0 comments/ 6636 views/ 0 favorites The Meadow By: MYundt Imagine a still-warm day in October, walking through the trees all ablaze in bright reds or yellows and oranges, The sun is shining through the trees, bright rays dancing with soft shadows upon the ground, the rays kissing your cheek, warming your soul as much as your body. We dance as much as walk, holding each other's hand, traipsing through the woods. We see a soft, small meadow and walk toward it. Across the grass there is a small hut, stone walls and partially overgrown -- obviously old and abandoned. We walk around and look in and see that inside, though still small, is open with a soft grass floor. We look at each other and seem to be of one thought. Walking in, I pull you toward me, holding you close to me, feeling your body press against mine. Holding your head in my hand, I bring my lips to yours, kissing you softly, fully and deeply. Your hands roam down my back and grab my buns, squeezing them and pulling me into you. You can feel me pressed against you, obviously excited and eager. You lay back on the ground, pulling me down with you. I lay on top of you, arms on either side, as we embrace and kiss, your hands roaming over my body. Again your hands pull my waist into you, pressing me between your legs, grinding into each other. I unbutton your sweater, one by one, kissing down from your neck to your chest and between your breasts. Your breasts are so perfect, so firm and just the perfect size. I lay on my side next to you, kissing your nipples, playing with your nipples between my teeth, gently biting them and pulling them into my mouth. My tongue flickers back and forth across your nipples. So firm and hard in my mouth. My hands massaging and caressing your breasts and waist. I pull your sweater off and place it under your head as a pillow -- such a beautiful head it is! Your hands are roaming again, rubbing my cock through my pants. You feel that I am already hard and ready and you undo my belt and pants, pulling me free. You give me a gentle stroke and dab the precum off of my cock, then lick your finger. Mmm, you moan, then you kiss me again, still stroking me. I turn my body around and kiss my way down your tummy, undoing your pants and reaching inside. My fingers quickly find your soaked panties and begin to rub your pussy, making you squirm and moan. We both pause and remove our clothes and lay back down next to each other again. I feel you wrap your hand around my cock at the base, stroking me up and down. Your lips wrap around the head of my cock, tongue twirling around the head as you fondle my balls with your hand. I place my mouth entirely over your wet pussy, sucking you completely into my mouth, driving my tongue deep inside you. My hands roam over your waist and tummy and breasts, caressing and massaging you. Your mouth sucks and pumps on me while you pump me with your hand. We passionately suck each other with abandon, frenzied with our desire for each other. Sucking your sweet pussy, I plunge a finger, then two into your as, pumping in and out, lashing you with my tongue as your legs wrap around my head. Your head bobs up and down, pumping my cock in and out of your mouth. Soon we both explode in mind shattering orgasms. I fill your mouth with my hot cum, pumping out of my cock in hot jets. Your pussy soaks my face with your own cum. I lap up all I can. I move around and pull you on top of me, wrapping my arms around you. We kiss deeply again, long and passionate, tasting each other on our lips. Holding each other, keeping warm with our own heat, we caress and cuddle, kissing, nibbling and playing with each other. There is no hurry, no tomorrow and no 'later' -- only now, only each other. The sun is beaming in through a window, warming our bodies, shining brightly though your long hair. I melt just looking at you, feeling your skin so close against mine. I stir ad we both grin. You reach down and guide me into you. Feeling your hot, tight pussy slowly envelope me is by far the most incredible feeling ever. You feel me enter you, deeper and deeper, stretching you, filling you. I reach around and grab your hips, pulling you close, pushing my cock as deep into you as I can. I suck on your nipples, biting them. Your hands dig into my chest as you pump up and down, slamming your hips into mine, taking me as deep as you can into you. You reach down and kiss me long and hard, then turn around, still straddling me. I reach out and hold you ass, so beautiful, watching my cock disappear into you, then emerge all glistening with your juices. You pump up and down hard and fast, looking back and grinning at me. You lean forward and I take you from behind, holding your hips and thrusting into you, balls slapping against your ass, slamming into you hard and fast and deep. Your breasts sway in the rhythm as you reach back and play with your clit as I pound into your pussy. Pounding, I lightly slap your ass then grab your hips and thrust into you even harder. We change positions again, with me on top and your legs up on my shoulders, penetrating you deeper than ever, thrusting into you, stretching you. Soon I unleash inside you, with more powerful jets of cum, splashing into you. The sensation sends you over the edge and you shudder in yet another powerful orgasm. I collapse on top of you, spent and exhausted, in your arms. You hold me as we catch our breath. We kiss, and kiss and lock our lips together --the longest, deepest kiss we've had. We lay there, on our sides, holding, cuddling, fondling and always kissing. We decide to camp out there and lay together as the sun goes down and the moon shines down upon us. We make love off and on all through the night, more softly and tenderly, always passionately. The Meadow It was hard to explain what was moving through her mind, through the fogginess of the recently orgasmic multitudes she had experienced. He was draped across her body, both of them slicked with sweat from the furious intertwining of limbs amongst the moans and groans. His weight was nearly unbearable after a few moments as she came back down from her drifting cloud, bringing her acutely aware of the tender marks upon her body, placed by his hands and his lips. Her hips burned from the painful strain he placed upon her over the hour, and her hands feebly pushed at his shoulder. "It's going to rain." She said, her voice a crackled hoarse whisper seeping from a scream torn throat as she looked to the sky above, darkened clouds starting to encroach on the starry night. "We're not done yet" he grunted after a long moment, pushing himself up with his hands in the grass that was crushed and flattened from their lovemaking, the fragrance of nature springing up around them to mingle with the scent of sex. He moved then, pulling her up with him as he stood, the faint sliver of moonlight reflecting upon his frame. She couldn't help but watch him; the play of muscle highlighted by the silvery caress of the light the moon casted upon him, as if seeing him in a violet haze of darkness that compounded the animalistic nature within him. He didn't say anything more; instead, he simply turned her about, his body pressing against her back as she felt the stirring of him hard against the soft curve of her backside. A gentle guide, a push, directing her forward, one step, then two, ever present with her as he led her from the tree line in the little meadow they had found for themselves. Soon she found herself bathed in the warm air of summer, the cicadas kicking up their song in the distance, only to die off as the sound of rolling thunder grew closer and closer. They stopped suddenly, his hand tightening upon her shoulder as his lips suddenly brushed against the shell of her ear. "Close your eyes" The line of her vision sank into darkness as she obeyed, feeling the first warm caress of wind