1 comments/ 17396 views/ 0 favorites Waterfall By: Wildeyedwendy "I had decided I would not masturbate anymore. I was doing well, went 2 weeks and wasn't thinking about it at all. So there I am, lying in the bathtub, nursing my sunburn and reading a steamy romance." Sighing quietly, she pauses a moment to gather her thoughts. "Go on," he intones in a low voice, his interest avid. "The man is of the Fae world, and is tempted by this woman with sun-fire hair; but he is determined to resist her, to resist the call of his world to mate with her and return to his world, leaving her with child, never to see her again..." Trailing off, her eyes grow distant and dreamy, her body quivering almost imperceptibly. Unconsciously licking her lips, the motion seductive and innocent, she continues. "He pulls her away from a masked ball to a waterfall, the fall in which he either draws his Fae strength, or fade, never to live in either world again. He is determined he will love this one woman for the rest of his life, but she refuses to trust him, knowing what he is, and unable to believe that he would give up his immortality for her. "The woman is sure he is setting out to deceive her. To get her with child to meet his own selfish interests, while showing her the greatest pleasure possible - more than any mortal man can show her - leaving her wanting and empty for the rest of her life. No man able to fulfill the passions he is determined to awaken within her. Such is the myth. He is a man of legends, and she simply had to resist him, or yearn for him the rest of her scandal-ridden life." "But still he bewitches her by the moonlight and the fall of water. They are both soon naked, he is kissing her passionately, and she is unable to resist. His cock is resting in her hot nest of curls, and the otherworldly voices as well as his every instinct is chanting for him to consummate this timeless union. She is so aroused, she can not resist... she is his for the taking, despite her screaming brain telling her it is wrong... her body betrays her and she can not resist its call." "What it might feel like to feel those things and then have me there with you to take it even further with my own body?" He intones, reckless with his own bourgeoning arousal. Determined to finish her story, she forces herself to resist his determined distraction. "She reaches for his cock to touch him, to encourage him to take her... and he spills his seed right there on the ground. Sending her away, proud of himself for resisting the urge to take this woman he loves... he is immediately sent back to the Fae realm to face his punishment. A trial for immortality, which he wishes to shun and become mortal; to take and keep this woman he loves forever." "The woman, meanwhile, is sent back to the masked ball, without ever having been missed... unsure if it was real or a dream. The only signs of her ordeal being the imperceptible throbbing of her clit, the heat of her pussy, the moistness between her legs, and the telltale blush on her neck from his kisses... Beyond all reason, she is inflamed with desire for this forbidden man." "The feel of the water against my own clit, the heat of the bath, the scent of the bubbles, and the entrancement of this story, sent me to orgasm without even a hint of its coming. So intense, so strong; leaving me both shaking and in tears. The power of the sensations, emotions ripping through me, shaking like I never have when alone and bereft of a partner. As if there was an invisible tongue lapping at my clit... pussy so wet that even the bath water could not wash it away." "Does your pussy and clit remember those feelings and the powerful rapture of your body as your mind unfolded so powerfully erotic an experience?" he asks, torturing her starved senses even more. Shaky, she fights for breath, trying vainly to ignore him. "Stunned, and regaining control of my emotions, I feel my wetness through the hot water, the soft swollen folds of my pussy, and bring it to my lips ... the taste sending me into a renewed bout of shaken ecstasy. Slowly I slide my finger around my clit, until my eyes close in pleasure until, unable to stop, I bring myself to the brink quickly, my ass taut, strong inner thighs clenching and contracting, the powerful muscles bringing even more sensation to my pussy as orgasm rushes through me again." "The power of that orgasm... ripping free a moan -- or maybe it was a scream -- echoed off the bathtub walls, leaving me weak and unable to move. My only conscious thought is to remind myself not to drown in my own bathwater ... water that is gliding over my highly sensitized body, bringing wave upon wave of pleasure the likes of which I had not thought possible when by myself." "Does remembering the sensations of the water against your body, the intense feeling of the orgasm and wetness of your gorgeous pussy and the intense pleasures it holds for you make you feel it again?" He asks incitingly. Shaking, she moans with need, her hands unconsciously roaming over her own