouth, and I drew him closer, pressing our bodies together, sliding my hands down to cradle his small bottom. More muscle. This was not a person in imminent danger of a cardiac problem. I wanted to feel him against me. What I'd seen just now had obviously just been a partial because what pressed against my mound now was long, hard and out of proportion. I opened my mouth further to breathe and we broke for air. 




The Long Ridge



He moved his hands from my back to my side and with slight pressure signalled that he wanted me to turn. I did, trying to keep our bodies touching. I felt his cock pressing between the cheeks of my bum. I stood on tiptoe and bent forward to take it between my thighs. I felt thick hair brush my bum cheeks. Sooner rather than later I wanted him in me, but for the moment I wanted it against me. He stroked his hands gently over my bum, up my back to my shoulders and then round to the front to cup my breasts, which he stroked gently. My nipples were firm from the touch of fresh air, but the touch of his palms hardened them properly

Reaching most of him was difficult, so I reached down and stroked the head of his cock where it peeked out against my pussy. He moaned, but didn't stay in that position long. Instead he knelt for water and splashed it over my back. His cock, meanwhile, slid up the back of my thighs, the head slipping over my lips and coming to rest where it had started. I gasped, both from pleasure and the shock of water that was below body temperature. He rubbed my back, and then repeated the move to rinse, bringing his hands back to explore my breasts at the same time I returned to stroking his cock. He was obviously enjoying both. My breasts are a good handful, and he was making the most of them. I straightened, allowing him to nibble my neck with kisses. I pressed myself into him, then decided I wanted him facing me again. I broke and turned, rising again to take his cock between my legs. I wanted to feel it. He cooperated by taking my bum in both hands and lifting me slightly. I pressed my mouth to his and explored with my tongue, pushing him lips apart and thrusting deep into his mouth.

I decided we'd finished our dip and pulled him to the bank. I hauled myself out, turned, and pulled him up to join me. We clinched again, and lay down on the grass a few feet from our clothes. He lay half on top of me, pushing my thighs apart with a muscled leg. I half expected him to take me there and then, but it seemed he had other ideas. We kissed again, long and slow, his cock pressing on my hip. We stroked each other, he paying attention to my breasts, before rising slightly to bring his head down. He caressed both, one with each hand, taking turns to kiss each nipple, licking the hard, rough aureoles. His long hair brushed against the sensitised skin of my body. Then he started to move down towards my tummy, which by now was in plain wet heat. I quivered as his tongue flicked into my belly button.

He took an age working on me, while I lay and explored what I could reach, fine hair and small shoulders. His hands began to follow his kisses, running down my sides to my thighs, which he began to explore, kneeling between my legs and looking up to my face. I was wet and ready and just wanted him, but he gave me another grin, biting his lower lip gently. Then he bent and lay between my legs, his head near my pussy. He used his hands to raise my thighs, his hair brushing them gently, and then kissed near the top of each, nibbling kisses like the ones he'd used on my neck, exploring every inch. I felt warm breath on my skin, moving towards my cleft. Then, using only his tongue, he parted my lips, lapping the juices from them. I moaned, then gasped as he slid his tongue to the front and circled my clit. I reached down and pulled his face closer, flexing my legs to give him the best possible angle.

This left his hands free, so he brought them up and used them to stroke the lips of my cunt, one finger on each side as he lapped gently and rapidly on my clit. It wasn't going to take much from here to have an orgasm. Then he slid a finger inside me, stroking me, then pushing it all the way in, trying to feel everywhere. I was very slippery, and increasingly wanting something harder. The other hand stroked my pussy, gently pulling the fur to stimulate the skin. Then the movement changed. He turned the finger that was inside me the other way up, so the tip was stroking the front of my cunt, an inch or so inside. He began to put pressure on the slightly rough patch there, while speeding up the movement of his tongue. That did it. Pleasure shot through me. I quivered, then bucked and screamed. He just kept on going as my body went into spasm, leaving me gasping for breath. I pushed him away, unable to take any more.