catching at her heated skin, that simple breeze drawing a soft gasp from parted lips. The presence of him gone from behind her, and she tried to match the sound of his footsteps in the grass to his location, yet the thunder, continually the thunder, blocked her efforts. The first warm droplets landed within her tousled hair, snaking along her scalp as yet more landed, spattering her shoulders and zigzagging along her spine as well as between her breasts. Nipples hardened by the changing sensations, she arched her back, chin lifting higher as if welcoming the caress of the storm. She focused upon the sounds of the weather, the sharp crash moving closer and closer in the restless night air. The sharp crack of lightning made her jump, a cry escaping her lips in surprise as her world lit up behind her closed eyes, shades of violet and white imprinting upon her. Unable to keep with his command, her eyelids fluttered open, seeing the wall of rain come rushing along the meadow, relentless, a force that was unavoidable. The sheet of rain hit her, the water warmed in the summer heat, bringing those first few drops to be only a taste compared to what she was experiencing now. She turned, intent to run for the cover of the trees, to the car, yet she was stopped, his strong grip hard within her hair, twisting her head around and keeping her in place. The lightning struck once more, illuminating him finally before her, his expression stone, unreadable. She felt the fear begin to grow in her belly, unknowing what he intended, what he wanted of her, the darkness in his eyes telling that he would have it... no matter what it was. He jerked once more and pushed, bringing her to stumble forward, pain alighting upon her scalp from his grip within her hair before he stepped behind her, letting her feel the hardness of his cock against her backside once more. "Beg." His voice was deep, darker than she remembered as he commanded her. He was so very different from what she knew, what she was used to, and though her heart raced, there was a renewed wetness between her thighs, coaxed with the fear that moved through her. She cried out, yet her sounds drowned by the crack of lightning that was far too close. "Beg." His voice once more, awakening her, lips parted in a gasp she could not control as his grip tightened in her hair. He pushed, bending her before him until her vision was the rivulets of water that ran between the blades of grass, soaking her feet in a small puddle before running onward through the meadow. She felt him still, pressing against her opening, perhaps as a tease, or a warning. Slowly she bit her lower lip, scared of what he was intending as another strike of lightning made contact in the trees on the other side of the meadow. She jumped, fear running through her as a sour tasted settled on her tongue, bringing her lips to part as she shook. "Please." One simple word, yet meaning so much as it escaped her. One word and he was pushing against her, the head of his cock slipping within the wet velvet walls of her pussy before departing just as fast. She whined that taste of him unexplainable in making her want more, needing more. She spoke once more, the word with genuine feeling. "Please." She felt him again, though it wasn't the same. Pressure against her backside, that tight entrance never before experienced. Eyes widened as his grip tightened in her hair, jerking her head up as he kept her bent over still. There was another strike of blinding white lightning, the sound seeming to echo within her ears as he suddenly took her, giving no quarter. Her screams lifted into the night air, washed away by the rain as he seemed to swell within her body that constricted around his girth. She could feel every ridge and vein of him, throbbing in the burning sensation of her impaled body, her whimpers growing louder and louder as he started to withdraw, only to leave the head of his cock in the tightening muscles of her anus. It was then he pulled from her completely, fingers dragging through her hair roughly as he let go. She suddenly felt herself pitched forward, stumbling into the soaked grass as water splashed about her. It was hard to tell what was passing through her mind amidst the fear and uncertainty, yet she could not escape his assault. He was atop of her quickly, hands finding her wrists to keep her pinned against the slowly rising river of the torrential downpour that flowed over the ground. She felt him again against her body, and then once more within as he forced his cock deep within her once more, causing her screams to erupt anew. He was raw... Rough... Completely uncaring of her comfort as he plunged deeper into her backside, seating himself to the hilt. Water sluiced along his hardened body, splashing between his pelvis and the curve of her ass as he continued to take her upon the earth, locked and restrained by his grip. The burning sensation lifted, slowly, cooled by the water that fueled the discomfort at the same time, and yet she found herself rocking against him as she scrunched her eyes tight, willing it to be finished. Time stood still as he forced himself continually upon her, only to groan as her body stiffened against the assault, tightening around his cock, driving him further to his goal. The heat washed within her body, his guttural cry into the night signaling his completion before he pulled out, leaving the trail of semen along her thigh, washed away by the rains. Tears streamed along her cheeks, matched with the raindrops that flowed over her, the water that flowed about her in the quickly flooding meadow. "Get up and on your knees." Again, his voice was dark, rough, demanding. She lifted, slowly and on shaking legs, arms crossing over her chest as her gaze remained locked on the water about her knees. A hand in her hair once more, jerking her head back as he moved before her, the water on his cock glistening in what little light there was. Forced to look up at him, she could see the cold smile that finally gave itself to expression as he pressed the head of his cock against her lips. The Meadow Ch. 01 "Dianne. Wake up, sweetheart." I grumble a little and burrow deeper under the covers. The voice again speaks, this time a bit louder. "C'mon honey. Let's get going." Slowly the fog begins to lift from my mind and I sleepily blink my eyes open. No light comes through the blinds on the bedroom window, so I know that dawn has yet to break. A glance at the clock confirms this. I groan louder when I read the red glowing numbers: 4:17 a.m. Ugh! Sheesh! Not even birds are awake at this time of day! The desire to roll over and go back to sleep is strong. The week had been a bitch between dealing with office politics, having two of our patients die and extra hours of training new employees. All of this had added up to very long days, middle-of-the-night calls and not nearly enough sleep. I had been looking forward to my weekend since Tuesday, and what the hell is Tom doing waking me up so early on a Saturday morning? He knows I've had a rough week... And then with startling clarity I remember and come fully awake. This is it! This is the start of our vacation! You actually do have a good reason for waking me up before sunrise. I look up into your beautiful baby blues and feel love for you bloom in my chest. You'd suggested we spend a week away at our cabin on Thursday afternoon after I'd spent most of the day completing the paperwork on the patient who'd died the night before while dodging barbs from a coworker. You'd known I needed the break and had made one possible for us. Alongside the love is bone-deep appreciation as my eyes drift down and take in the steaming mug of coffee in your hand. With a whimper of gratitude I take the proffered mug and savor that first nearly orgasmic sip. It's as strong as I like it and you'd sweetened it perfectly. After