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The Desire Principle: Earth Day

By: timelessembrace



Forward: Feel free to jump directly into the story, but there are two things that might help you before reading this. First, this is a Dream Chapter in a series I am writing called The Desire Principle. You don't need to read any of the series to understand this story, but if you do choose to read some of the other chapters, particularly the first one, you will be able to better understand how Carrie - the main character in this short story - is able to do some of the things that she does.

Secondly, this is a period piece that takes place in the woodland near Fort Indiantown, Pennsylvania on approximately April 24th, 1942. As such you will notice some abnormalities, such as the term 'granula,' and references to Arbor Day, which has now been effectively replaced with Earth Day. I did some serious research on the time period, some slightly less serious research on the location, and some extremely serious research on the real people who inspired me to write the story. I'm hoping that I have managed to achieve maximum authenticity, within the boundaries of a fictional piece of work.

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The Desire Principle: Earth Day

Carrie stretched her arms and legs as she woke from a restful slumber. She rolled over to tug at the canvas flap of her pup tent, peeking out into the wilderness. The sun filtered through the canopy of trees, coming from the east. It looked to be about eight or nine o'clock, and she figured that she had better not spend all of her leave time lying about in her sleeping bag.

She slid out of the pillowy blankets with sinuous grace and crawled on all fours from under the cover of her military issue tent. Once free she enjoyed the sensation of the sun on her bare skin, slowly rising to her feet to allow the gracious light to caress her nude form. She stood among the trees and moss as a spectacular example of human beauty. Long brunette tresses cascaded down her back to rest between her shoulder blades. An errant strand or two tumbled over the front of her collar bone to just barely conceal her pert nipples, which rested upon immaculately sculpted breasts that seemed to need no bra to keep them firm and perky.

Her slender stomach sloped gently down and forward to reach for the bush of deep brown fur that grew between her legs, trimmed but retaining the image of an untamed, natural woman. Away from this tuft her legs extended, the muscles defined yet subtle, toned yet unpronounced. Her dainty knees provided a brief pause to the curve created by her hips, which then flared out again to form her delicate calves and ankles, ending in graceful feet that currently stood on the mossy ground, toes wriggling with pleasure at being free to feel the world beneath her.

The only adornment that touched her skin, apart from the gentle embrace of nature, was a sleek golden heart-shaped pendant dangling from an elegant chain. Detailed etching and embossing along the surface of the charm collected the light that wafted down from between the foliage above, bending it back to create a miniature star which rested stylishly between her breasts. It twinkled gently as she swayed with a soft zephyr for a moment, and continued to glitter with no regard for where it's light source was located as she turned her heels on the light soil and padded away from her camp.

With utterly no care for the fact that she walked about in total nudity among the natural environments of the Pennsylvania wilderness, Carrie strode confidently over to the tree that she had been keeping her food in. She untied a knotted rope and slowly lowered her duffel to the ground, crouching down and retrieving a thick paper bag from within. She dug a hand into the bag and pulled out a bit of granula, which she lazily shoveled into her mouth and began to chew on, gazing at her surroundings with contentment. She enjoyed one or two more bites before folding the bag and stowing it safely back inside the duffel.

She cautiously returned the storage device to its desired elevation and tied the rope it was hanging from around the tree once more. She shielded her eyes and peered upward toward it, spying the jar that she had secured in a like manner. The liquid within the jar was revealed to be a light brown, she was able to tell, as the suns rays glittered across its glass surface. It would be a refreshing jar of sun tea eventually, but she believed that a few more hours of steeping would be needed to get the flavor she wanted. Turning, she made for the brook at the bottom of the hill.

Stopping at the soft, moist soil that bordered the little creek she took a moment to listen to her surroundings. Carrie loved these little trips she was able to make out into the woods, taking another one whenever she had built up enough leave time from the Army base she served on. Over her many excursions she had become familiar with the sounds that were typical. She could tell the difference between an approaching bear or elk, and was rather good at making the distinction between the normal babbling of the brook and the sound of a deer stopping for a drink. She had been fortunate enough to come face to face with a few of the latter, and successfully avoid an encounter with the former.

Today Carrie was satisfied that she was the only wild thing of significance wandering by the stream, so she stepped forward and waded in as far as she could. It was shallow, coming only to her knees, but she could kneel and splash the water over her entire body for a convenient bath. There was no lye at this point in the creek, so this did little aside from help her feel better and wash away a meager amount of the natural oils on her skin, but she also found something incredibly pleasurable about the sensation she got from walking back to the camp with her body slick and wet. The cool woodland breezes were kind enough to tickle her senses often enough, and she hoped that today might be another such occasion.

Once she was content that she had scrubbed at her intimate places enough, she retreated from the cool stream and made her way back up the hill. She had taken the morning at a leisurely pace and was guessing that it was now about eleven in the morning. As she strode up the slope she felt the familiar fingers of the wind brush against her nipples, encouraging them to perk up and become even more sensitive.

Little trickles of water dribbled down her leg from her slowly drying bush, and as they did so made her lips almost as sensitive to the breeze as her breasts had been. She wished that she might catch a gust there, but her legs provided just enough shelter to make it less than likely. She simply shrugged and admitted that nature may satisfy many of her urges, but this one seemed to be a little more demanding.

Again reaching the safety of her encampment she stooped down near the trunk of a large tree where she had set some of her supplies. There was a hand trowel, a sack of fertile soil, and a very small potted maple seedling. She made certain that all was in order, sparing a moment to speak to the baby tree as she had heard that it helped them grow, and stood and turned back toward her tent.

The little canvas pup was hardly a luxurious accommodation, but she found that it was more than large enough to hold the luggage that she brought with her on these trips. She only packed one pair of clothing, which she wore when she left and returned to the Army base. For the rest of her trips she would simply go as nature intended, blending in with the numerous creatures that lived among these boughs all year round. The only other bags she brought along were her duffel, which she filled with granula, dried fruit and tea, and her bread bag which carried her more unique essentials including various feminine products and a small bottle of pills she received from a close friend. The duffel was of course hung from a tree for safety's sake, which prevented it from taking up extra tent space.

Carrie lifted one flap on the front of the tent and crawled inside again, brushing the dirt from the still wet places on her feet and knees that it had clung to. She settled onto her sleeping bag and relaxed for a few moments, enjoying the tranquil quiet of the forest as she savored the sensation of oneness it gave her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, feeling the connection to the earth beneath her, the trees above her, and the wind that pressed against her and filled her lungs. That same wind, in the form of a gentle but persistent gust, pushed through the loosely hanging flap of the pup and embraced her again. It swept past her ankles and up her thighs, then over her stomach and across her breasts. Before reaching that far however she did feel the gentle press against her mound, and a shiver ran through her.

Another deep breath filled her lungs as she cooed with delight while Mother Nature herself licked at Carrie's body. The gust was pursued by a second, and Carrie parted her legs slightly in anticipation. She suppressed a shudder as the soft tongues of the wind slid up her inner calves and thighs, growing tantalizingly closer to her yearning lips. At the last moment she felt the draft lift over her body, missing her anticipant labia and leaving her feeling jilted. But as the wind cooled again it fell over her breasts, tickling her still aroused nipples and sending her into a second wave of pleasure.

She reached down with one hand, the other leading her arm up to arch over her head and gently paw at the bread bag resting at the foot of the pup tent. The elegant fingers on her right hand touched the skin of her abdomen, and then crawled their way down the line of her hip. She walked her fingertips down her upper thigh and stopped them, pivoting her direction back toward her centerline. The movement was evocative, as if to entice a would-be lover, and as she moved she imagined the wind curling around her body in response, unable to retain its amorphous shape.

As the trees rustled, Carrie prepared herself for another rush of air. She relaxed her walking fingers and stroked her palm along the top of the tuft between her legs. Her middle and ring finger slid down the cleft as her others braced themselves along the ledge, and she pressed against herself. The willing flesh parted ever so slightly, allowing her to pull back her outer lips to reveal the inviting pink interior. As this latest gust swept through the open front of the tent she braced herself, knees lifting off the blankets and heels digging into the ground.

The pressure of the wind was greater now, and as it nudged its way along her form she felt a tremor of intoxicating joy. The tender hands of Mother Nature lifted at her hood with careful grace and revealed her throbbing clit beneath. A second ethereal finger stroked at her bud, and Carrie was certain that it seemed to be rubbing against her to create a very tactile sensation. She quivered with ecstasy as the feeling lingered for long moments, and then faded elegantly.