He brought his head back up to mine, an almost triumphant look on his face, as if he'd never done that to a woman before, which he must have done, since that sort of knowledge of how to pleasure a woman isn't something you're born with. It takes time, patience and practice. He lay on top of me, my arms pulling him closer as we kissed again, his face half covered with my juices, which I licked almost greedily off his chin. He waited until I showed signs of recovery, then began stroking my body with his hands again, almost his full weight, which wasn't that much, pressing down on me. One set of fingers began moving back down, over my damp pussy, which he teased again, gently. I quivered again in pleasure. Then he began moving back down towards my clit, his hand between his hip and mine. I gave him a "don't you dare" look. There was no way I was going to be able to cope with any more attention to that for a while. He smiled wickedly, and stroked my lips instead, teasing my body with expectation. This was just about to become unbearable when he took some of the weight off me, kneeling again between my legs, one hand still exploring my dripping lips, several fingers dabbling in the damp of my body, the other caressing my left breast. 

I looked down to see his cock, hard and wanting attention. I moved one hand from his back to stroke it, although I'd have needed both just to hold most of the shaft, never mind the head. I had an idea, and raised my hips using my legs to lever my bum off the ground. There are advantages to being able to walk all day with a heavy pack. Then I brought the head down to stroke my cunt lips, smearing my juices over it, running my fingers of both hands over it, watching his face contort in pleasure. He looked at me, questioning, asking permission. I couldn't get pregnant on the pill, and anything he had I'd probably already caught from fooling around. On the other hand, I'd never had full sex without a condom.

I pushed a moment's worry out of my head – I rely a lot on my sense of smell, and he smelled clean. I nodded, one hand leaving his cock to cup his bottom again, the other stayed where it was to guide his shaft inside. He entered with one smooth thrust, grabbing my hips to steady me as he moved. I felt, for the first time in a couple of years, my cunt walls being pushed apart by a much bigger cock than the last – and only - one I'd had. This time it was wet skin on wet skin, not skin on rubber. It felt fabulous. I watched the expression on his face as I gripped him. He was obviously enjoying it at least as much as I was.

After all that attention I was dripping wet. One of his hands moved under my bum as he began to thrust, slowly, gently and evenly. I moved both hands to his hard, muscular buttocks to help him. His other hand moved back to my clit and started to rub it again with one finger. I squirmed, feeling his cock rubbing deep inside me. My legs are strong, but they're not strong enough to hold my body in that position for too long. He realised this, feeling my thighs about to cramp and used the hand under my bum to hold me up, taking the pressure on his knees, one finger dabbling in the moisture from my cunt. It felt really good. He was giving me an incredible amount of stimulation. I felt my body about to orgasm again, but he slowed, withdrawing so that just the head of his cock was inside. His finger moved away from my clit to stroke nearer my entrance. I started to recover and he went back to thrusting, a bit harder this time, his finger returning to circle my clit. A few minutes later he let me climax again. The build-up gave me another orgasm almost as good as the first. I felt him tightening his body to stop himself following me. For someone who'd just walked umpteen miles on mountain tracks he had incredible stamina. He allowed me to recover again, and let me lie flat on my back while he did all the work. I wrapped my legs around his back to pull him in. My cunt was drenched, my whole body tingling. 

He moved my hand down to my pussy and guided a finger onto my clit. It felt strange playing with it while my lips were pushed apart by his thrusting cock. He obviously wanted to watch me playing with myself while he screwed me. Not having to worry about balance gave him the opportunity to do me hard. He was looking at my whole upper body as he fucked me and the obvious appreciation of what I'd got was really turning me on even further. My body was just going wild, and I had to take my hand off my clit. He was having none of it. He slowed, and took one hand from the ground and took over. I tried to push him away, but was feeling far too weak to force the issue. My body gave in and started to quiver, which only helped him to stimulate me further. His body tensed; mine went over the edge and I think I screamed. 

I found him lying on top of me when I recovered, his cock still up me, but starting to soften. I felt wet but not particularly sticky inside. Every nerve tingled. Blue eyes looked at me tenderly as my eyelids fluttered open. He kissed me gently on my lips, a small peck for a first date. 

'Enjoy that?' he asked, a grin on his face. 

I found my voice. 'Enjoy it?' I gasped for air, little of it because he was lying on my chest. 'I'm not sure if you screwed me unconscious. I think you did. Fuck! Christ!' I paused for breath again. 'I'm not sure whether to slap you senseless . . . order you never to do that to me again . . . or tell you you've now got a lot of expectations to live up to. Bloody hell.' My body was demanding oxygen. My mind was frazzled. 'Do you do that to all your lovers?' 