a couple more sips of the steaming hot brew, I look up at you, a welcoming, love-filled smile on my face. You take the cup from me, carefully setting it on the bedside table, as your lips descend to mine for your morning kiss. I wrap my arms around you and sigh as your tongue penetrates the warm recesses of my mouth. Hmmm, I think to myself. This is a much better wake-up than coffee. I tug you down so that you fall on top of me on the bed. However, instead of falling fully on top of my naked form for a bit of hoped-for morning lovemaking, you give me one more kiss on the mouth before pushing up from me. With a cheeky smile and a pop on my bare hip, you tell me to get out of bed. Before long, we're on our way, heading west to our favorite rental cabin in the mountains. As you drive, I curl up in the front seat with a blanket over me to ward off the early morning chill. I want to doze, but instead find myself staring at your profile in the light shining dimly from the dashboard of your truck. I can barely make out your long eyelashes behind your glasses, and I know your baseball cap covers up your bald pate and part of your salt and pepper hair. Looking at you, I marvel at this incredibly gorgeous man who's chosen to love me. You must've felt my intense gaze. Either that, or my lovestruck sigh gave me away; you turn to me and smile, a wealth of love in your eyes. The early morning stillness and the motion of the truck soon lull me back into sleep. I wake up a couple of hours later when you pull into the parking lot of a diner. My eyelids flutter open moments before you lean over to kiss me awake. Your tongue lightly touches mine before we separate to go inside. Once inside the diner, the wondrous smells of bacon and fresh coffee greet us. The waitress behind the counter shoots us a broad, welcoming smile and wishes us a good morning as we enter. We grab a booth over by the side window. The diner isn't very busy yet; a few truckers are nursing mugs of coffee at the counter, and the place is pretty much silent except for a love song playing on the juke box. The waitress comes over to take our order after placing two mugs of steaming hot coffee in front of us. We give her our orders and settle in with our coffee. Your hand reaches across the table to hold mine, and our fingers mesh together. I rub my thumb across your knuckles before bringing our joined hands up to my lips. I place a kiss on your hand before releasing it. Grabbing some money out of my purse, I head over to the juke box. You sip your coffee as you enjoy the gentle side-to-side sway of my hips. I get to the juke box and flip through the selections, not looking for any one in particular. When I find the perfect song, I'll know. I flip through several more play lists before I see it. I slide my quarters into the juke box, punch in my selection, and return to our table. As I get back to it, the first notes of our song fill the diner. Tears glisten in my eyes as I hold my hand out to you. "Wanna dance?" I ask. Without a word, you get up and take me in your arms. I look up into your eyes as our bodies move to the sultry music. We're completely unaware that all eyes in the diner are on us, or that the waitress has dimmed the lights for us. Our focus is on each other and only each other. As we dance, I sing along to the music where only you can hear. My voice catches as I get to the final stanza, and it's like my promise to you. As the last note fades, I look into your eyes once more and note a similar glistening making your baby blues sparkle. We share a brief kiss and sit back down. The waitress brings our food over to us just as we're sliding back into the booth. We talk quietly over breakfast, saying nothing, yet saying everything. The main topic of conversation surrounds our week to ourselves and how much we're looking forward to having that week away. Finally, breakfast done, we head back out to your truck and continue on towards the cabin. It's mid-morning by the time we arrive. The sun is shining brightly, and we can hear the gurgle of the creek behind the cabin as we walk to the porch. The air is fresh and clean, a big improvement over the polluted city air we left behind. Clouds enshroud the mountains in the distance, and birds sing back and forth from the trees in front of our cabin. We let ourselves in, and the first thing we do is open the windows to the fresh spring air. We unload the truck, bringing in suitcases, bags of food and another bag filled with clean linens. As we unpack our bags, we stop every now and then to share a quick kiss. You grab the linens and head to the cabin's one bedroom, emptying it out onto the bed. I grab the towels and head to the bathroom to put them on the shelf while you start unfolding the sheets. I come back out and help you make up the bed. We move with the grace and rhythm of a couple who've made up many beds, quietly straightening and tucking. As we're smoothing out the bedspread, you look across the bed at me and say, "Sweetheart, why are we being so picky about the bed? You know we're just going to tear it up soon." My chuckle becomes a moan as I think about what the rest of the day may hold. Bed made and bags unpacked, we meander outside to the meadow that's alongside our cabin. We enjoy a few hours of play in the meadow before heading over to the double-wide hammock that stretches between two trees. I'm still exhausted from the stresses of the work week and the early wake-up, and all I want to do right now is rest beside you. We climb into the hammock, enjoying the shade from the trees and the sun's warmth. I snuggle into you, planting kisses along your jaw. Your hand, at first resting on my side, starts caressing up and down, igniting little fires in its wake, especially as it brushes the side of my breast. Your lips find mine and we share a sigh of pure contentment as our tongues meet. We deepen the kiss, and your hands slide to the front of my blouse. Your knuckles brush my skin as you pop each button, exposing my lace-covered breasts to your gaze and the kiss of the sun's rays. The backs of your fingers caress the golden skin peeking out above the lace before you gently cup the soft mounds. Your thumbs find my nipples, teasing the aching buds. With a tug, you lower my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out. Your lips leave mine as your mouth blazes a trail across my chin, down my neck and to the valley between my breasts. My arms are trapped against my sides by my shirt, leaving me helpless to do more than to enjoy the ministrations of your mouth. As your heat edges ever closer to the turgid peak of my right breast, I can't help but moan at the exquisite sensations coursing through my body. The raspberry nipple rests against the roof of your mouth as you gently suck on it, drawing it deep within. You pull it as you release it, drawing it out to its fullest length, before laving it with your tongue. I feel the pull all the way down to my core, and my own heat rests heavy below my belly, causing my labia to swell. You kiss your way over to my left breast, leaving a damp trail of fire in your wake. Your tongue traces the contour of my breast, following the downward curve before lightly stroking back up the underside. Hot heat licks at my nipple; your tongue tantalizes it before your mouth captures it, savoring the sweet raspberry tip. Tortured moans issue forth from the back of my throat and I struggle against the restraint of my blouse. Your weight on me pushes me farther into the hammock, and my hips start arching against your belly on top of me, desperate to ease the ache. A cool breeze whispers across my heated flesh, and I whimper as a fresh wave of longing pierces through me. Your nimble fingers find the button on my jeans, the back of your hand grazing my belly in the process. With a soft rasp, the zipper slides