breasts... Teasing the nipples to an almost painful hardness. "I managed to drain the tub and take a shower, washing my hair, and giving myself one more highly charged, almost electric orgasm without even trying.. Just the slip of my fingers against my still very wet slit... the water still unable to wash it away, it is gushing so profusely at this point." "I toweled off, and luxuriously slathered myself with lotion of a scent to remind you of sex , and erotic nights, lust filled and passion inducing... unable to resist sliding my hands gloriously across my body, imagining it was my lovers caress... imagining that invisible lover was you." That's what drove her beyond crazy. Beyond all reason. She couldn't take it. She had to find a way to regain some more control over her very intense and hedonistic sensuality, because she could not stand such constant pain of desire for something she could not have. "You should be here." She hung up the phone, content with the knowledge that she had finally managed to drive him over the brink, and settled down to wait. Waterfall Out of a black unconsciousness, I started to slowly resurface. I was having an intense dream, where I was swimming beneath a waterfall naked. I floated on my back and let the water rain down on my pussy, stimulating me in a way that wouldn't get me off, but was highly pleasurable nonetheless. I tried to tilt my hips so that the water would fall at the best angle, and at that point, I started to wake up further. The waterfall feeling persisted, until I gained enough consciousness to realize that it was, in fact, a shower. My mind was hazy and my vision blurry. I was so turned on that I was lost to any need for logic. My legs were bent back with my knees towards my ample chest, and I tilted my pelvis to attempt to increase the sensations. I tried to find a way to get more stimulation from the water but failed. Frustrated, I finally decided to use my hands. It was then that I realized I was bound. My wrists and ankles were intentionally positioned in a way that would best expose my cunt to the water, and were kept securely in place by straps attached to loops built into the ceramic. Startled out of my erotic haze, I began to struggle against my bindings. Yet, the struggle only seemed to tighten them, and further adjusted my position so that my pussy continued being stimulated. Who had brought me here? How did I get here? I couldn't think or see straight, or really understand what was going on. I knew I had been drinking, but I was fairly certain at this point that I had been drugged. I struggled against my bindings in fear and alarm, when I felt the pressure in the shower increase. I gasped involuntarily, still inexplicably turned on, despite the realization that someone had clearly captured me, and I obviously wasn't his first. The person who had set up this elaborate bondage system in his bathtub was clearly experienced. Despite what was happening in my mind, and the fear and panic that had begun to wash over me, my cunt was throbbing now, under the constantly falling water. I involuntarily moaned at the pleasure, shocked that I could be feeling anything but terror. Still floating in my drug-induced haze, I decided I might as well just give myself up to the insistent water. I was bound and alone, and it felt so good. I was suddenly thankful for the drugs that were lowering my inhibitions, and helping me to remain calm. Well... not exactly calm. My breath was coming in short gasps, and I was moaning unconsciously. I ground my hips at the air, and suddenly, the water pressure increased again and I let out a cry. To my surprise, I realized that I might actually cum. I'd heard of people getting off from shower heads before, but it had never worked for me. Yet, now, bound in some stranger's bathtub, drugged, and having no knowledge of what was in store, I was approaching an amazing orgasm. My breath grew faster and my moans grew louder. I was so close. Then suddenly, the water turned off. What the fuck? I struggled once again against the bindings, desperate to reach down and finish myself off. Of course, like before, they tightened further. I began to cry in frustration, wanting so badly to orgasm. I looked up at the shower head in an attempt to will it back on, when I noticed something above it. There was a video camera at the top of the shower stall. My mouth dropped in the realization that I hadn't been truly 'alone' and my entire display was surely witnessed by someone. The drugs were wearing off increasingly, and as I became more sober, I started to freak out. "Let me out!" I screamed, knowing that it was in vain. "Somebody help me!" I struggled further against the bindings, and began to cry in earnest. Something told me that no one but my captor would be able to hear me. As I lay there, spread eagle and weeping, I heard a door open. Someone walked toward the tub, and pulled aside the curtain. Standing above me was a beautiful man. Mid to late thirties, well muscled, dark hair and bright blue eyes. My