His lecherous grin told me all I needed to know. 'I'm no playboy, but I know how a woman's body works.'

No kidding. He leaned on his elbows and started stroking my body again. I squirmed against him, trying to keep his cock inside me. Why wasn't I all sticky around it? Something distantly read about men being able to have successive orgasms if they trained their body properly was dredged from long-term memory. I swallowed. He could be up for it again in ten minutes if that was what he'd done. After what he'd just done to me I wouldn't put it past him. 

He grinned evilly. 'Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection.' His fingers were stroking the fur between my legs. 'But that would take more than one lifetime, so I'm not worried.' I gasped and squirmed as a fingertip brushed my clit, just once, short-circuiting what felt like every nerve in my body.

'Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.'

He raised eyebrows in appreciation. Competitive sex and competitive quotation. 'I thought Emerson hated quotes.'

'I think we need another bath,' I told him. More to the point, a bit of cool-ish water might get me calmed down enough to hold my own in another round. He looked at me almost reproachfully and withdrew.

He helped me up, and I found that my rubbery legs needed the assistance. He caught me, and let his hands roam over my nude body as I recovered. Then we slipped back into our pool. I washed him down first, allowing my hands and eyes to explore legs with strongly delineated muscles, then his cock, which twitched and started to harden again with the touch. I didn't want to encourage that too much just yet and moved up to wash a chest with only a little fine hair. I hate even looking at guys who resemble hair rugs – they look too much like chimpanzee or gorilla throwbacks. Little boyish nipples barely reacted to my touch. Mine were still hard, and he was happily paying attention. 

He was standing there enjoying my exploration so, overcoming a moment of inexplicable shyness, I moved to allow him lots of glimpses of my own body as I scooped up water to rinse off the sweat and juices of our first lovemaking. Then, looking at his swelling cock, I decided that I'd better allow him to cool off before he just dumped me on the bank and fucked me into the ground again. We'd got plenty of time for that. I moved behind him to wash, and more importantly explore his back, bottom and legs. 

When I finished he turned round and did the same for me. He certainly appreciated my body, seeming not to know whether to wash it down or explore every contour. My body seemed at least as interesting to him as the plants he'd looked at earlier and he felt like he wanted to feel every detail. I stood and let him do it. Besides, it felt good to have those delicate little fingers on me. Eventually, he stood again and kissed me. Our bodies pressed together, and I could again feel his cock hard against my pussy. 

I broke off. 'What do you want?' I asked, a challenge in my voice. He'd started this game, and I wanted to show that I could play it too. 

'You,' was his response. 

'Really. Again?' I grabbed his bum with both hands and pulled him closer. Our lips met for a long, demanding kiss. His hands were roaming my back. We guided each other to the bank and fell on it, him on his back, me on top of him. He shuffled back to get his feet up properly and tried to roll me over underneath him. This time I had other plans. A moment's wrestle as arms and legs, slick with water from the burn, tried to get into position and my initial advantage held. I straddled his tummy, knowing he'd not get enough leverage to go anywhere. I leaned over, by breasts inches from his face. He couldn't resist and cupped each in one hand, stroking the nipples with his palms. They firmed even more.

'Where were we?'

'I was going to screw your brains out,' he told me.

'Were you?' I moved my body down so I could feel his cock poking at the crack in my bum. I wanted to feel it. Then I had an idea. He'd virtually tortured me. It takes more effort with a man, but I could do something similar to him. You just have to know where the nerves are and how to stimulate them. They were probably still nice and sensitive from before. 

His hands were still playing with my breasts, fingers stroking gently. I held him down with one hand on his chest and took the pressure off. My other finger separated my lips and guided his cock back inside. I was still juicy from his previous work on me and he went in easily. I wriggled to feel it properly, taking him as deep as he'd go. I didn't want him to fuck me again just yet, though. I just wanted him wet and slippery. His hand moved almost automatically to my clit, but I didn't give him long to play with it. It was only temporary self-denial. I got off and moved down to straddle his legs. I leaned over and took his cock in both hands. I definitely needed both hands for this. I ran my fingers over it, then peeled the foreskin back. I held that with a couple of fingers and used the palm of my other hand to rub the tip. He gasped and squirmed beneath me. His hands clenched on my breasts. Good. 