down, exposing my soft bare skin to the warm air. I feel your fingers lightly caress my bare mound. Your mouth leaves my breast as you gaze down at me, and your eyes meet mine as you reverently whisper, "So beautiful, my love." I smile up at you, a world of love in my eyes, moments before those same eyes flutter closed as your lips meet mine. Your fingers continue their explorations, dipping under the soft cotton of my thong to find my molten center. As you touch my achingly hard bud, I gasp into your mouth and my hips rise up to meet your fingers, a wordless plea not to stop and to increase the delicious pressure. Your finger strokes over and around my clitoris, moving in perfect circles, just the way I like it. The tension rises inside me with every flick of your fingers against my center and every silky caress of your tongue against mine. My rapid, shallow breathing and the trembling in my body lets you know that I'm close to the edge. Your fingers stop their motions and with a last caress over my inflamed mound, they slide out of my panties. I whimper against your still questing tongue, and I want to scream with the frustration. You climb off of the hammock and once you've regained your footing, you offer me a hand to sit up. Once I'm in a sitting position, you ease my blouse off my shoulders, tossing it aside. My bra soon follows. "Lean back," you tell me, and I lay back down across the hammock before you remove my sandals, jeans and panties. I sprawl wantonly across the hammock, my skin flushed, my eyes flashing with golden fire and my wet swollen womanhood exposed to your heated gaze. Your own eyes darken and your lips part as you look at my naked form, the sun through the leaves dappling my skin. A little smile flirts across my lips as I notice the bulge and the quarter-sized wet spot on the front of your jeans, evidence of your own desire. I rise up to a sitting position and crook my finger at you, summoning you closer to me. Once I have you within arm's reach, I slide my hands up the front of your shirt, feeling the ripple of firm muscle under the cotton. I unbutton each button starting at the bottom and caress each delightful inch of bare skin I discover. My flattened palms rub each nipple, feeling them pucker at my touch. I slide them up to your shoulders and push your shirt off slowly, savoring the taut arms under the sleeves. After your shirt meets my heaped clothes, my hands meet on your belly, caressing in small circles before working around over your love handles to your lower back. I pull you towards me, and you feel my soft hands gently kneading your tense back as my mouth finds and nibbles your belly button. I tease the edge of it with my teeth before plunging my tongue in and out of your shallow well. The ministrations of my mouth send desire coursing through you, straight down to your engorged shaft, and I can feel it twitch through the denim against my chest. I kiss down your belly, letting my tongue trail hotly to the waistband of your jeans. I quickly unbutton your jeans, desperate to feel the bare heat of your cock in my hand. I struggle a little with the zipper, careful not to catch your swollen rod in the rough teeth. Finally it springs free, bumping me in the chin and leaving a warm smear of precome as it juts out. I quickly slide your jeans the rest of the way down, pausing only to help you step out of your shoes and socks. You kneel between my legs, your mouth perfectly situated right in front of my yearning, wet pussy. As your tongue laps my femininity from bottom to top, my entire body spasms from the pleasure and my juices flow copiously. Your tongue jabs inside my sweet hole as your mouth envelops me, drinking my nectar. My legs tremble as I ride your mouth, seeking the pinnacle of pleasure. With a final hard suck on my clit, you leave me once more on the edge of fulfillment. You climb up into the hammock beside me, and we shift so that we're both laying on it long-ways. You tenderly draw my sensitive, trembling body into your arms, planting kisses along my temple and my cheek before your mouth finds mine. Our bodies mould and fit so perfectly together, as if we are two halves made from the same whole. I press against you as we kiss, draping my leg over your flank to bring us into even closer contact with each other. My hands are all over your body, roaming over your chest to find the sensitive tan nipples. I give them each a pinch, pulling on them. Your guttural moan comes from deep within you, and I swallow it as our tongues continue to dance together. Eventually my hands leave your chest to work around to your back. I stroke up and down your back, feeling the play of muscles under the velvet smooth skin. My hands find your taut ass, and I knead it, feeling it tense and bunch beneath my touch, and your cock comes ever closer to my womanhood. I press my shorn mound against your throbbing shaft, grinding against it. My essence bathes it, letting you know that I'm ready for you. Still you deny me as your hands tenderly roam over my body and our mouths make love to the other's. Our moans of pleasure fill the air around us. You move to lay on top of me, your body pressing me into the hammock, and your cock nestles perfectly against my aching center. As if of their own volition, my legs come up to wrap around you. You run your head over my clit then slide it down to my waiting slit. I grab your shoulders and dig my heels into your back. "Do you want it?" you ask. "God, yes, please," I moan. "How badly?" "Desperately. I don't want you; I need you. Please let me have you come inside me." I vaguely notice that sweat is beading on your forehead and upper lip with your restraint, and I'm gratified to know that resisting is affecting you just as strongly and your desire is just as rampant as mine is. Your head rests against my slit, nudging it open slightly. With one long, smooth stroke, you penetrate me, burying yourself in me to the hilt. Your mouth descends to mine once again, and I can taste my spiciness on your tongue. You swallow my gasp of pleasure as you slowly begin to thrust in and out of my tight hole. Your pubic bone is pressing hard against my throbbing clit, and my juices flow copiously down to my tight rosebud. My muscles start contracting around your cock, signaling my impending orgasm. I start riding your cock faster as you pound into me faster, thrusting your thick rod harder and deeper inside of me. The first wave of pleasure washes over me, taking me right to the crest. With the second wave, I scream as the intensity overwhelms me, and you take my screams, absorbing my pleasure, making every bit of me yours. My muscles grasp your manhood as they contract, and you join me in our shared pleasure. I swallow your exultant yell as your hot come explodes inside of me, bathing my waiting womb. You collapse on top of me, your still throbbing member remaining buried deep inside me where my tight pussy milks you, wringing the last remnants of your orgasm from you. Our breaths come in gasps and our hearts pound against each other's. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on our spent bodies, only to be cooled by the spring breeze. Lulled by the aftermath of our lovemaking and the gentle rocking of the hammock, we soon drift off into a light sleep. The shadows are lengthening when we finally awaken. I smile up at you, feeling completely at peace and rested. With a gentle kiss you roll off of me, cradling me in your arms as you do. We lay like that for a while, our quiet talking intermingling with our soft signs of contentment. We start to notice that we're getting chilled as the evening approaches and reluctantly untangle ourselves to head inside, grabbing our clothes as we go. We get inside, and you start a fire in the cavernous fireplace while I prepare a stew for supper. Soon wood is popping as it burns and the scents of beef, vegetables, gravy and homemade biscuits fill the air. I pour two glasses of Merlot for us, and we take our bowls of stew to the sofa where we savor them as the flames dance in the fireplace. After dinner we wash our dishes and go back to the sofa. We sit in silence, enveloped in the warmth of the fire and our love for each other. I curl up next to you, placing my head on your shoulder and my hand on your chest. Your arm is around me, holding me close to you as we watch the fire and talk softly together and enjoy the last of our wine. Your heart beats under my hand, and each beat speaks my name: Di-anne, Di-anne. I raise my head to look at you, and our eyes meet. Your lips descend to mine, capturing them in a kiss hotter than any fire. I moan against your mouth and our kiss deepens. I move so that I'm straddling your lap, and my aching womanhood presses intimately against your throbbing masculinity. As we kiss, I grind against it, needing you to be in me and feeling your answering thrusts through the denim of our jeans. I feel your hands slide down my back to my ass, cupping the firm cheeks in your hands. Suddenly I feel you shift as you stand up, picking me up at the same time and carrying me down the hall to the bedroom. You gently lay me down across the perfectly made-up bed before following me down. A couple of throw pillows hit the floor as we scoot across the bed a little bit. The frenzy that started on the sofa continues, and our hands and mouths are everywhere on each other, yearning to touch and taste as much of the other as possible. We divest ourselves of our clothes as quickly as possible, wanting nothing more than to feel skin against skin. After shucking my jeans and panties, I crawl up your naked form, allowing my full breasts to drag across your ever tightening sac and your throbbing cock. Your flowing precome leaves a wet trail in my cleavage and down my belly as my journey up you continues. Finally my swollen mound is pressed against your manhood, and I slide up and down on it, drenching it with my juices, letting you feel how much I want you. I shift my hips so that your head is nudging my slit, and I slowly take you into me, feeling you stretch my tight femininity. Soon you're buried in me to the hilt, and I can feel your pulse echoing mine where our bodies are joined. I ride you fast and hard, grinding my clit against your pubic bone, my juices dripping down your shaft to your balls. Your hands reach up to cup my swaying breasts, and your long fingers find the sensitive tips. You pull on them and pinch them, sending even more heat shooting down to my center. The moment your warm tongue laves my abused nipples, my passion consumes me and my entire body implodes with the intensity of my orgasm. As my vaginal muscles convulse around you, you also surrender to the passion that courses between us; your essence explodes inside of me, filling me as your love so richly does. The Meadow Ch. 01 Satisfied, spent, I collapse on top of you with you still buried inside of me. Our breathing is labored from our intense lovemaking, and a fine sheen of sweat glistens on our skin. The sheets are tangled around us and the bedspread is in a pool on the hardwood floor by the bed. As post-orgasmic chills wrack our bodies, you reach down to grab the bedspread, and we tug it over us, both of us still too weak to move more than that. After several minutes, I propped my chin on my hands where they're resting on your chest. I look up at you, and you see that look in my eyes that has told you how much I love you so many times. You run your fingers through my hair, gently caressing me and massaging the back of my neck. Gazing deep into your eyes, I speak the words of my heart: "I love you, and I promise you my love forever, my Tom." "I love you very, very much, sweetheart," you reply. With a huge sigh of contentment, I snuggle a bit more into you, savoring the love that surrounds us. We gradually straighten the covers back out and get underneath. Your arm is outstretched to your side, a welcoming spot for my return. I lay beside you with my head on your shoulder, nestled into this perfect spot for me. You place a kiss on my forehead, and we share a sigh. Your heartbeat against my ear lulls me into a restful slumber and I sleep, safely and securely enveloped by your love. The Meadow Ch. 02 I stand at the balcony watching the morning sun peak behind the clouds. The creek below me is alive with sound and I watch the sun awaken it with glistening color. Every flash of the reflections fills me with contentment. The sound of the birds singing their songs allows my mind to wander and wonder. A rustle behind me lets me know that you are not a dream. I turn and look at you. Your hair spilling over your face fills me with want. When I think of lying next to you I am filled with a desire that burns. Your quiet slumber is interrupted by deep sighs and I stand here wondering if your dreams are filled with yesterday. ********** It was just another day of arriving at our cabin for the week. We had both worked too many hours and were so looking forward to this vacation alone. No phones or outside distractions, just the two of us alone. We unloaded the car and put the food and clothes away. We put fresh sheets on our bed and I remember looking at you and kidding you about making it up as we both knew that it was going to be torn apart later. A light lunch followed filled with talk and laughter. I remember I was mesmerized by your eyes glistening with pleasure as they looked out the window. The sun was shining and there was a light breeze blowing and I could tell you wanted to be out in it. It didn't take us long to do the dishes and I still remember the kiss that was so filled with promise you gave me as we finished. When I suggested that we go for a walk, I remember chuckling to myself as you found my hand and led me out the door. Closing the door behind me, I felt you pulling me towards the creek. The sun shone and glistened as the water tumbled over the rocks. The meadow in front of our cabin is filled with the aroma and beauty of the spring flowers. We walked hand in hand towards the sound. I still remember your kiss and your arm pulling me to you as we stop, your tongue finding mine as we cleaved together. I pulled you down and laid you on the soft spring blooms. Our embrace was broken and I looked you deeply in your eyes, your love washing over me. I softly mouthed that I love you and clamped my mouth over yours. My tongue found yours and our passion and desire were overwhelming. I was in need, but your need was greater. I wrapped an arm around you and pulled you towards me tightly as our kiss seemed to last an eternity. I felt your hands playing over my back, your leg sliding over mine and wrapping around my own as you pulled me tighter to you. My hand slid down your back and rubbed against your cheeks. A soft moan filled our kiss as I felt your passion building. As I shifted our bodies so you were on your back, I broke our kiss and looked you deep in your eyes. The need in them fired me and consumed me. My hand slid down your chest to your jeans and unbuttoned them. I felt your hands pulling at my shirt and I stopped to pull it over my head. Your shirt soon followed and I watched as the light breeze tightened your nipples. I looked down at you and felt amazed that this beautiful woman could love me. I let my hand trace the outline of each breast as I watched your face. Your eyes were slightly closed as the sun radiated off your golden skin. Leaning down I kissed you lightly on the lips and with a flick of my tongue I kissed my way down your cheek and nuzzled at your neck. I took your ear lobe between my lips and gave it a gentle pull. Letting go I whispered in your ear that I am going to be tasting every inch of you. My lips trailed down your neck, my