heart thudded as he looked down at me with what appeared to be a cross between speculation and amusement. "Please let me out of here! Please! My husband will be wondering where I am!" The man smiled and lowered into a crouch by the tub. "Now Ana, first of all, you shouldn't lie to me. I know you don't have a husband. And second, I'll let you out shortly. Just a little patience, please." He spoke with a heavy southern accent. I looked at him like he was crazy then let out an ear splitting scream. He answered with a stinging blow against my cheek that caused me to cry out and tear. "Alright Ana, you have requested a gag. I'll be back momentarily." He rose to leave, and I called after him in vain: "Untie me you motherfucker!" This time he didn't answer. He returned a few minutes later, and knelt beside the tub again. I looked at him with wide eyes, as he forced open my mouth, and stuffed something pink and lacy into it. These were not my panties, but they were certainly used. This caused me to wonder who else had suffered this treatment. "There now. That's better." My captor reached out, and ran his hands along the contours of my body, beginning at my 34F breasts. I squealed as he pinched my nipples, and in response, he reached out and shoved some other girl's panties further into my throat. "You are not to make a sound, Ana." He continued to play with my breasts, almost idly. "The thing you need to understand, is that as long as you obey me and do as you're told, you will find a great deal of pleasure in the experience." I shook my head angrily and glared at him, though I was careful not to make a sound. He laughed and kneaded my breasts more firmly. He pinched, tweaked and pulled on my nipples until they grew hard, then he reached down and took one in his mouth, sucking in a massive part of my tit. He changed tactics, using his teeth to graze my nipple, and I let out an involuntary moan. He pulled back and glared at me. "Did I not tell you to remain silent?" I looked at him wide eyed and nodded. To my alarm and dismay, the breast play had caused my pussy to moisten again, and begin throbbing. I was undeniably and intensely turned on, but was totally freaked out as to what that meant. "You'll be punished later for your disobedience." I looked at him with worry. He eyed me speculatively and stood up. "I'm going to untie you, now, Ana. If you try fight, you will lose, and the loss will be extremely painful to you. But, if you're a good girl, I will allow you to have more pleasure than you've ever experienced in your life. Do you understand?" I merely nodded again, and my pussy trembled. Again, he ran his hands down my body, slowly, causing me to get wetter as he slid his large, strong fingers over my thighs. He undid the first ankle strap, then placed my leg in the tub, repeating the procedure with the second leg. He ran his hands up my torso again, and, unable to resist, stopped once again at my tits. "You have rather incredible breasts, Ana." Again, he dropped his mouth to them, apparently quite taken. I was careful, this time, to not make a sound, though the pleasure was intense. Finally, he broke off, and caught me off guard by quickly removing my gag and kissing me passionately. I stubbornly refused to kiss him back. He continued to kiss me, and his other hand slid languidly back down and reached into my cunt. I involuntarily tilted my pelvis up to meet his hand, and opened my legs to welcome him. He pulled out of the kiss. "Well well... already starting to enjoy yourself, hmm?" His fingers found the entrance to my pussy and his thumb pressed against my clit in a circular motion while I writhed under his touch, grinding into him. He leaned back to watch my face as he finger fucked me. My breath came shorter and faster, and it took everything I was to stop from moaning while he worked over my cunt. I was getting close again, when suddenly, he withdrew his fingers. I exhaled in disappointment and looked at him imploringly. He still hadn't given me permission to speak, and I wasn't interested in pissing him off again, so I said nothing. He smiled, and moved back up my body, once again, kissing me intently. This time I returned the kiss. At that moment, a decision came over me. I was going to let go. I, Ana the control freak, was going to just let go, and let myself take what pleasure I could. My captor pulled back and smiled at me. "I think its time to take off those wrists bindings, don't you?" I nodded at him vigorously. He smiled again and undid the first strap, then the other. At that point, he lifted me out of the tub and set me on my feet. Being suddenly vertical caused me to get dizzy again, and I was totally weak in the knees from the events of the evening. Before I could fall, my captor caught me. He then did something that surprised me. He took out a towel, and gently dried my body from head to toe. He kissed me once again, then took a thin band of fabric out of the drawer. "I'm going to blindfold you, Ana. I have a surprise for you." I looked at the