'You didn't let yourself go properly in me earlier, did you?' I gave a quick little rub.

'Uh uh.'

'What was that? I didn't hear you.' I kept rubbing.

'Ah! No.'

'Sorry. You'll need to speak louder.' The palm of my hand was cupping the head of his rock solid cock. It and the rest of him quivered. 

'Aow! No. I didn't.'

'Why not?' His hands gripped my breasts again, almost painfully.

'AH! I wanted to give you another seeing to.' I kept rubbing, pretending to think about this.

'Did you now? What if I want to feel all sticky inside from you?'

'Yow! Thass fine! This from between clenched teeth. His expressive little face was contorting between ecstasy and agony, probably much like mine had done earlier. I was enjoying this. I switched to a couple of fingertips.

'Are you sure?'

'Ah! Yes!' Fingertips didn't seem to be as effective. I got some more of my juices from his shaft and went back to using my palm, lingering for a few seconds before I responded.

'Really sure?'

'Fuck! Yes! And if you don't stop that you're going to lose the lot!'

I ran my tongue over my upper lip. This was fun. I was beginning to see why turning me inside out appealed to him, but I really did want to feel him pumping his own fluids inside me. I decided on mercy. I took my hand away and moved back up. I rubbed his cock in my juices again, using it briefly on my clit, then took him back inside. He moved one hand back to my clit and I clenched my muscles round him. 

It turned into a battle, each of us trying to bring the other to climax first. I struggled to control my breathing so that I could breathe out as he went in. He was using his index finger of one hand to play with my clit and the two fingers either side to stroke my lips, occasionally pushing a tip inside to join his cock. The other explored my body. From the way he was exploring contours he was obviously enjoying having a girl with toned muscles. I used one hand on his chest to balance myself while I reached behind myself to fondle his balls. We were both still wet from the burn and sweating with the effort, which simply increased the stimulation.

He won, but only just. I arched my back and came again, but as I peaked I felt his balls contract and his cock pulse. The sensation of thick warm fluids being pumped into me felt great, and that increased sense of intimacy pushed me higher. Then I collapsed on top of him, by legs enclosing his, my breasts pressing onto his chest, my head next to his. His cock was left where it was, since it felt good there. He explored my back with his fingertips while I recovered, then started to gently massage my neck and shoulders. I purred, warm with the afterglow, relaxed from his attentions. 

The main problem, I soon found, with sex outdoors in the evening is that however warm your partner and however hot you get, you'll soon start to chill when you've finished. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him.

He gave me one of those gentle smiles. 'Thanks,' he said. 'Enjoy that?' 

He was thanking me for some seriously wonderful lovemaking and then asking if I enjoyed it! I had a sneaking feeling he was teasing. His hands were moving down my spine to play with my bum, massaging it gently. My lascivious grin answered him. I'm not used to expressions like that on my face, but he deserved it. One finger moved lower and stroked the rim of my cunt, still exposed by his softening cock. Wet or not, it felt a bit raw down there. Screwing like that had been fun, but had put a lot of strain on parts of my body that weren't used to it. 

'Want some more?'

'Mr. Insatiable! Yes, but I don't think my body will cope, so no.' He moved his finger back up to my left bum cheek, slick with my juices. His face showed slight regret, but I'm not convinced that he could have gone on all night, although I'm sure he'd have given it a good try. I was relieved, for a couple of reasons. Besides not wanting to tear my skin apart where it would hurt like hell in the morning, especially when I started to sweat when we started walking again, this was not a guy where yes would mean a quick bang and no meant maybe. I wanted a relationship, not a quick screw.

Our third rinse off was shorter than the first two, since it was starting to get cold. We covered up both, I think, somewhat regretfully in time to watch the sun set. His sleeping bag turned inside-out and some spare clothing made a makeshift mattress in his tent. Mine is one that I pilfered from my parents when it became clear they weren't going to be using it again, so it's one that can be zipped to itself to make a single sleeping bag, to another identical one to make a double or left unzipped to use it as we did that night as a blanket. The rest of the gear was dumped unceremoniously in my tent.