It was only now, in the afterward of a height of pleasure, that she felt the growing familiar sensation of heat at her breast. The heart-shaped trinket, the Pure Heart as she had taken to calling it, was sensing her desires and making them a reality. She took advantage of the subtle warning it provided to focus on her fantasy, elaborating and refining it to a more grandiose scope.

Her imagination crafted an entity that truly embodied nature, but retained the masculine form that she craved. She started with glowing embers as the heart and soul, to give the flame of passion. From this smoldering center rose lines of smoke which widened into a face that was all at the same time ferocious, caring, demanding, and nurturing. Wisps of leaves cascaded from the approximate neck, starting with the dried brown and then fading into yellows and reds, finally ending in narrow fingers comprised of fresh verdant fronds and prickly pine needles. The torso was a swirl of air, a tiny tempest within which little jolts of electricity would dance, and as it narrowed it formed a spear of air at the base, jutting forward at an angle not possible in nature. The tip of this cyclone mingled with droplets of water, and it shifted in length and width in a tantalizing display of what it intended for her body. There was no need for her to craft legs for her imaginary lover, as she would keep him - or it perhaps - quite satisfied and not needing to wander.

As Carrie opened her eyes she found that this amalgam was becoming reality, and she smiled inwardly to congratulate herself on growing yet more adept at controlling the powers within the Pure Heart she possessed. With the last few leaves coming together to make up the arms of her lusty embodiment of nature, she allowed her legs to part even more. The hand which had previously been aiding Mother Nature slid back up to her side, and she gave an enthralling gaze which she assumed would seduce a natural golem as well as it would any man she cast it upon.

The reward for her look did not take long, as the smoky face of the composite bent into a comforting grin. The shape drifted down, and the arms stretched outward to meet the soft skin of Carrie's shoulders. She could not help but giggle slightly as the prickly needles and soft leaves tickled her skin, and as they moved toward her breast she squirmed, but did not really wish to evade them.

All the while as Carrie was preoccupied with the teasing foliage fingers she remained unaware of the whirlwind of wind and water that inched closer and closer to her sex. She wriggled her shoulders as if pinned down, watching the vaporous face contort into broad smiles and concentrated leers. And just as she began to fall into a rhythm of squirming and relaxing again to breathe, she felt a pinch at her right nipple. With a suppressed yelp she realized that the phantom hand was poking at her with a spiny needle. She shot back a glare of mock dissatisfaction at the wispy countenance, but could not hold the look as it faded into a sensuous moan with a second tweak of her flesh.

Her moan became a growl. The swirling winds that had been approaching her groin were even closer now, and began to press against her. Her clit, just barely poking out from beneath its cover, was being persistently licked at as the droplets of water amidst the spinning fingers of air came in contact and then were pulled away mystically. The simultaneous stimulation of her nipples and clitoris verged on unendurable. Her body involuntarily trembled, and she feared that she may already be approaching her orgasm, but felt that it was too soon.

Carrie struggled to push at the formless form of her lover, her body language shifting to indicate her wish for him to relent his assault, but he did not. Small convulsions began to ripple through her midsection, and her arms grew weak and fell to her sides. The windy shaft pressed against her even more, drawing her hood fully away to directly stimulate her clit, as had occurred previously. She collapsed entirely as the irresistible sensations swept through her to her core. Her legs limply drooped to the sides and she simply melted into the feeling. Her groaning became panting as she gasped for air, feeling that she may pass out before enjoying the fruits of her labors. The world spun and dimmed, the ground turned to become the sky, and everything simply ceased to make sense.

But with sheer force of will she retained some vague grasp of reality, and rode the rampant wave of bliss until it met a crescendo. Carrie's body convulsed, her shoulders and back lifting as her head pushed back into the earth. Her knees clenched, pushing into the windy torso of the instrument of her pleasure, and her hands balled up into fists that pounded at the blankets in vain. There was no sound as she reached the height of her orgasm, as she had been unable to breathe for long moments before, but as the sensations reached critical mass she was forced to take in a rasping lungful of air.

Carrie attempted to focus her eyes on the face of the golem. Her newly acquired breath allowed her to moan just a little more as she kneaded at the blanket with her hands. She quivered with the slowly ebbing orgasm even as it faded away, and her eyes slowly drifted downward to the airy vortex that continued to spin about at the entrance to her pussy. Carrie had always been particularly sensitive after sex, and this creature seemed to know just the best way to massage her, allowing her the pleasure of the subsiding sensations without overwhelming her mind in a numbing barrage.

Or so she thought. Head tilting back and body relaxing, Carrie was content to simply lounge in this position for the rest of the day, but her desires had apparently decided otherwise. With little preamble she was suddenly filled with a rapidly expanding and contracting phallus comprised of wind and water. Her eyes and mouth opened, and before she could think she realized that she was screaming in pleasure. The shaft that swirled within her felt strange, but that only made it all the more exotic (and erotic). A twisting and turning rod of warm air and cool liquid that seemed capable of reaching placing within her that no man had ever discovered. She gasped and screamed again, and in this moment was completely lost in her own pleasure.

Carrie's scream became a squeak; she felt her vocal cords grow dry and took in a quick gulp of air before swallowing and attempting to lubricate her throat. In the silent moment she heard a cracking twig off in the distance. She turned her head and attempted to grow still so as to better tune in on the sound, but was disallowed by her lover, who had pulled back slightly, and was now leading another forceful charge into her tunnel. She remained still and silent, but when one of the miniature tongues of lightning amidst the tempest made contact with her still exposed clitoris, her resolve dissipated. "Ooo-ungh..." she groaned, falling backward again.

"Hello? Are you okay?" The sound of a man's voice, ringing clearly through the lightly wooded hill, carried much better than the muffled snap of the twig, and this time it did not go unnoticed by the natural golem.

The smoky face and head of the creature swiveled to look at the slightly swaying tent flap, and then came back to look upon Carrie. The merging expressions of horror and surprise on her face were the last thing it saw as the mystical energy that kept it together evaporated. The fiery coals that were its heart cooled until they were nothing but ash which drifted to the ground, and the leafy arms fell away in chaotic disarray about the tent. As the face faded away into an obscure haze, the whirlwind-cock pulled out, and Carrie was bereft. The swirling air slowed and grew still and the lightning strikes ceased. With a final sigh of a breeze the creature was gone, and the droplets of water that once danced within its ethereal phallus fell to splash on Carrie's lower abdomen and outer labia, resembling some metaphysical ejaculation.

Almost on cue the flap of the tent was pulled back violently, and Carrie found herself staring into the charismatic face of a young man. His dashing brown eyes, though originally on her face as well, quickly took in the entirety of her body, which was quite nude and just a little slick with sweat and a few splashes of water. The man's eyes grew wide and his cheeks flushed a rosy hue, but he did not look away immediately.

Carrie couldn't resist herself, and smirked as she asked, "Well? Do I look okay to you?"

It took the man a moment to realize that he had in fact asked if she was okay, but when the irony dawned on him it was much too late to matter, as he was embarrassed for other reasons by this point. "Oh, um. I just... It sounded like..." he stammered, with Carrie make it no easier as she continued to meet his looks with her impish grin. "I'm sorry," he finally managed to get out, then ducked out of the tent and closed the flap. Carrie could hear him take a few steps away.


The Desire Principle: Earth Day



"You sounded like you were in trouble. I'm sorry," he repeated from outside, seeming to be a good deal more composed now that the ordeal was behind them.

Carrie used the edges of her blanket to clean herself off a little, and made her way to the tent's flap and opened it. "I forgive you," she said coyly. "I guess I was making an awful lot of noise." She grinned as she reminisced over the events that this man had interrupted. She was just getting worked back up, before he had arrived. "Well," she began with a confident tone, "are you going to introduce yourself?"

"Oh, yeah. Uh, Gaylord, but you can call me..." he said in a friendly tone as he turned, finishing while he was facing her with, "Gail..." at which point he trailed off. Gail had expected that he would find her clothed in perhaps a summer dress or maybe a robe with a belt. Instead she stood not three feet away, remaining totally nude apart from a fine gold pendant. He stared, mouth agape, uncertain of what to say.