blindfold dubiously, but I didn't dare defy him again, and allowed him to put it over my eyes. He stood behind me, tying it, and when finished, he once again ran his hands lightly over my body, causing me to shiver and goosebumps to rise on my skin. He pulled me close and breathed in deeply. "You can always tell a woman's truest scent when she's just been cleaned. You smell delicious, Ana." He paused, as if awaiting a response. Then, "You may speak now, if you'd like." "Thank you." I responded. "Thank you sir." He corrected. "Yes sir, sorry sir!" Still behind me, he fondled my breast with one hand, and used the other to tilt my head, allowing him access to my slender neck, which he kissed passionately. He pulled back, but kept hold of my tit, then turned me, and opened the door of the bathroom, then led me elsewhere. One hand continued to knead my tit and play with my nipple, causing juices to flow into my pussy, while the other rested on my waist and guided me toward our destination. He removed his hand from my waist in order to open the door to another room and guided me inside. "Ana, there is a bed here, sit down please." I did as he commanded, wordlessly. "Lie down". I lay down, then he turned my body, and placed me where he wanted me. He then lifted my arms over my head, and bound me to what I assumed was the headboard. My cunt pounded as he kissed me again. "Are you ready for your surprise, Ana?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." He removed my blindfold and grinned down at me. He then stepped out of my line of vision, and I saw with a start that we were not alone. There were two other women in the room, both naked, and both looked at me as though they were going to eat me alive. Of course, in a way, that was exactly what they were going to do. "Ana, meet Zoe and Jane." He rose from the bed and put one arm around the waist of each girl. Zoe had long auburn hair, green eyes and the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. Jane was blond, like myself, with chocolate brown eyes. Her breasts were well formed and a little larger than Zoe's, though nowhere near the size of mine. Her nipples were huge and erect. My captor gave the nipples of each woman a quick tweak, and nudged them towards me. "Ladies, please make Ana feel welcome". The beautiful women smiled and crawled onto the bed one on either side of me. My eyes widened and I drew my breath in sharply as they ran their hands up over my body. I had never been with a woman, though they were often the subjects of my fantasies. Raised in a conservative, Catholic family, I never imagined I would have the guts to act on my lesbian fantasies. Now, the matter was taken completely out of my hands, bound as they were, while two beautiful women crawled into bed next to me. Zoe was the first to reach my mouth with hers, kissing me fully while exploring the inside of my mouth with her tongue. At the same time, Jane took my highly sensitive nipple in her mouth, and sucked it with abandon. I moaned into Zoe's mouth, and bucked my hips into the air, seeking stimulus. Zoe broke off her kiss and nuzzled my neck, and whispered "welcome" into my ear. She moved down and took my other nipple into her mouth. Both women fell into a rhythm, sucking my tits and grazing my nipples with their teeth. I moaned with abandon while my captor filmed everything. He watched with a satisfied and expectant expression that simply served to make my pussy wetter. The work of the talented women on my breasts was starting to push me over the edge, I squirmed about beneath them, nearing climax. As I felt myself nearing orgasm, I heard my captor's voice. "That's enough for the moment, ladies." Zoe and Jane instantly pulled back at his word, clearly they served their master and his every whim. I moaned in frustration, having been denied orgasm yet again. My captor moved to the side of the bed, looking down on me with obvious pleasure. My nipples were rock solid, my cheeks flushed, my lips parted in arousal. Juices were flowing from my pussy onto the bed beneath me. "Are you enjoying your surprise, Ana?" "Oh, yes master" I breathed. I caught myself, surprised at how I had just addressed him. He smiled broadly in response and reached down and gently stroked the side of my neck. I whimpered at his slightest touch. All I wanted was to be his. Everything that I had been had slipped away, all the things I had thought I believed were gone. All that mattered was here and now and him. "Ana, do you remember before when you broke the rules?" He reached down and gently flicked his thumb back and forth across my nipple. I hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, master". "I told you that you would be punished for your disobedience. You must learn that there are always consequences to your actions. Do you understand?" "Yes, master", I said in a small voice. "Good girl." He pinched and twisted my nipple hard, causing me to gasp. He then leaned down and kissed me softly. "Pleasure and pain go hand in hand, Ana. You'll