The Long Ridge



Out of the wind it was warm enough to strip again, and even two-person lightweight tents are not generous in the size stakes. We didn't need an excuse to snuggle up naked together, but we took it anyway, my breasts pressing against him, one thigh thrown over his to pull him close, his cock teasing my pussy.

Day 2

I woke next morning, needing only a fraction of a second to remember why I might have fingertips stroking my back. My leg was still or again thrown over his, his morning erection between my thighs. One of my arms was loosely tucked round him. My tummy was tingling and I felt damp in my crotch. I'd obviously snuggled nice and close in my sleep – a good sign, since it showed I trusted him instinctively. No complaints so far. I squeezed leg and arm and snuggled closer to his warm body before opening my eyes. Pale blue ones gazed into mine, inches away. I squeezed again. He leaned forward to kiss me, one hand going behind my head to stroke my hair. I responded sleepily. I purred, feeling very good. 

'Any regrets?' he murmured. 

About last night? Not likely. 'Mm-mm.' I shook my head.

'Good.' He kissed me again, long and slow. 

I was still half asleep, but becoming more alert every second. The feel of his cock, already hard between my legs, was turning me on. I wasn't sure if I was up to any more screwing as thorough as he'd given me last night, but it seemed a shame to waste a hard-on like that. I found myself beginning to respond, using one hand to stroke his hair. I pulled out the hair band to do it properly. It was very fine, but a bit knotted. I used my fingers to tease it apart. I like playing with long hair, but rarely get the chance. My friend Seonaidh lets me brush hers sometimes, but that's about it. I decided to use both hands, since he seemed to be enjoying it, burying his face next to my chest to get as close as possible. His hands began to roam my body. I pulled my leg up towards my chest, draping the calf over his back so he could get at my thigh. He accepted the invitation and began to trace the muscles. His other hand, the one that was almost underneath him as he lay sideways on to me, was bent to play with my breasts. I had thought that he was a breasts man, but he obviously liked playing with my legs.

The position had the added advantage of keeping his cock pressing against my crotch. I was getting wetter all the time. With the blanket to keep us warm I couldn't see much, but I was getting plenty of sensation. I wanted that cock in me again, so I abandoned his hair and moved one hand down to rub his cock over my cunt lips. I parted them and used his tip to stimulate myself. He squirmed to give me a better angle, moving on to his side and pulling his head back to look at me, then pulling my leg up further. 

Being fit and supple has its advantages in bed. I got him wetter by letting him partway inside, then pulling him out. I wanted to play and I wanted it to last. It felt good stroking his cock with my juices and using his cock to rub me - and he was obviously enjoying it. I moved it to my clit. It was a bit clumsy like this, rather than using something designed for the job like a finger or his tongue, but the fact that it was his cock was incredibly stimulating. I rubbed gently, stroking over and round my hard little bud while watching the expression on his face. Some faces are more expressive of emotion than others, and Neil's falls firmly into the first category. The fact that he was enjoying this was also turning me on. I let myself climax, a small orgasm that rippled through my body gently. He watched the pleasure on my face until it subsided.

'Nice?'

'Mm-hm.' 

'Want me inside?'

'Mm-hm.' Higher pitched, demanding. I licked my lips. 'Gently, mind. I want to be able to walk today.' He grinned. I guided his cock back to my entrance and rolled over on top of him. I trusted him to be gentle, but I wanted to be in control. That way I couldn't blame him if he made me raw. I slid down on top of him, feeling him slowly slip inside. The tent was too low for me to be able to straddle him upright, so I leaned forward, giving him easy access to my breasts. He raised his head to kiss them, using both hands to explore. He was obviously again enjoying the look of my body full frontal, too. He abandoned my breasts, letting them hang near his face and moved his hands back to my bum, smearing it with my juices, helping stimulate the skin as I rode him slowly. 

Then he moved his right hand round to my front again, this time to finger my clit. It was very sensitive after my first orgasm of the morning, but he was very gentle with it, circling round it as much as over it. His other hand stayed on my bum, dabbling around my cunt. I reached behind myself to feel his shaft with my fingers as it slid in and out, then cupped his balls. I'd enjoyed feeling them squirt inside me the night before and wanted to feel it again. This left our hands in the way of each other. Then he surprised me again. His fingers were wet from my body. They traced up the crack between my buttocks, and one fingertip was pushed very gently against my rear hole. I wriggled. Then he pushed the tip inside. I froze. No-one had ever done this to me before. I'd always thought it sounded a bit dirty.