tongue flicking and playing ever so slowly. My hand cupped your breast and I felt your hardened nipple against my palm as I gave it a gentle squeeze. My searching mouth found your breast and I slowly encircled your nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, my tongue flicking over and around it. I felt your hand on my neck pulling me tighter against you as your back arched slightly. I let go of your breast and let my hand trail down the outline of your side. My hand slid inside of the hem of your panties and I felt the soft dew forming. I watched as your hands pushed your jeans hurriedly down. My mouth let go of your breast, my lips pulling on your nipple. My hand slid down over your wetness and I felt your soft lips part slightly. My mouth, lightly sucking and my tongue flicking over your soft skin, snaked its way down your chest and over the curve of your tummy. My finger dipped inside and I could feel the warm moisture inviting me in. I heard your moan as my mouth found your nub and sucked gently. My tongue flitted over it as my finger began to massage each fold. I felt your hands on my head guiding me, your sighs and moans telling me what you need when. My hardness was straining inside my pants and when I felt that your orgasm was close I slowed down my tongue and fingers, letting your arousal plateau and hold you just on the edge. I stopped completely and knelt between your legs. I grabbed your jeans and panties and pulled them the rest of the way off. I watched as you sat up and kissed me deeply while your hands unzipped my jeans. Your hand reached inside and pulled my cock out. It strained against your hand. You broke our kiss and bent forward, engulfing me completely. I let out a low groan of pleasure as you worked your mouth up and down with your tongue swirling around the crown. "My God...Dianne, I am so close to cumming!" I screamed and I pulled my cock out of your mouth and turned your around. With you on your hands and knees I grabbed the base of my cock and slid it slowly between your thighs and ran the head over your engorged clit till I heard you tell me to please just fuck you. Not being able to hold back I positioned the tip of my cock between your soft lips and just slid the tip inside. Your warmth drew me in deeper and I buried myself completely, feeling the walls of your moistness surround me. I listened to your low moan as I grabbed your hips and began thrusting with increased fervor. With each back stroke I could see your juices glistening in the sun off the shaft of my cock. I let my hands massage the roundness of your ass and gave you a small slap on your cheek. I felt you wanting more and I rubbed the sting. Slap! Once more my hand found your pink flesh. Your moans increased, spurring me on. I felt my orgasm approaching fast. Your tightness was so amazing. I slowed down and leaned over you, my hand reaching under you and beginning to rub back and forth over your clit. Your moans filled my ears and I knew you were close. I increased my tempo, trying to match your movements so we would orgasm together. I felt you grind back against me as your breath started coming in short gasps. I felt your pussy begin to spasm and I listened to a deep guttural groan come from you. I couldn't take it anymore and I felt my orgasm begin deep inside me traveling through my loins until my cock twitched and bathed you in my hot white juices. My back arched and with each twitch more of my essence filled you. Our mixed juices spilled over and made our thighs slick with our shared passion. Collapsing together, still locked together, we held each other until our breathing began to return to normal. I told you how much I love you... ********** I turn around and take a sip of my coffee letting you dream and rest. I think of our afternoon together and how my love for you consumes me. The sun is a little higher now and is flashing off of the distant mountains. I hear a sigh and turn, thinking you are awake and caught my thoughts. You slumber on. There is a smile that you wear when you sleep that is a pure joy to me. Your body outlined by the blankets draws me to you. I wonder if this is a dream or did I finally find what I am looking for. The answer is so simple...Yes this is not a dream, you are the one I love. The Meadow Ch. 03 Deep, dark, restful sleep slowly gives way to the warm light of sensuality as the dream takes over my sleeping mind. I sigh contentedly in my sleep, burrowing just a bit farther down in the bed. The fragrance of the crushed wildflowers surrounds us, mingling with the earthy scent of our spent passion. With a lithe, fluid grace, I jump up, leaving your embrace, as I race naked towards the clear water of the creek. You run after me, and I turn to look at you while I try to escape you, laughing with the sheer joy of the moment. I don't see the tree root that's sticking a few inches out of the ground, and I trip, sliding down the grassy embankment and landing in the creek. The cold water is shocking, and my nipples pucker instantly in response. You run into the creek, worried that I may've hurt myself in my fall. I stand up and smile up at you before diving into your arms for a kiss. My momentum knocks you off balance, and soon we're both almost completely in the shallow creek, you on bottom and me partly on top of you. The cold water has had a predictable effect on your manhood. I look down at you and offer to warm it up for you. You climb out of the creek and sit on the creek's edge. I kneel in the water between your legs, your flaccid member right in front of me. I've stopped noticing the frigidity of the water as warmth suffuses my body with the anticipation of your taste. My mouth descends, my tongue darting out to lick your head. The smell of "us" fills my nostrils, a sweet reminder of the passion we'd shared earlier, which quickly ignites a fire low in my belly. Avariciously, I take your cock into my mouth, sucking it deeply. The heat of my mouth counters and soon overcomes the coolness of your skin, leaving you hot and throbbing in the deep recesses of my mouth. I wrap a small hand around the base of your cock, slowly stroking up and down, as my mouth continues to work on you. I place nibbling kisses up your cock and around your sensitive ridge. Your hands tangle in my wet hair, holding my head in place as your hips rise up and down, urging more and more of your penis into my mouth and down my throat. I open up wider to accommodate you, enjoying your salty taste and how completely you fill my mouth. My hand leaves your shaft, giving my mouth more room to work. Your hands in my hair are a bit more insistent, and the gentle force excites me, causing liquid heat to pool between my legs. With an audible *plop*, I give your cock a final suck before releasing it. I stroke it a few times with one hand while my other hand steals between my legs, spreading my moisture around and over my throbbing clit. A drop of clear essence appears on the tip of your cock. I bring the hand up from between my thighs, mixing the evidence of our shared arousal and rubbing it over your head. With a mischievous look up at you, I lap your head with my tongue, tasting the blend of you and me. You can do nothing but groan from the pleasure and the eroticism of it. My tongue begins to work up from your head, first teasingly darting in and out of your belly button, before it moves up towards your chest. It trails over your stomach, where I stop to enjoy a few little nibbles. Then I find my way to your chest and your tight brown nipples. I lightly nibble your left one, gently biting it a little, then laving it with my tongue. I kiss my way across your chest to your other nipple, sucking it deeply into my mouth. I gently push you down so that you're lying on your back on the creek bank. My mouth leaves your chest and kisses up your sternum to the hollow