Carrie just smiled. "Hi, Gail. I'm Carrie." She stepped closer, amused further as this caused Gail to flinch, and offered her hand. He took it, hesitantly, and then seemed to remember himself as he bent forward and kissed the back of it. He's a gentleman after all, thought Carrie, and felt herself blush despite her usual cool attitude. His presently averted gaze allowed her a few moments to appraise his physical characteristics as well as to mull over his social etiquette.

He was a little taller than her, probably average height by Pennsylvania standards. His dark hair was trimmed and neat, and his piercing brown eyes, though not currently directed at her, seemed to contain an inquisitiveness that she found attractive. He stood with the confidence of a businessman, but his countenance was soft and caring. Carrie could not suppress the feeling that this was more than just chance, but with little else to go on she was unable to see why she might have met this man today.

She idly toyed with the Heart at her neck, and an idea crept upon her. For a moment she contemplated the various ways that she could use her amulet to seduce this strapping man. The options were many and varied, and she smiled inwardly as she explored them all, ranging from an innocent romp to a lewd exhibition. Finally she realized something that she had nearly forgotten over her years of using the Pure Heart. She didn't need to use strange powers to convince a man to make love to her. The natural feminine talents that she had always possessed would do well enough. And so she began it, "Do you make a habit of wandering through the woods attempting to rescue damsels in distress?"

Gail smiled bashfully and shook his head a little. "No, not around here at least." He appeared to be a good deal more comfortable. "Why? Do you make a habit of seeming to be in distress, hoping to be stumbled upon by a passing hero?"

It was surprising to see him come out of his shell so quickly, but Carrie rolled with it, smiling. "No, I don't usually get stumbled upon at all."

"You mean you do come out here often?" Gail seemed genuinely surprised.

Carrie nodded emphatically, as if the answer were obvious. "Can you blame me? It's beautiful out here, being so close to nature." Gail smiled at her and chuckled slightly. "What?" she asked indignantly.

"Oh, well. You do look like you're enjoying being close to nature." He gestured at her lack of attire, grinning all the while.

She just smiled back at him. "I guess you've got me there. I was actually enjoying nature quite a lot before you showed up." Gail looked confused, but she just kept going. "It's good that you interrupted me though. I've still got to plant my tree."

Gail looked even more confused at this, and actually vocalized his feeling. "You have to plant what?"

"A tree," she laughed. "What else would I be planting?" She indicated the little seedling off to her left with a smile.

"Okay, okay, you've got me there. What I meant to ask was: why are you planting a tree? There's hundreds of them out here already."

Carrie was very pleased that he'd asked, as she was actually attempting to drive the conversation in this direction. "It's Arbor Day," she answered. Gail's confused expression told her that he was not familiar with the day, as so few were. "It's a nature holiday that started in Nebraska. You celebrate by planting a tree." Gail still looked confused, and she laughed despite him, turning to walk over to the potted seedling and gardening tools.

Gail watched intently as Carrie exchanged the show of her glorious breasts that she had been providing with a picturesque view of her firm ass. She swiveled and sashayed her way over to the trunk of a large tree and bent down to inspect the little pot, spacing her feet apart a little to retain her balance. This posture showed Gail a good deal more than just her cheeks, and he spent as much time as he was allowed exploring the crevasse between her legs. His eyes devoured her hungrily.

Carrie was aware of him, swaying in such a way that she was certain he would have no choice but to watch. As she leaned over her little plant she spread her legs to invite his gaze toward her sex, and she turned her hips over just slightly to assure that he could see it. She took her time collecting the bag of soil and trowel, and when she had it all in hand she arched her back to gracefully stand, lengthening the time that she allowed Gail to peruse her body.

"Do you want to help?" she asked him sincerely as she indicated the potted tree that was nestled between her left bicep and breast. "Unless you brought your own tree," she added with a teasing pout, looking about as if she actually expected to see one.

Gail shook his head to clear it, realizing that she had very likely just caught him staring at her. "Oh, yeah," he replied, then quickly added, "To helping, I mean. I don't have... I mean I didn't bring a tree." He trailed off with another embarrassed blush. Carrie just smiled back at him and started to walk further up the hill to a clearing she had already selected. This also gave her a chance to tease Gail a little with another spectacular view. He took the chance eagerly and followed close, but not too close.

When they reached the hilltop Carrie set down her sack of dirt near a sapling that she had planted on a previous Arbor Day. Her slight pause allowed Gail to catch up, and when she heard his heavy footsteps close behind she continued forward with seedling and trowel still in hand. She reached a spot that she thought felt right, and carefully eased herself into a crouching position on the balls of her feet, knees together. She was willing to show off a lot, but for now she would be keeping that show private.

She set the pot down to her right and poked the trowel into the ground a few inches as a place marker, then glanced back over her shoulder at Gail. He stood just a few feet away, attempting to look as if he had not just been checking out her ass. She suppressed a gloating smirk and simply gestured him over with a friendly wave. He stepped closer, looking almost reluctant. Perhaps in an attempt to hide his discomfort with her continued nudity, he asked her a seemingly randomly inspired question.

"Why are you planting it here?"

Carrie was happy to answer, as she loved sharing her knowledge and passion for nature. "It needs to be far enough away from the other trees." She didn't offer much explanation, but she didn't figure that she needed to. Instead she busied herself with the task of digging out a small hole, about twice the size of the pot that she had brought with her. Gail was more than likely just attempting to make conversation as a way of distracting her from the bulge at the front of the yuppie slacks he was wearing. 

Still, he continued his line if inquiry much to Carrie's surprise. "Buy why? I thought most plants usually grew near others like them."

"Seedlings need room to grow, Gail." Her answer came a little rushed, but she had not intended to be rude. At first Carrie simply went back to her digging, but after two trowels of dirt she felt the pang of guilt, and the worry that her tone might have come across as insulting. She looked at him thoughtfully and then smiled. "You haven't had a lot of experience planting seeds, have you?"

Another blush came, and Gail rushed to attempt a recovery. "Well, I mean sure I have..." but it wasn't needed. He was cut off by Carrie's melodious laughter, which he could somehow tell instinctively was not intended to be harsh or hurtful.

"Slow down, stud. I'm just playing with you." Or I would be, if you wanted, she finished in her mind. "Listen, could you get me that bag of soil? I'm about ready to put it in." Her wording was intentional, and Gail hurried off to the sapling to gather the dirt she was requesting.

When Gail turned back he found that Carrie had moved to the other side of the hole and was now kneeling, leaning back on her feet with legs spread wide. He had a full view of her most intimate places, and with her current pose as it was, he could also see that her lips were just barely parted, and seemed to be glistening with moisture. Gail nearly dropped the bag, but managed to catch it with minimal ruckus. He maneuvered it to conceal his fully grown erection and stepped cautiously toward her.

By the time Gail had reached the hole, Carrie had already discarded her trowel and was working at extracting the seedling from its pot without damaging the roots. Though her fingers were now dirty, Gail still could not help but imagine what it might feel like to have them wrapped around his manhood. He started to get lost in the fantasy, but was thankfully reprieved when he noticed that Carrie had successfully extracted the baby tree.

She set the pot aside and gently cupped the ball of dirt at the base of the plant with her right hand. The fingers of her left hand carefully enfolded the shaft of the seedling tree, and as Gail watched on he was forced to make a mental comparison between his aforementioned fantasy and the suggestive way in which she now handled the young plant. The illusion failed to falter as Carrie leaned forward to bring the seedling closer to its new home. Her first attempt seemed to be less than satisfactory, so she tenderly readjusted her grip with an evocatively stroking motion, and began a second descent.

Gail watched with baited breath as she somehow managed to turn the generally innocent activity of planting a seedling into an enticing sexual innuendo. The original gesture which equated the tree to a shaft and the soil around its roots to a scrotum gave way to a gesture reminiscent of penetration as she repeatedly set the plant into the hole, inspected it briefly, and then withdrew it in favor of finding a better positioning. The display continued for so long that Gail's mouth began to dry and he realized that he was not breathing or swallowing. This seemed even less important as Carrie sighed in defeat, and began to shift her own positioning to suit the task.

First moving her right leg outward, Carrie lifted the knee away from the soft earth and then planted her foot firmly on the ground. This much of a readjustment alone turned the already lewd view that Gail was receiving of her pussy into one that could drive him mad with lust, but she was not finished. She repeated the gestures with her left leg, and finally was left with her weight on the balls of her feet, knees and thighs spread wide on either side of the hole she had dug, and was prominently displaying her vagina for Gail's perusal. The lips were barely parted along with her legs, and she was clearly damp.