'Stop?' he asked. I considered. It felt taboo. Then again, here in the hills social taboos aren't especially relevant. Social taboos when you're with a lover in private aren't relevant either. The fact that it felt a bit kinky just turned me on. I returned to riding him.

'Keep going,' I told him 'Push it all the way in, if you like.' He was slow doing it, first to one knuckle, then the next, then up to the webbing between his fingers. Women don't have the sensitive spots in their bums that men apparently do but this felt quite good, with both holes filled and my clit being carefully worked on.

'Nice?' he asked. It suddenly occurred to me that he liked to know how he was doing, and also that he seemed to be testing my responses.

'Very nice,' I told him, squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles as it reached my apex. From the expression on this face this felt good for him, too, so I kept squeezing as I rose again. It was a bit sore. 'I don't think I'm going to be up for any more of this until at least tonight, so you might as well let yourself go properly,' I told him.

'Fine, but I want to feel you going over the edge while I'm inside you.' He wriggled the finger that was up my bum, which nearly did it. My expression must have given me away, since he kept didn't stop. It felt really weird, but in a nice sort of way. I heard his breath quickening in time with mine. I beat him by a fraction of a second, leaving both of us gasping as he pumped his juices into me while my whole body went into spasm again. He took his finger from my clit first, using it to coat one nipple with my juices and then licking them off. I smiled at him. It was almost with regret that I felt him pull his other finger slowly out of my bum. He was in no position to take his cock out and I knew I preferred it where it was, whether it was starting to go soft or not. 

I lay on top of him in a pleasant post-coital languor for a couple of minutes, pulling the blanket around my shoulders. Other matters eventually started to intrude. Almost hidden by the roar of the burn, there was a light hissing outside the tent. Not rain – it wasn't heavy enough. I turned my head to look at the side of the tent. Through the thin walls I could see tiny darker spots. Water. It looked like the clag was down. A meadow pipit called somewhere nearby. 

'Wha' time's it?' I asked.

Neil shifted under me, reaching for the watch he'd left in the corner of the tent nearest his head. His softening cock popped out of me. Shame. 'Just before seven,' he told me. 'Just time for a nice hot bath and a full English breakfast. On the other hand, you and I will have to put up with a cold rinse in the burn to wake up and a bowl of muesli each.' He put the watch down and wrapped his arms around my back. He was proving to be as tactile as I'd hoped. 

'Are we going to lie here and enjoy ourselves, or are we going for a walk?' That sounded like a hint.

'Walk, I think.' Regretfully I got off him and reached for yesterday's clothes. He did the same. We dressed quickly, before unzipping the tent and poking our heads out. It was pretty chilly. Visibility was about twenty or thirty metres. It went without saying that it would burn off to nothing in a few hours, but it would be map and compass work until then. 

We grabbed that day's clothes and ran down to the burn. We washed the morning's sweat off each other and dried off quickly using yesterday's shirt and t-shirt. Hardly ideal, but it would have to do. Being wet in the hills is dangerous. Wet surfaces chill somewhere in the region of 25 times faster than dry ones, and in the hills that will kill you with hypothermia, even in summer. Towels are extra weight. We dressed quickly, then cleared Neil's tent of the sleeping gear. We dumped that in my tent for the time being and rifled the packs for food, coffee, plates, spoons and mugs. I went down to the burn again for water while Neil tied back his tent flaps and lit my gas stove. I ducked in as soon as he'd done this. He picked up the stove and wedged it between some stones at the entrance. A cold breakfast was followed up by blessedly hot coffee, while we discussed the day's route. There was no suggestion of splitting up, for which I was profoundly happy.

We took waterproofs out of our respective rucksacks and packed everything. Plastic water reservoirs were filled with peaty water from the burn; iodine tablets were added in case a sheep or deer had died upstream. A quick discussion over navigation followed, leading to me watching him take a bearing off our camping spot to the arête. He tramped off, me beside him. He counted quietly, marking off distance by paces. In theory – and in conditions like this it had better apply in practice – paces convert into time or distance. With a series of known bearings you can navigate from point to point with no landmarks except a known start. 