at the base of your throat where your pulse is jumping. I tongue that spot before kissing up your chin, along your jaw and finally, to your mouth. Our tongues once more tangle together, making love feverishly, wanting to taste every part of the other. I can feel the hard, straining evidence of your desire against my soft mound. I angle my hips so that your head is just nudging the opening of my slit, then I slide down on you, impaling myself on your hard cock. I can feel you buried deeply in me, your head nudging my womb. You tell me to come down to you. As I lower myself, my breasts are dangling right over your mouth, and you capture a firm raspberry nipple between your lips. The pull of your lips on my breast creates an echoing pull deep within me, and I grind more insistently against you. My juices are dripping down your shaft, and my throbbing clit presses intimately against your trim groin. I ride you harder, feeling your tight sac against my rear as I come down on you. Finally, with a scream, I come. My body grasps yours, convulsing around it, as pleasure floods my system. I continue to ride you through it, giving you every bit of me that I can. My juices are dripping down your shaft, over your balls and lightly tickling over your tight backdoor. Spent, I can do nothing but collapse on top of you while I gasp for breath. So relaxed am I that I'm completely unprepared for you to flip me over onto my back, thrusting your hard cock into my tight wet hole. The sensation of your wide cock in so tight an opening rocks me to my very foundation. You pound into me hard, searching for your own release. I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck, holding you to me. I feel your cock get impossibly larger inside of me, stretching me farther than I've ever been stretched before. Your body gets tense a moment before you erupt inside of me, your yell bouncing off the trees before evaporating in the warm meadow. You kiss me, our bodies still joined as one. You drop to the ground beside me, bringing me with you, still wrapped tightly in your arms. Your lips nuzzle my hair as you whisper in my ear, "I love you, Dianne." You sit on your side of the bed, watching me sleep, and as you watch, you wonder about the smile that's teasing my lips. It suddenly seems as if these words of love are getting louder. Not wanting this beautiful dream to end, I shift, fighting to hold on to it. My shifting brings me close to you. I frown as I realize that the dream is slipping away from me. Yet still, "I love you, Dianne," is getting louder and more persistent. Then I realize that I'm not hearing you tell me you love me in a dream. It's real, and it's your way of waking me up. My eyelashes flutter open, and I focus on you. When I see you looking down at me with all of your emotions glowing radiantly on your face, I can't help but smile at you. "Good morning, Tom. I love you. I just had the most beautiful dream... of yesterday." The Meadow Snare Trapped 1 "W-what do you mean?" I stammered, knowing full well what Jason had meant. "You really think we'd invite you up here to toast to your change?" He scoffed, and my stomach sank as I realised how careless I had been. I really should have known. I looked for an escape, a way out of this secluded forest clearing, a way to safety. But the three hefty soccer players surrounded me. And they were closing in. "Please." I begged, appealing to Jason's heart, if he had one. His cold blue eyes made his reply clear; they were blank, expressionless, devoid of sympathy. "C'mon, Genevieve. Be a good little girl and get on your knees." He growled, ignoring my pleading. But I wasn't about to submit. Instead, I reached down swiftly and pulled the hunting blade from my boot, brandishing it defiantly. Bryan and Chris backed away, frightened by the deadly weapon. I lamented leaving my handgun in the car, but the knife was just as deadly. Jason didn't move. His eyes were glazed over now, and with a wicked grin he stepped closer. The boys halted their retreat, waiting for their leader. He stepped right in front of me, exposing himself to my knife. "Well, Jenny, you gonna stab me? Go ahead, stab me. C'mon," "Please-" I begged. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to hurt any one, not even this cruel beast. "Well?" He crossed his arms on his chest, and looked around as if bored. "What are you waiting for?" "Jason, don't do this. Please don't do this. Please." Tears were running down my face now. He just smirked. And held out his hand. So I gave him the knife. He snatched it up, then tossed if firmly over his shoulder, into the clearing behind. "I always knew you were a bitch. Always being a sissy, hanging out with your girl friends, walking with that girly sway. , And just now you surrendered because you didn't have it in you...in fact, you will have something in you real soon." He laughed, shaking his head, and out of the corners of my eyes, I saw the boys beginning to close in again now that the threat of the knife was neutralised. "And such a pretty girl you make," He reached out and softly stroked his hand through my hair. I shuddered, but was too afraid to protest. His hand brushed over my lips. "My, what a pretty little mouth you have. Just like a girl's. No wonder you decided to have a sex change." The boys snickered. Jason took a step back. "Yeah, the boys and myself just wanted to celebrate your....transformation with a little party. Isn't that right, boys?" I was trembling, as the boys readily agreed, howling with laughter. "So why don't you be a polite little girl, and take off those jeans for the boys?" He paced forward, threateningly. I knew he meant business. "No." I used the deepest voice I could muster, but I still sounded like a girl, a terrified one. Jason chuckled, as if he found my protest greatly amusing. "Now, Jenny, that's not showing much gratitude. We've been real supportive, very supportive of your change. Isn't that right, Chris?" "Real supportive, man. Real supportive." Chris agreed. "See, we're nice guys. We even bought you dinner last night, didn't we?" He looked at me expectantly. I nodded. They had bought me dinner last night at the steakhouse, but I thought they were just being nice. I should've known. "So, it's only right that a girl shows a little gratitude to the men in her life. We help you out, you help us out. Reciprocation." My anger was growing. They had betrayed me. They had pretended to be happy for me, but they were just predators. They wanted their fill of me. But Jason was in my face now, staring me down with danger in his eyes. He was a hulk--a good 40cm or so over my head and maybe twice my weight in muscle--so I reached down to unbuckle my jeans. The boys whooped and hollered, and Jason smiled at my defeat. I was crying as I undid the button and let the jeans slide down to rest at my feet. The boys whistled. Jason's smile widened; it was almost ear-to-ear now. He was loving every second of my humiliation. I just sniffled and stare at the ground, my face burning from the shame. "Those are some cute panties you got there, Jennie. Pretty flowers. But not as nice as those smooth legs," I cringed as he reached out and brushed his hand against my outer thigh. " Smooth as a newborn, with just the right amount of meat on them. He gave my thigh a playful slap, and I cried out in surprise. "Sure are jumpy, aren't we? I stared at the ground. I couldn't really believe this was actually happening. It felt like it was happening to somebody else. "Answer me, Jenny." Jason growled "Yes, I am jumpy." I looked up at his eyes through my tear-blurred vision. Then he slapped me. Hard, across the face. The slap resounded across the clearing, and I fell over, entirely taken by surprise. I stayed on the ground, stupefied, then I began to sob. "It's yes-sir to you! Don't you dare disrespect me, woman!" He ordered