"Go on, Gail," she began in a sultry voice. "Aren't you going to put it in?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin at that invitation, and his dick twitched in a feeble attempt to burst through the seam of his slacks. Carrie was spread wide before him and appeared to be offering the most profane proposal that he had ever, and possibly would ever, receive. He began to lift his hand to rub his eyes and see if he was awake or dreaming, and felt the weight of the soil that he carried. All at once it dawned on him that Carrie was indicating the seedling with her hands. To great dismay Gail was forced to admit that she was requesting that he use the loose soil to pack in the tiny plant, and his heart sank. His cock on the other hand was not giving up so easily, and remained at attention, waiting for permission to stand at ease.

Gail blushed one more time as he knelt and untied the top of the sack, avoiding Carrie's eyes all the while. He tilted the bag forward until the soil began to pour out, and then lifted it from the base to be certain to get the dirt all the way around the hole. Once he believed that there was enough, he set the bag down and leaned forward himself, kneading at the loose earth to help it sink in.

Carrie spoke again in her seductive tone. "Be gentle, Gail. It's going to be a tight fit." Her double entendre was growing clearer, and this time Gail spared himself a moment to glance upward at her eyes. They were a vivid hazel, and Gail immediately regretted that he hadn't gotten a good look into them before now. The color was not his only concern however, as he processed the expression that they were conveying. Carrie's eyelids were half closed, and she seemed to be almost looking through him. Her breathing was shallow, but each sharp was distinct. Gail could even see her pulse, the soft skin on her neck quivering as her heart raced to display her excitement. The hand that she had been using to touch the soil was softly brushing against her collarbone, and Gail suppressed a gasp as he allowed his eyes to trail downward to see what the other was doing.

He found the fingers of her clean hand beginning a little digging of their own. Her middle finger had slid between her parted lips and had disappeared up to the second knuckle, while her index finger traced tight circles around her clit. Gail was witnessing a show that his friends back home would never believe, and at this instant he began to wonder if it was all actually happening as well. For fear of discovering his worries to be correct, he simply tried to lose himself in the moment.

Extracting his hands from the soft dirt and hesitating for just a fraction of a second, Gail fell to one knee and brought his other foot over to distribute his weight evenly in front of Carrie. Preempting his next move, Carrie lifted the hand from her collar and gripped the back of Gail's neck. She pulled his face close to hers and pressed their lips together. As her tongue pushed into his mouth, he simply gave in to her desires and they shared a passionate kiss.

With tongues still dancing Carrie released her grip on Gail's neck and reluctantly brought her hand away from her sopping vagina. She started the work of popping open the buttons on Gail's shirt, remiss at the lack of direct stimulation but trusting that this move would be a wise investment. Gail seemed nearly oblivious as he simply continued to rub his wet lips against Carrie's and forcefully explore her mouth with his tongue. She noticed that even his hands seemed to not know what to do, and after she finished removing his shirt she decided to rectify that fact.

Carrie took the limp arms by the wrist and brought them up to rest a palm on each of her breasts. Though Gail seemed a little inexperienced he was not utterly dense, and got the idea quickly. Not relenting from the attention he paid with his tongue, his hands now began to softly knead at her breasts as they had been the earth. There was even a little dirt still on his fingers, but Carrie failed to mind as he began to pinch at her nipples and roll his thumb and forefinger across them, the added gritty feeling of the soil making it somehow more erotic. Who said men can't multitask, Carrie asked to herself before losing focus to the pleasurable sensations.

As Gail busied himself with her sensitive nipples and areolas, so did Carrie busy herself with unbuttoning and removing Gail's pants. Of this Gail was actually able to take note, and he seemed a little uncomfortable. Worried at first that he might be getting cold feet, Carrie attempted to act more quickly. She then discovered his resistant movements to be the result of his awkward positioning. Seeking to not lose momentum, Carrie disengaged the kiss and stood, stepping backward away from the seedling with her hands on Gail's shoulders to tow him along. He lowered his second knee to the ground and was able to crawl after her as she retreated, at the same time succeeding in pulling his pants down to his knees, and following that he slid out of them altogether. The only obstacle to hinder him had been his shoes, but with rough movements he discarded those as well, and finished his trek to meet Carrie as she leaned against a tree that was growing at a slight angle.

When Gail reached Carrie, neither of them now wearing any clothing, he found that she was not interested in returning to ground to continue making out. She wore a devilish smile, and daintily rested a hand on the top of his head. Her legs began to part, drawing Gail's attention toward the point where they met. He licked his lips subconsciously, but as Carrie pulled his face toward her crotch he realized the serendipity of his gesture. Before he could truly appreciate it however, he found his mouth drenched in the dripping juices of Carrie's pussy. He lapped at it eagerly, and she cooed in delight.

Gail snaked his tongue out to press into Carrie's passage, and then curled it upward and pulled it back in, getting tantalizingly close to her clit. This first gesture earned him a shiver of Carrie's body, and he relaxed a little more. He brought his hands up to squeeze at Carrie's bottom as he continued to perform on her. This surprised Carrie, as she had pegged him for an amateur in all respects, but over the following minutes he succeeded in proving her wrong.

After a very brief repositioning, Gail was prepared to do his best. He opened his lips again, savoring the taste of his new lovers snatch. She was quite sweet, and Gail was thrilled at the sensation of her slick lubrication covering his lower face and dripping down his chin. He eased his tongue out for a second time, but on this pass he simply flattened it to a wide spade and dragged it up her lips, and then back down again. He repeated the motion for good measure, lapping up the length of her crack, and then slowly gliding back down to the base. He drew his tongue in again to enjoy the flavor.

Gail now attempted to lift one of Carrie's legs, which she initially resisted. His persistence inspired her to submit, and Gail was free to pull it upward and rest it on his left shoulder. Seeing now that her balance was not so thrown off, Carrie relaxed just in the nick of time as Gail pressed his tongue, now shaped like a short spear, against her perineum, and then slid it into her pussy. Much more persistent now, he pressed as deeply as his tongue would allow and held it there, straining the muscle even as it screamed for rest. When he felt that he was nearly unable to hold it any longer he gently waggled it back and forth, barely moving as it was clenched in place. Carrie moaned just a little, and then as Gail retreated he slid his tongue the rest of the way up to her clit, pushed back the hood, and swirled around it once. Carrie's moan became a muffled yelp, and she sighed as she realized that he had pulled away.

Satisfied that he previous tactics had been correctly chosen, Gail began to repeat and combine them. He would lick at her slit from the base to top, flick at her bud, and then go back to her taint to start again. He pressed into her and then retracted, pushing in again and retreating over and over like a little prick fucking her. When she became accustomed to one maneuver he would change it slightly, swirling around her clit instead of directly stimulating it, or allowing his front teeth to just lightly rake against it as he licked elsewhere. Carrie's moans and gasps became a regular panting. She was now gripping the tree to keep herself standing, and as Gail brought her closer to orgasm she would occasionally convulse.




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Still not satisfied with his angle however, Gail was forced to put great trust in his strength. He lifted Carrie's other leg, sharing the support of her entire weight between his two biceps and the trunk of the tree. She shrieked quietly, and giggled as Gail's support swayed unsteadily for a moment. Her giggle faded into a soft purr as his tongue resumed its exercises of exploring her sex and seeking out new nerves to tickle.

When Gail was comfortable in his new position he angled his neck up a little more and began to furiously tongue at Carrie's clitoris. She took a sharp breath and clenched her thighs against Gail's head for support. He was not slowed. Carrie began to shudder and moan loudly into the wilderness, Gail flicking against her bud and pushing at her hood all the while as if she were perfectly still. When she began to buck her hips he was finally forced to push at her or risk losing contact, and even now his tongue was getting tired and weaker. When he felt that he could persist no more, he stopped his motion entirely for just seconds, which allowed Carrie to catch several rasping breaths, thinking that it was over.