'Two-fifty-nine, two-sixty, two-sixty-one . . . bummer!' This as he hit the main track where navigation became easier. 

'You off?'

'Twenty-four paces and, um, thirty-nine seconds, to be exact.'

This is potentially lethal in cliff country, but within a reasonable margin for error here, especially when you're heading for a linear feature like a footpath. In cliff country I wouldn't even try a stunt like this in bad visibility. The maps just aren't at a good enough scale. I'd sit still in shelter and wait for the weather to clear. That's why you always carry extra food and clothing. 'Over heather,' I pointed out. Heather is springy and will tangle your feet, and will put off any distance count based on paces.

'Uh hu. I'd allowed for that,' he told me. He shrugged. 'Your turn.'

My map, like his, was folded up in a plastic case. 'Where do you put us? I asked. I leaned over my map and pointed with one corner of his compass. I lined up the edge of my compass, then the housing and lifted if off the map. Allowing for magnetic variation lined me up precisely on the slightly indistinct track up onto the ridge. Given that mountain paths meander along the line of least resistance it had been his distance that was off, not the bearing. I took the lead onto the main ridge where a tiny lochan marked where the arête joined the summit ridge. I was happy enough with that. He didn't need to ask where we were for his stretch, taking the bearing from the lochan to the next summit. We walked quietly until the clag began to thin and we could see the sun in the east trying to pierce it. Another hundred feet and we found ourselves above it. 

An inversion layer is one of the most beautiful things that you'll see in the hills. If the cloud is dense enough and you find yourself in the right place you can get a brockenspectre, but I've never seen one. Still, the dark peaks of mountains poking from a sea of white cloud is a wonderful sight, and however often I've seen it I never tire of it. We stopped for several minutes, appreciating it in silence. 

We unzipped our respective waterproofs, leaving them on for a while to let them dry. Neil found a large rock and pulled off his rucksack. A side pocket was opened for a plastic bottle of factor 30 sun-screen of the sort that's sold for children. I supposed with his skin colour he needed it. I took it from him and used it as an excuse to touch his face and hands. Rubbing sun cream over a day's worth of stubble on his chin was difficult, but I supposed I'd have to put up with it. There was no way he'd be carrying a razor. He then reciprocated. I helped him tie his scarf round his head; my hat was taken from one of the loops on my rucksack. Our break over we headed for the next summit. 

We stopped there and sat in silence, hand in hand, for a while, enjoying the view over the tops and each other's company. Waterproofs were stuffed in rucksack pockets, the rucksacks themselves left on the ground. The sun was slowly starting to burn off the mist. Neil eventually broke the silence. 

'Um. We didn't really get a chance to discuss motives for what we did last night.' He was obviously having difficulty with this, but I know enough to realise that you have to talk through your relationship regularly or it's going to end in tears. I rubbed his palm with a thumbnail encouragingly. 

'You're not regretting it now?' I asked. 'I didn't exactly see you objecting at the time.'

He smiled. 'Not a chance. Making love with you was the best thing that's happened to me in a long while.' "With," I noticed, not "to". He paused, thinking. 'My self-confidence has been in a mess for ages. You made me feel really good.' There was another pause, as if he was trying to think of the best way to phrase something. 'Don't take this the wrong way, but you do that sort of thing to a lot of guys?'

This question shouldn't have surprised me. It did, but I remembered we had, after all, only just met, even if part of me felt I'd known him for years.

'That's the first time I've even tried seducing someone, if that's what you mean. No, I'm very picky about who gets their hands on my body. Would you believe you're only the second man I've allowed to get that close?' He looked at me in surprise. 'I'm not exactly inexperienced, but it's been a long time since I've met someone who can turn me on the way you do. I'm not the sort of girl who will just jump into bed for the sake of a bit of cock.' I leaned back on our rock, resting on my elbows. He turned his head to look at me. 

'You know when to talk, and you know when to keep your mouth shut. I don't think I've ever met a guy like that.' I grinned, a lecherous look on my face. 'You know what your tongue is for. I've definitely never met a guy like that until you. We've got a lot in common. You know Thoreau, Emerson and Leopold. There's not many people around like that. There was no way I was going to let you get away without an effort.'

He smiled down at me. 'Even if you hadn't jumped my bones last night I don't think there was much chance of me running away. I was going to take it slow. I didn't want to scare you off.'