me to get back up, and so I did. "Now, take everything off except your underwear. Now." His voice was cold, no longer mocking, but full of threat. I didn't want to be hurt again. "Yes, sir." I replied in my girl voice, and stepped out of my boots and jeans. I removed my t-shirt quickly and flung it on the ground. The cool air felt bizarre against my exposed skin, and I shivered as I stood before my captors in just panties and brassiere. I decided to just play along with these sick fucks and get it over with. But they were just beginning. "Good girl, that's a good girl. Now, from now on you'll do as you're told. Any lip and Bryan here is going to grab a switch and we'll make sure you regret it. Understood?" I winced at the thought of being held down and thrashed. I remembered my painful childhood punishments. "Yes, sir." Jason stepped back, admiring my body. He nodded his approval, then reached out to grasp my left breast. I flinched. His hand cupped it firmly, squeezing. I whimpered, because they were still growing, and so very sensitive. "So small, but, god, you really do have boobs." His voice was gentle now, almost filled with awe. His squeezing continued, and I squirmed uncomfortably. "How did you hide these for so long?" He looked up, and it took me a minute to realise that the question was not rhetorical, but of genuine curiosity. "Ace bandage--you wrap them--sir." Despite my tears and uncomfortable situation, I calmly explained how I had carefully hid my breasts for the past few months until I was ready to come out as transsexual. "So nice." He suddenly gave my breast a rough squeeze, and I yelped out and tried to pull away. He tugged roughly at my bra. "Take it off. Now!" It was a command and I wasn't ready to find out what would happen if I disobeyed. "Yes, sir." I reached behind and unclasped the flower-printed article and let if drop to my feet. The breeze teased my sensitive nipples and a shiver ran up my spine. Jason whistled, then he nodded at the boys, and before I could interpret the meaning of the gesture, the boys had each taken hold of my arms, and held me firmly in front of Jason. Exposed. Vulnerable. The sobs came back; I couldn't help it. Why were they doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this? "Please stop, Jason. Please, let me go home, sir. I never did anything to you!" Jason ignored my desperate pleadings and instead began torturing my nipples. Using his hand and mouth, he began to bite, rub, pinch and squeeze my sensitive aerolas, and I squirmed uncontrollably from the discomfort. I cried aloud. "Stop, pleeeeasse! No more! Noooo!" I was bawling now, but he didn't relent. The two boys were laughing hysterically at my distress. My words turned to squeals, and the pain from my breasts was unbearable. I thought I was gonna die. But nobody could hear me. The clearing was several miles from any semblance of civilization, and our campsite, where I assumed Mark was still sleeping, was a good three miles east, over a foothill. Eventually, as the sensation dulled, I wondered if I was the boys' first victim. Maybe other girls had suffered here, in this same clearing. Maybe they had wondered the same thing. I cursed my naivety. I was such an easy victim. I was weak, alone, and I couldn't report this; the boys were untouchable. No body would give a shit that a transsexual had been taken in the woods. Some would even believe that I had it coming. Finally, Jason relented. My bosom throbbed, but I was still alive. "Alright. Lay her down. On her belly." I slumped in their arms defeated, and they threw me forward onto the ground. I lay still in the grass, having given up. I felt Jason slide my panties off, and I guessed what would follow, but I didn't move nor protest. I just stared into the woods to my right. It sounded like a distant dream as he spat onto his fingers and said something about my ass. Then I felt his finger, and the world around me came rushing back. I was suddenly aware that I was about to be raped, and now that I had already allowed myself to be made completely vulnerable, I decided that I did want to fight back after all. I tried to push off the ground, I really did. But Jason was on top of me, and my strength had waned since I began taking the androgen blockers. I desperately tried to wriggle my way free, but Jason roughly grabbed my shoulder and hauled me back into position. "No!" I reached behind me, blindly striking, but Jason just laughed at my weak blows. I tried to get on my side, but Jason merely pushed me back onto my stomach again. I tried kicking my legs, to no avail. I tried everything, but He was big, and I was small, and I had let myself, in my tormented stupor, to be trapped by his weight. So I would pay the price for my stupidity. "What's the matter, Jenny? Just gonna take your virginity is all. Gonna make you a woman. My woman." He whispered the last two words in my ear as he unbuckled his belt. I thrashed about helplessly, but his weight anchored me to the ground and he unzipped his fly. "Stop! No, no, no, no, no. Don't do this. Don't rape me, please!" I whined, all dignity forgotten. The boys stood by, watching the spectacle, hungrily waiting for their turns. Then I felt him. He rested himself against my anus, and I clamped down reflexively. "My god." Those were the last words I whispered before he plunged into me. My scream ripped through the afternoon air like a gunshot to fill the sky with its agony. I'm sure it must've been loud as hell, because in that moment, when Jason plunged his nearly-20cm into my virgin anus, I saw stars, and my fingers clawed deep into the hard, dry soil while my back arched violently upward. I had never known such pain before in my life. I felt completely filled up, and stretched to the limit. Jason repeated his ramming, each thrust deliberately pulling himself out and slamming back to the hilt with calculated cruelty. "Such a tight one, boys. She's definitely never had a man before." He laughed as he pounded into me. My body jolted uncontrollably with each thrust, and it took me a minute to realise that I had begun wetting myself. I couldn't stop. "Look at that, she's pissing herself. My god, this is great!" He laughed. My face was now covered in a mixture of tears and mucus, my pleas reduced to blubbering, and I didn't much care that I had lost control. I just wanted it to end. The rape lasted for what seemed like and hour. Eventually, my cries of pain subsided and I lay limp in the grass as Jason pounded away, occasionally slapping my rump hard and grunting. Then, his thrusts began to increase in intensity and frequency, and he picked my hips off the ground and held himself deep inside of me as he orgasmed. I didn't react as I felt him unloading inside me, even though it was a new and strange sensation. He pulled himself out of me, and my hips fell back to the earth. He slapped my bottom, then pulled my hair, forcing my head back and off the ground. "How was that Jenny, how did it feel to be my bitch? " He laughed, then dropped my head back to the ground. I just lay there, crying silently into the dirt. Warm fluids were running from my rectum onto my thighs, and I wondered if I was bleeding, or if it was the just the semen from my rapist. Then I felt someone new on top of me. I groaned mournfully as I heard his fly being unzipped. The second and third rapes were not as painful as the first, and they were quicker, too. I just laid there and took it while they got their rocks off. By the time all three were finished, my rectum was throbbing, and I reluctantly placed a finger between my legs to discover whether I was bleeding. I found no blood, only discharge. I slumped back down. I heard hushed voices a few feet away, sounded like an argument. I was too exhausted to care about anything, even the fact that I had been given an opportunity to escape. I slept.