She was proven to be quite wrong as Gail pushed his face forward and pressed back Carrie's hood with his upper lip. The stimulation caused her to tense, and then shriek when Gail began to suck on her tender clit. Within moments of the direct suction being applied to her most sensitive spot, Carrie began to quake with a powerful orgasm. "Ungh," she moaned, "Oh God. Fuck!" Her feeble attempt at forming words failed miserably as the rest of the sound that passed her lips could only be described as unintelligible growling. Gail's face was already quite slick, but as the pussy before him clenched and relaxed he was rewarded with even more lubrication. He continued as long as he dared before pulling back just slightly and lapping at the dripping lips, attempting to get a taste of every drop so that none was wasted.

Gail gently eased Carrie's feet back to the ground, her legs quivering unsteadily. She continued to pant as she lay against the leaning tree, catching her breath while Gail rose to stand before her. They locked eyes, Carrie unable to speak as her breast continued to heave. For once Gail was the one smirking with confidence, and Carrie was in no way inclined to stop him. By her reckoning, he had earned it.

"Are you sure you don't do this often?" she quipped, forcing a laugh despite her trouble getting air.

With a bashful smile Gail uncertainly said, "Thanks?"

Carrie just laughed, a little more easily this time. She took a moment to secure her feet and then leaned forward from the trunk and stepped toward Gail. As she gracefully folded her arms over his shoulders she inhaled deeply, taking in her own aroma as it wafted off of him. The scent was erotic, serving to prepare her for the enjoyment still to come. She drew him even closer and gently kissed his neck, then nibbled it as she let one arm fall to her side. Gail tilted his head to give her better access, and enjoyed the sensation of her tongue and teeth on his skin as his cock, slightly deflated due to the concentration he applied to pleasuring Carrie, returned to full size.

In perfect time Carrie's hand found the base of Gail's prick. She lightly squeezed to test his girth, and he jumped. It was hard for her to deny that his size was impressive, at least in the regard she was able to gauge. She bit a little harder for her last then bent away to look at Gail properly. Her eyes drifted south until she was able to properly survey his manhood, and when she reached it they widened.

Although Carrie had not exactly seen an abnormally high number of male members in her time, she did feel that she had a fairly accurate grasp of what was average. Following the scale that she had formed from experience, she had to say that Gail stacked up as extraordinary by all regards. He measured at somewhere a little over eight inches, she assumed, and it was possible that he might have surpassed nine. She had already estimated his girth to be comparably impressive, but in clear view she realized that he must be nearly two inches in diameter.

She skeptically considered the Pure Heart. She wondered if she had perhaps subconsciously desired for Gail's endowment to be impressive, and if so she had in essence given him the blessing that she had previously been wowed by. Still, she supposed, that it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and she figured that this horse was going to be giving her a mouthful as it was.

Though she had only just begun to count herself as a lucky girl, Carrie became a little embarrassed as the notion dawned that she may even have trouble accommodating him. The trepidation however quickly gave way to a thrill. Gail was by far the largest man she had ever encountered, and she suddenly felt giddy at the prospect of feeling herself filled to maximum capacity.

Gail broke into her waking fantasy with a forward question. "So, is turnabout fair play?"

Carrie grinned and began to nod her assent, already feeling her knees buckle to come face-to-cock with the stud of her dreams, but stopped herself before following through. She knew that some part of her deeply wanted to suck on the monstrous dick she currently held in her slender fingers, but was that really what she wanted most? Certainly she could have her cock and eat it too, but the need to have it inside of her felt so much greater than her longing to simply slurp down a load of cum. After what amounted to only an instant of deliberation, Carrie changed her nod to a shake of the head, and Gail looked rightly confused.

Adding further to Gail's bewildered expression, Carrie lowered herself on unsteady legs until she was looking at her new lovers manhood, her ass perhaps a few inches from the ground. Gail's eyes watched her mouth as it lingered tantalizingly close, and when she parted her lips and exhaled a hot breath on his scrotum he felt that he was really going to get what he desired. Carrie's face bobbed closer as well, and swiveled to inspect his cock from many angles with her inviting mouth always just a hair's breadth from making contact. Gail was starting to go mad with the anticipation, but also felt that the wait would indeed be worth it. And then Carrie descended the rest of the way to rest her bottom on the soft grass, falling away and lying down in the turf.

Gail was allowed precious seconds to feel jilted by the denial before Carrie reached between her legs, spread her thighs, and used two fingers to pull away her outer labia and reveal the pink within. The look on her face said it all, and Gail felt that he might nearly explode right then as it became glaringly evident of what she was commanding him to do.

A thought came to Gail. "Do you, umm... A rubber?"

In response to Gail's poorly completed sentence, Carrie simply began laughing that melodious laugh that she laughed so well. Gail had no idea why she would shirk off the notion of protection, but he felt some odd sensation of security at witnessing her confidence. Composing herself, Carrie huskily commanded him, "Don't worry about that," and gestured for Gail to come closer. He did.

Carrie felt almost silly with how much she relished the soon to come sensation of Gail's unrealistically large penis being pressed into her. She imagined what it might feel like and how it might look, despite the fact that she knew that the actual sensation and sight were at hand. Gail was likewise rather anticipant, trembling almost imperceptibly as he watched himself approach her eager vagina as if it were not even under his control. The two were at that moment a more perfect pair than perhaps they ever could be, sharing equally in the joy of a first experience.

When the head of Gail's cock touched the soft pink flesh of Carrie's pussy they both immediately returned to the reality of the now. Their eyes shot up to meet one another, and then returned to the point of their union together. Carrie was lying with her back flat on the soft ground, knees bent and legs spread to be accommodating, her head lifted and neck strained. Gail's weight was divided between his knees which rested between Carrie's feet, and his hands which were planted on the earth on either side of her breasts. There they remained frozen as they savored their position. When Gail looked back up at Carrie's face, she gave a subtle nod, and he allowed the building urge in his hips to buck forward to take hold.

Gail's first thrust was just enough to get his head in, and Carrie grunted just a little in surprise. Despite knowing that it had been coming, the sheer size of the dick was still quite a powerful experience for Carrie to deal with. Gail paused, almost beginning to withdraw, but Carrie shook her head violently and scooted her ass toward him, driving the first full inch of his cock into her. She inadvertently cringed at the pressure within her, but she knew that the slight discomfort she was feeling would subside, and so she hid her expression as best she could. Unable to form words, she simply nodded emphatically for Gail to continue.

With an easy pace he allowed his weight to fall forward more and more, sinking two and then three inches into Carrie. The resistance provided by her tight pussy felt sublime. Even with the concerns for her wellbeing at the front of his mind, Gail was hard pressed not to press on a little harder. Carrie's breath could not be mistaken though, as it came in short gasps and rasping sighs. Gail waited at that depth for her to steady out, and as she slowly regained her composure she again indicated for him to continue, the nod now weaker as her brow was becoming quickly crowded with sweat.

In slipped Gail's next few inches, and while he found it easier to proceed he was forced to slow his approach for fear of becoming too sensitive himself and reaching a premature conclusion. With a little over two thirds of his shaft sheathed in Carrie, he gave another moment of pause for her to deal with it.

At this time Carrie gave her neck a rest and at her head in the cool grass. She swooned with pleasure, and was finally able to vocalize it. "Jesus, Gail. You... I've never had anyone this big. You're fucking amazing." She turned to see his face, which was either blushing or just flush with exertion. She gazed beyond him however to see the sky above. The canopy of vibrant green leaves and earth-toned branches was currently alight with the golden rays of the sun, swaying in a breeze that seemed to move the entire world. Far above was the great dome of the sky, a great steely grey hemisphere tinged blue by the early afternoon. The sun, lounging languidly on high, danced from cloud to cloud as they drifted along. Each seemed a little darker and heavier, and Carrie realized that the cool breeze might be indication of coming rain.

Perhaps believing that this was as far as he was permitted to go, Gail began to pull out to prepare for a second drive, but Carrie would have none of it. Her arms and legs sprang to life from their relaxed positions, hands clasping his shoulders and ankles crossing behind his buttocks. Gail eyed her with false suspicion and barely hidden anticipation, and she gazed back with an equally potent look of desire. Biting her lip Carrie contemplated the wisdom of her choice, but she knew that it was now or never. She tightened the muscles in her legs and reached around Gail's neck, lifting her shoulders off the ground as she pulled his pelvis to press firmly against hers. The remaining length of his rigid prick was forced into her, engorging her pussy as his balls slapped weightily against the soft cushion of her ass.