I could have waited, then. What the hell? I'd made a decision on the evidence at the time and there was no point regretting it. Even if everything fell apart it had done my self-confidence a world of good. He leaned back into the same position I was in. I realised if we stayed like we had been he'd either be twisting his arm uncomfortably or he'd have to let go. 

'You want to start something?' I asked, looking at his face for any hint of duplicity. Rejection, I realised, still frightened me. 

'I thought we already had done. We live close enough to each other to make it work. The rest is effort and personality.' He was either being honest or he was a damn good liar. Honest, I decided. So much for being single. I decided I'd changed my mind on that score. Bloody hell. I could end up spending the rest of my life with this guy, and it had come so close to not happening. Fear, relief and lust warred with each other, changing to awe as I realised my life had changed, one way or another. He was watching the expressions crossing my face. I looked across at him, his face inches away. I wanted him as close as possible.

'Come here, . . .' I admitted what my mind and body were trying to tell me. '... love.' I reached over with both hands, bringing him into my arms. He looked almost as dumbstruck as I was feeling. He lay on top of me as we kissed, deep and long, gazing into each other's eyes. My breasts and groin were aching to be touched. One hand reached for my breast, now only separated from his hand by my t-shirt. I could feel my nipples hardening again. For that matter, I could feel his cock starting to make the same demands on him. 'I want you to screw me, right here, and right now,' I whispered to him. 'Unfortunately, after what you did to me last night, that would hurt, so I think we're both going to have to wait.' 

'I think we'll have plenty of time for that later,' was his response, only slightly wistful. He pushed himself up onto his hands, his legs still between mine, where they belonged. 'I'd happily ball you into semi-consciousness, but it's not worth it if you're going to be hurt. I've never deliberately hurt a woman, and I'm not about to start now. I'll settle for your company.' I could well believe his entire statement, and pulled him down again, legs and arms wrapping round him, my mouth demanding to be kissed. He smelled of fresh sweat and sun-screen. He and near total privacy in the hills with the warm sun on us were again proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac. His cock was definitely hardening again.

We came up for air, and I looked into his tender eyes. He gazed back. 'O fair and stately maid, whose eyes were kindled in the upper skies at the same torch that lighted mine; for so I must interpret still thy sweet dominion o'er my will, a sympathy divine.'

'Lovely. It sounds like Emerson, but I didn't know he wrote any love poetry. I read some of his religious stuff, and he really knew Nature. Or is it one of yours?'

'I'm not that good, but I'll accept the compliment.' His tongue brushed his upper lip, bringing a flood of warmth to my groin. 'It is Emerson. "To Eva", I think, but it's been a while since I read it. That bit stuck in my mind.'

I relaxed, letting him go. 'Let's enjoy today, shall we?' I gently bit my bottom lip, a half promise in my eyes. 'If I'm feeling up to it we can give each other another good seeing to this evening.'

We pressed on, he walking slightly awkwardly for a while. I smiled, knowing this was my fault. The sun did indeed burn off the clag by late morning, giving fabulous views over the hills all around us. We stripped down to essential clothing again as the land warmed. We walked hand in hand when we could, and took turns leading – or more to the point following – when we couldn't. I was enjoying watching the way he moved, and I'm pretty sure he was equally enjoying watching my legs when he could. I took full advantage of it. I'm usually uncomfortable having my body leched over, but Neil didn't count. He could look. He could even touch when he liked. I wanted him all over me. I found myself looking forward to the evening. 

That evening found us camped by another sheltered spot near another burn. I'd originally planned to be out near the road by now, but another two or three hours in the morning should see us there. Neil's routine distractions had slowed us down. Both of us had purple fingers from blaeberry juice, too. My domestic chores would be a little rushed when I got home, but it was well worth it. 

Dinner was much the same as the previous night's, but everything else was as close to perfect as I could have dreamed. We sat together afterwards, he stroking one of my naked thighs, just firmly enough for it not to be considered tickling. I spread my legs apart to let him do it, enjoying the stimulation, resting one of my hands near his groin. I could feel his cock swelling again against my wrist. I decided I wanted another seeing to, and would risk it hurting. I leaned over to kiss him, my eyes inviting. I found myself slightly shy again. I decided that what had worked last night would probably work again.