The sky seemed to all at once lose its color. Carrie's limbs felt as if they should be giving out but she simply gripped tighter, breasts and firm nipples pressing against Gail's chest, eyes wide with amazement at the part of her anatomy that were being touched for the first time. She was suddenly experiencing the world anew, and she wanted to hold herself in this moment forever. Her awareness was divided and yet focused, and she could feel the strong pulse of Gail's member inside of her while also listening to the gentle rustle of leaves all around. There was a unique oneness in this experience, bringing her at the same time closer to herself, closer to Gail, and closer to Mother Nature. Carrie was not even aware of the cry of pleasure that had erupted from her lips, but Gail had heard it, and he allowed himself a naughty grin of satisfaction.

Moments later as her muscles actually did begin to loosen, a few droplets of cool rain tapped against Carrie's forehead, Gail's back, and the ground all about them. Carrie simply closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, and she felt Gail pulling slowly and easily out of her until only half of his shaft remained. All sensations of pain or discomfort washed away, Carrie allowed herself a heaving moan of pleasure when Gail thrust back into her. This motion came much more quickly than the first, and though Carrie did feel as if she could simply burst with the size of his cock, he was able to glide in easily thanks to the ample lubrication her excitement had provided. When Gail pulled out for a third plunge she found herself beginning to writhe beneath him, and as he reached full penetration she convulsed again to bring her breasts closer to his body.

Carrie's recent orgasm had faded to leave her senses diminished slightly, and so despite Gail's great length and girth she was allowed a slow build toward a pleasurable climax. The repeating sensation of Gail's prick steadily pumping into her acted like a form of hypnosis, blanketing her in a sense of serenity even as she trembled with delight.

Gail fell into a steady but pleasurable rhythm, drawing out half way and then sinking back into Carrie's slick passage to elicit another spasm or shudder each time, when he realized that he was being quite neglectful of one of Carrie's finest assets. The light rain had served to both moisten the two lovers' skin and also clean off the dirt that they had found its way onto their bodies in the initial phases of their fondling. Seizing his new opportunity, on his next thrust Gail craned his neck forward and parted his lips, planting them securely on Carrie's nipple. "Ooh," she sighed in content, and followed with a hissing, "Mmm yesssss..." as he swirled and swished his tongue.

Carrie's body was being teased and tantalized in exciting new ways, and she found that she could not be content to simply wriggle about beneath Gail as his mammoth cock plowed into her over and over again. Her hands reached around his sides and she began scratching at his back. Her fingernails were trim, unable to pierce skin, but with each humping motion he made she would scrabble at his skin and attempt to somehow pull him in deeper. She began tossing her head from side to side and pulling her own hips back so that Gail's strokes were longer and more stimulating. Amidst this all she still managed to moan and grunt, announcing to the forest what pleasure she was being given.

The continued stimulus Gail applied to Carrie's breasts did not relent, and she squealed with delight each time he would flick his tongue. He finally chose to switch to the other side, and found it already quite moist. The previously errant raindrops had progressed to a gentle drizzle, and now felt pleasantly warm as the sun continued to illuminate the clearing when it was able to find a spot to peek through the blanket above. On his second target Gail began to also occasionally nip at Carrie's flesh with his teeth, careful not to harm her but always applying enough pressure to get a brief jolt of reaction. She responded to his new tactic by contorting her neck to playfully bite at his neck, but when this failed to produce the reaction she desired she instead removed one hand from his back and reached between their hips to caress Gail's balls as they rocked back and forth toward her. This latest action gratified Carrie very much as Gail now joined in more vociferously with her own groaning. She would tickle, getting a soft moan or sigh, and then squeeze to listen to him grunt as he lost focus and began to succumb to her devious manipulations.

It was hardly surprising when Gail began to accelerate his tempo, and Carrie reacted in kind by attempting to clench her vaginal walls to little effect. She was simply being spread too wide to make a difference, but Gail couldn't complain. He simply continued to hammer into her with all of the strength that he could muster, increasing speed with each stroke and panting heavily in Carrie's ear.

"I'm... going... to..." Gail huffed.

Carrie knew his meaning before she even processed the words, and was already grunting back to him, "Fill me up, honey. I want you to fucking cum inside me." Her orgasm did not feel so close as she was certain Gail's was, but the mental picture of his huge cock squeezed into her as his semen leaked out from around it was doing well to edge her along toward physical bliss.

The sounds of lustful grunting, wet slapping, and sensual moaning rang through the Pennsylvania trees in contrast to the gentle pattering of the rain. Gail felt the nerves at the base of his shaft begin to burn with pleasure and contemplated pulling out for just a splinter of a moment before recalling Carrie's demand to the contrary. With new inspiration he attempted to drive even deeper with each thrust. Carrie erupted in delighted squeals at the added vigor, and the music of her voice pushed Gail beyond the point of no return. At the apex of one withdrawal he grunted, and as his cock pushed back into Carrie's pussy it was preceded by a swell of white-hot liquid fire.

Carrie could feel the burning surge of semen within her. Gail pulsed again when he was as deep as he could manage, and another rush of heat gushed from his shaft, filling her up and pushing back up the length of Gail's member where it could find room between his throbbing flesh and the walls of her already sopping cunt. The feeling sent her wild as he continued to pump her with seed, a veritable river of cum pouring from the point where their bodies joined. Carrie's own orgasm was so close, building higher and higher toward release. Gail plunged into her several times more, forcing more sticky sperm to ooze out of her. He drove deep one final time, lifting Carrie just to the edge of her climax. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her thighs around Gail's midsection. Her toes curled, her fingertips dug into Gail's back, and she bit down as tightly as she was able to on his shoulder without drawing blood as she attempted to suppress her scream.

As Gail's formerly rigid body began to loosen, Carrie realized in shocked dismay that she was still clinging to the brink of an incredible orgasm. She felt herself slowly sliding back away from it as the prick buried inside of her softened and allowed even more semen to pour out. Struggling not to cry, she desperately pulled Gail closer, but there was no effect as his member was incapable of stimulating the deepest reaches that she had been craving for it to touch.

The rain seemed to empathize with Carrie's circumstance. Just as she had reached the height of her pleasure and then been dragged away, so too did the rain slack off. Carrie glanced about at the lingering droplets as they rolled off of the leaves and boughs. She felt as if Mother Nature was attempting to commiserate with her in some way, shedding the tears of frustration that Carrie herself held back.

"Is everything okay? You wanted me to do that, didn't you?" Gail's voice sounded sincere. Carrie had done nothing to hide the fact that she was attempting to prolong the experience, and he was keen to pick up on what the problem was, but was a little embarrassed to actually ask it bluntly.




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Carrie swallowed hard, whetting her vocal cords enough to speak. "I'm... so close. Ugh," she groaned, releasing Gail and falling flat on her back.

Gail seemed at first to wish not to withdraw, but it was obvious that he was capable of doing little good in his approaching state of flaccidity. He carefully extracted himself. His member was still respectable in size, even when not erect, so he took his time in releasing Carrie to allow her to adjust. She sighed as he vacated, and when he sat back on his heels she looked up at him.

She wasted no time on formalities. "How long before you can go again?"

"Honestly," Gail began, "I usually have a little trouble keeping it hard after a good one." He spoke with emphasis indicating that he really wasn't accustomed to talking so blatantly about sexual matters. He was however able to finish with, "And that was a really, really good one for me."

Carrie sighed again, but even as she felt her diminishing sensitivity ebbed away she was left with an idea. "How about..." she began suggestively, lifting herself to her knees and bending forward to reach for Gail's cock. Her tongue shot out and raked the tip, causing Gail to groan and Carrie's mouth to fill immediately with the taste of his and her sex mingled together.

Gail smiled but spoke with honest regret. "That might help get me started, but I'll cool off again. It'll to be a little while before I can keep it going after you take your mouth away."

Carrie bobbed, pushing Gail's slick head between her lips. She grinned around his cock and applied a little suction before pulling away to admire the results of her efforts as his shaft stiffened a little. "Actually I think I know a way to keep you interested." Gail arched an eyebrow, not quite certain what she was getting at, but when she placed her warm mouth back over his reawakening penis, he stopped caring.

As her tongue continued to work over Gail's increasingly large prick, Carrie reached between her legs and dipped two fingers into her drenched pussy. Gail's cum was slick, combined with her own natural lube, and she coated her digits with it. She withdrew her slender fingers and turned her hips over so that she could reach deeper between her thighs. While hungrily gobbling at Gail's shaft she blindly explored her own flesh attempting to reach her goal.

First just the tip of her index finger slid into her anus, but once she had managed to work it in past the second knuckle she drew it out and inserted both of the slick probes. As she suspected, the viscous fluids were a convenient lubrication, and she was beset with a capricious thrill at the thought of being moments away from feeling Gail's impressive member fill her final hole. He meanwhile moaned with appreciation of her efforts, his manhood becoming rigid as he remained ignorant of the surprise that was in store. Carrie returned her fingers to the dripping font between her legs and then applied the additional slippery substance to her alternate entrance. She wished that she could have a little more time to lubricate, but she was pressed to act before her nerves gave out.

Gail twitched when Carrie bit lightly before opening her mouth and backing away, leaving him slick with her saliva. She put her weight onto one knee and gracefully spun around to present him with a lovely look at her ass, and glanced over her shoulder seductively. Gail couldn't help but display a dumbstruck grin as he wondered at her intentions. "New position? I'll try it, but..." he began to warn Carrie. She had descended to rest one palm on the damp grass and was twisted at the hip so that her other hand could reach back to softly stroke Gail's erection, which as he had predicted was starting to show signs of weariness again.

When he felt his wilting cock reach resistance Gail was force to break contact with Carrie's sultry eyes and look down to identify the problem. The slender fingers of his lover's hand were gently guiding him toward an orifice that he had not expected to exploit. His eyes quickly rushed back up to meet Carrie's, but she spoke before he could.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asked with a note that sounded not unlike innocence. Gail simply shook his head, having lost the capacity to speak. Carrie expressed a look of smug triumph and rocked back toward Gail's hips. The movement surprised him and he began to back away slightly, but not quickly enough to thwart Carrie's plans. The head of his cock pressed beyond the constricted entrance to her asshole, and Gail's lungs emptied themselves with a low groan. His concerns about not managing to maintain an interest were distant enough that even calling them a memory would be an overstatement. Quite contrarily, he was more aroused than he believed that he would ever be.

Carrie had just barely taken in the first inch and a half of Gail's manhood and was already swooning. His size was stretching her, as she knew it would. There was a peculiar feeling of naughtiness that made Carrie appreciate anal sex, a feeling of punishment or subjugation that allowed her to release the commanding attitude with which she usually embraced the world. This time however, with Gail's large endowment, the sensation was heightened. She took her time, simply allowing her body to relax. The powerful thumping of Gail's member throbbing in her anus sent shockwaves though her core. When she felt her muscles at ease enough, she began to push back again.

Gail had been quite oblivious to Carrie's stagnancy. In all of his past exploits with all of his sexual partners, not once had the concept of anal sex arisen. Gail had heard about it of course, and had once or twice fantasized about slipping and attempting to pass the deed off as an accident, but the idea of it really happening was so clearly alien to him. Her tight sphincter gripped him carefully, thrumming in time with her heartbeat. Even as Gail was so close to his last climax he was aware that another would come in time, and then as Carrie began to bring her ass toward him and swallow more of his rigid cock into her forbidden hole, his mind swam with delirious pleasure.

With the greater part of her body's adjustment concluded, Carrie was able to devour Gail's cock with her anus in one fluid, if slow, motion. She steadily inched back further and further, never quite stopping but easing at such a pace that she was almost disappointed when she felt his balls pressing against her lips. She finally allowed herself to breathe.

Gail perceived this new pause, unlike the one previous. He gawked at the sight of his prick simply disappearing at the entrance to Carrie's bum, but when she halted with it sunk all the way inside of her, he felt his masculine urges begin to surge to the surface. With cautious care, he brought the arms that had been hanging quite limply at his sides up and rested his hands gently on Carrie's hips. He was not entirely certain what part of him had been so inspired to take control, but he watched eagerly to see what his body would do next.

His fingers pressed against her skin until he felt that his grip was sound and he anchored his weight there. When he began to pull away he was astonished to feel that Carrie's rectum gripped his cock and seemed to be trying to hold it inside of him with much of the same force as it had been seeming to reject him upon his entrance. He shuddered involuntarily as he again was swept with the reality of what he was doing, and when Carrie groaned he felt all the more drunk with pleasure. Gail stopped when he had retracted about half of his shaft, fearing that if he went to far he would be pushed out by her powerful sphincter, and reversed momentum to drive back into her. His cock twitched in response to his sensitive skin being squeezed tightly. Carrie groaned as he began to move back into her, and when he again sank to the hilt she grunted and pushed backward to be certain that she enveloped every millimeter.

Carrie was merely struggling to retain some sense of her surroundings as she felt the repetition of the warm shaft entering her. Her mind's eye was overwhelmed with the images of what Gail's point of view might look like, and she imagined the emotions that must have been running through him. She reveled in the notion that she was being violated anally by the largest prick that she had ever touched, and she didn't even know the last name of the man it belonged to. Displaying great presence of mind, Carrie lowered her upper body to rest on the support of just one elbow, the hand at the end of her other arm drifting down the length of her body to reach her wet lips, still sticky with Gail's first load of cum, and part them in search of her sensitive clit. As she found it she began to work diligently at stimulating the delicate bud.

Both lovers moaned and grunted in tandem as they experienced a mutually unique connection. Gail marveled at the incredible sensation of his manhood being milked by the asshole of an experienced woman, each little contraction of her sphincter lifting him higher toward what seemed as if it could be the most mind blowing orgasm of his life. Carrie was astonished at how wide she was being spread, and when she dipped two fingers into her vagina she could feel Gail's prick moving against them from within her ass. She was sent into a frenzy knowing that he was defiling her most private place, drawing the utmost carnal pleasure from filling her taboo orifice with his erect cock.

The walls of Carrie's pussy and ass began to convulse as she felt herself nearing orgasm. She feverishly manipulated her clit with her thumb as she continued to fuck herself with two fingers, and enjoyed the illicit sensation of having Gail in her anus. She felt the muscles in her abdomen clench and began to scream, "Oh fuck, Gail. That's so... Ungh! Fuck my ass!" Gail was clearly already enjoying doing just that, but he took the new instruction to heart and increased his pace. Carrie's increasingly more frequent contractions added to the incentive as he enjoyed a heavy-handed massaging of his cock, listening to her squeal with delight as her climax began.

The rush of Carrie's orgasm covered her fingers in sweet, sticky nectar. Her supporting arm collapsed and she rested with her face and chest on the ground, still groaning in the back of her throat as Gail thrust into her over and over again. She released the pressure on her suddenly hypersensitive clit and plunged three fingers now as deeply into her tunnel as she could manage from this angle, and clenched tightly with both holes. Gail grunted, but did not slow down.

When her climax had finally subsided, Carrie sighed with relief. The long awaited apex had proven to be worth a slight delay. Even as she enjoyed her aftermath however, she was aware of the fact that Gail continued to piston into her from behind, apparently not having reached his own conclusion. Rapidly Carrie came to realize that what had originally been a forbidden thrill was now simply becoming forbidden. Gail was after all a rather snug fit, and with her excitement diminished she was not so eager to have such a large cock filling out her ass.

Carrie twisted at the waist and placed her hand behind her, palm resting on Gail's lower stomach. He froze, the look on his face seeming not unlike a deer caught off guard by headlights. "Oh God. Did I hurt you?" He began to pull out, a little too quickly.

"No, no," Carrie interrupted, moving with him to prevent herself from a somewhat unpleasant sensation of immediate emptiness. "But I've got something else in mind." She slowly eased forward and finished pulling herself away from Gail. "You didn't think I'd leave you high and dry, did you?" she asked as she turned again to face him. Carrie then bent forward and enclosed her lips over his cock again.

Gail was even more shocked by this. He could hardly believe that Carrie had wanted him to fuck her in the ass to begin with, but to then watch her take the same cock that had just been up her asshole and suck on it, it was just too much. There was some erotic kind of nasty about the idea that simply sent him wild. Gail would not need much encouragement to reach a climax now, but Carrie performed fantastically regardless. She pumped his base with one hand while her mouth bobbed over his head and licked at the sensitive vein on the underside.

It was an amazing look from Gail's perspective. He watched as if hypnotized as Carrie cleaned all of his and her juices from his shaft and then continued to apply a strong suction, seeking to empty his balls one more time. With a low grunt Gail signified that he was close, and he closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back. Much to his disappointment the sensation stopped just then, and he looked downward again. He found that Carrie's mouth was still wrapped around his cock, but she was not moving. She rested there, gazing upwards. When Gail met her eye contact, she began to move slowly, first taking as much of his shaft as she could, and then pulling away until only the head was in her mouth. Gail got the idea, keeping his eyes open and focused on hers. With only his tip still between her moist lips she swished and flicked her tongue all about his sensitive head, finishing with a bit of a poke as if she was attempting to fit her tongue into his hole. She concluded the action by sliding her lips back down the pole just as slowly as she had pulled off of it.

Gail simply watched and waited. It was so erotic to see what she was doing to him, eyes locked to make the experience so much more personal. With each stroke Carrie became more forceful, raking her teeth along his flesh, sucking that much harder, and snaking her tongue out to tickle at his scrotum when he was as deep as she could take him. His cock twitched just once when Carrie swirled around the head in just the right way, and she knew what was coming.

With the speed of a striking viper Carrie lunged her head forward to take as much of Gail's shaft into her mouth as she could. His first stream of cum splashed against the back of her throat and she swallowed hungrily, managing to keep her eyes open and locked on Gail's. For the second shot she pulled his cock out most of the way and began to pump him with both hands, allowing the thick fluid to simply pool on her tongue, but with the third she realized that there was going to be too much as a little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Carrie was forced to just continue swallowing as Gail convulsed again and again. She was amazed with the sheer volume, even more impressive given the recentness after his first climax, but soldiered on with eyes wide as she drank down his hot semen.

As soon as she was satisfied that he was empty, Carrie casually released Gail's member from her mouth and eased herself back onto the grass with her body all aglow in her satisfied state. Lifting herself up on her elbows she reclined and watched Gail limply slump over onto his side, panting heavily. He gazed at her with a look that belied his complete exhaustion, but Carrie thought she could sense a bit of appreciativeness in his eyes as well. As they both lay there drinking in the reality of the situation they were able to become aware of the rolling thunder off in the distance, and the fact that the sky had now become heavily overcast.

Now conscious of the environment Gail felt suddenly exposed, and shivered in as he gazed up at the cold grey clouds above. The realization that a storm was approaching made him all the more concerned. He found himself on his feet in short order, covering himself out of habit. Carrie laughed and he glance over to see her seductive shape still in the grass. The sight was enough to ease him, at least a little bit.

"It's going to rain. We should get out of the woods," Gail remarked.

Carrie was shaking her head before he had even finished speaking. She got to her feet as well and explained, "It's going to start up before we could get a half mile." She picked up the trowel and empty bag, poked at the soil around the seedling until she was satisfied that they had done a good job of planting it, and turned to walk back to her camp. Without looking back she called out, "Besides that, you weren't worried about the rain before," with a smirk. Gail simply sped up to follow her, not having a decent retort at the tip of his tongue.

When he had made up enough ground to be standing beside Carrie, Gail asked the question that he had been seeking an opening to pose for some time now. "How do you... Why don't you worry about... getting pregnant?" His sidelong glance was met by an oddly poised smirk. Carrie kept the answer to herself for a few more steps, seeming to be sizing Gail up before choosing to satisfy his curiosity.

"I have a friend," she said finally, looking forward again. "Rusty. He's a chemist, a real genius. He's going to be famous some day, you just watch. Anyway, he sells me these pills. Made from horse hormones or something, I don't really understand all of it." Carrie glanced over at Gail to assess his reaction as she concluded, "They're anti-pregnancy pills."

Gail's eyebrows rose up toward his hairline as she explained. His walk slowed a little, his brain going through the motions of trying to comprehend what Carrie had just told him. Before long he had stopped completely, Carrie continuing on into the area of her camp. Gail watched her ass sway in a sensuous dancing motion as she drew further away from him. He read the papers like any regular Joe, and he'd never heard of anyone coming up with an anti-pregnancy pill. But then again, he realized he also hadn't ever wandered into the woods for a little nature hike and wound up making love to a beautiful stranger, so he was willing to let this little surprise pass without further analysis.

Carrie tossed the bag and spade into the front of her pup tent and then immediately began to tug at the line securing her bag from a branch above. Gail came over and helped as best he could with his rudimentary wilderness survival skills, and started up a new line of conversation.

"Won't it be dangerous to stay out here in a storm?" His voice was not masking his fear in any way.

Carrie did her best to not sound amused by the idea of a fully grown man afraid of something that she shrugged off so easily. "Not really. The trees near here are all fairly young, so they won't blow over. I set up camp here for that reason. And any lightning that strikes will hit the trees before it hits the ground, so unless we're so unlucky that it hits just the right tree and that tree falls at just the right angle to hit our tent, we'll be right as rain." She hadn't intended the pun, and decided not to draw attention to it in hopes that Gail wouldn't notice. He didn't.

"What about the rain? Will it soak through the tent?" Gail seemed to be full of potential worries. Carrie smiled at him reassuringly, shaking her head.

Once they had pulled down her food supply and the jar of tea beside it Carrie crawled into the little tent, Gail following and making no attempt to hide that he was staring at her ass. Inside she pushed all of her gear off to the end and turned back to Gail, grinning as she caught him checking her out. "We should be dry as a bone in here," she said, following up with a meaningful glance at Gail's package. "If you want your bone to stay dry, that is." Gail blushed a little, but didn't hide it.

"Anyway, this tent is military issue," Carrie continued as she tied the front flap closed to prevent it from waving in the wind. "I'm a nurse at the army base in..."

"Wait," interrupted Gail. "Don't tell me you're stationed at Fort Indiantown?" Carrie nodded, looking a little concerned at Gail's reaction at first, but then he started to laugh and she eased a little. "I'm just enlisted," he explained. "We're going to be serving together."




The Desire Principle: Earth Day



Carrie was at first a little shocked, then the idea of Gail's large cock being at her beck and call sunk into her mind. She grinned wide at Gail and leapt forward to hug him, almost knocking him onto his back. As he realized what was happening he began to hug back, and they eased into a lying position together, wrapping themselves in the blankets that Carrie had available.

As their tongues mingled and danced, and as their hands began to again explore each others bodies, Carrie realized that this could be the beginning of a relationship much deeper than she had ever had in the past. She felt the slight weight of the Pure Heart dangling between her breasts and sighed. She was sorely tempted to take it off, realizing that her desires were being quite successfully fulfilled without it, but she stopped herself.

Carrie had always had a deep appreciation for nature, and she did have a great desire to share that with others. As she felt Gail slide down her body to begin to pay his special form of attention to her nether regions, she began to idly manipulate the little heart-shaped charm. She cooed in enjoyment as the first heavy droplets of rain fell on the heavy canvas tent. Carrie had as of yet been unable to effectively spread her love of the wild on to others, but now she felt she had an opportunity. Her other hand slid down and she ran her fingers through Gail's hair, a shudder passing through her body, and she knew somehow at that instant that he would be the instrument through which she could proliferate a deep and meaningful appreciation for the planet that we all live on. After all, Carrie thought, everyone should be able to have an afternoon like this one.

Happy Earth Day everybody!

Afterward: As I stated above, this is a completely fictional piece of work. This is a fantasized version of events that could have potentially happened, but nothing herein is intended to suggest that these events actually occurred. Furthermore I am not suggesting in any way that the persons after whom these characters are named may have acted, or would ever act, in the ways I depicted here. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. As such I have also bent the timeline slightly, the best evidence of which is Carrie's reference to taking an anti-pregnancy pill, even though the pill would not be commercially available for another decade at least. However since this is Science Fiction, and since the inventor of the pill lived in Pennsylvania in the 1940's and had been doing his research since the early '30's, I felt justified in taking a little creative license.

The attentive among you may have figured it out already, but for those who aren't quite so up on your Earth Day history, I'll explain. The leading man in this story is named Gaylord. He is modeled after (but not intended to actually represent) the real person named Gaylord Nelson, a United States Senator. Gaylord Nelson would meet his future wife, Carrie Lee Dotson, in approximately 1942 when they were both stationed at the Fort Indiantown military base in Pennsylvania. Years later Senator Nelson would go on to found Earth Day, on April 22nd in 1970. I'm certain that the Senator's motivations for increasing national and global interest in our collective environment were varied and quite noble. In the world of erotic fiction however, I thought that I might be able to lend a slightly different impetus for the founding of [what should be] the most important annual celebration on this planet.