learn that here." He drew back, and walked to the end of the bed, where he could best view the punishment that was about to be inflicted. Zoe and Jane moved up and stood on either side of the bed. Without warning, Jane brought down a cat o nine tails onto my left breast, followed instantaneously by Zoe doing so on my right. Not expecting this sudden assault, I cried out. Without pause, the women alternated whipping my breasts, raining pain down upon them. I cried out with every strike, being unused to pain. Yet, soon, every blow caused a corresponding leap in my pussy, and it was quickly pounding with the rhythm of my fast beating heart. I cried and writhed under the unending abuse. I screamed from the pain, though I didn't want it to stop. I wanted more, though my nipples were already raw. "I'm gonna cum!" I screamed out. In response, my master said, "Enough!" And both women instantly backed away. I cried and moaned. I could not believe I was being denied again. This was torturous. "Please master! Please, I need to cum!" I begged and he smiled. "Don't worry little Ana, you'll cum many times before we're done here. However, you'll never be allowed to cum during punishment. You'd hardly learn a lesson if you were getting off." I whimpered and pouted, but merely said, "Yes, master". He smiled and smoothed his hands over my breasts, moving them in a circular pattern, easing the pain. "You really are a quick study, aren't you my dear. You've been just waiting for someone to come along and take you." "mmmmm.... Yes, master". "Have you ever tasted pussy, Ana?" "Only my own, master." He laughed. "Well, this should be a treat then. There are few things more erotic than bringing a woman to orgasm. You'll see. Jane, dear, come and sit on Ana's face please." Jane grinned, "With pleasure, thank you master". "One more thing, Ana," he said, "you are not to cum until you are given permission, do you understand?" I nodded, "Yes, master". At that, he pulled his hands away from my breasts, and Jane got onto the bed, straddled my head, and aimed her pussy at my mouth. At first, I licked tentatively. Jane ground her pussy into my face, however, causing my tongue to explore her silky folds more thoroughly. I looked up at her to see her breasts bobbing from below, while she braced herself against the headboard and rode me. The image was all I needed to throw myself into my task with abandon. I licked up and down her slit, shoving my tongue into her vagina, and exploring her insides. Above me, she moaned, and bore down with more of her weight, riding my face. My nose was pressed into her smooth vagina, and her juices flowed into my mouth. I finally began to flick my tongue across her clit, and was rewarded to hear her gasp and cry out. The sounds of her arousal turned me on even more, and I continued my ministrations on her clit. I briefly wished that I had the use of my hands as well, but decided my tongue alone would have to do. I moaned into her cunt whilst flicking my tongue repeatedly on her erect button. Suddenly, she screamed, and I was rewarded by being showered with her juices. I caught as much of her girl cum in my mouth as I could, and swallowed as I lapped at her swollen pussy. Suddenly, she turned, facing the end of bed, leaned down across my body, and began to eat my pussy. Instantly, my moans increased, causing further sensation in her pussy, which remained pressed against my mouth. I ground my hips into her mouth, and she reached forward, and penetrated my vagina with two of her fingers, curving them expertly to hit my G-spot. I wasn't expecting the sudden sensation and suddenly I felt a massive orgasm building. I tried to push Jane off my face to beg permission to cum, but her thigh muscles were stronger and she continued to wiggle her pussy in my mouth. I was screwed and I knew it. Jane sucked my clit into her mouth and continued to penetrate me while both master and Zoe watched with anticipation. I tried to hold back, I tried so hard not to cum. I shook my head back and forth, which only stimulated Jane further. Finally, Jane pulled her mouth back from my cunt, and used both her hands to take me the rest of the way. My protests continued to be muted by her juicy bald cunt that was pressed into my mouth. As Jane had one hand buried in my cunt, she used the other to stimulate my clit. I squealed and thrashed and fought. Suddenly a fire ripped through my body. My toes curled, my back arched, and I screamed into Jane's pussy, causing her to cum again in my mouth. My juices sprayed out of my cunt like a geyser, spraying my master who watched me cum while shaking his head. I road wave after wave of orgasm, feeling as though it would go on forever. Finally, my body collapsed onto the bed, twitching with the after shocks of the most amazing orgasm of my life. Punishment be damned. Whatever it would be, it was worth it. (to be continued) Waterfall She saw the waterfall and couldn't resist. Glancing around, pausing, listening, she decided no one was nearby and dropped her gear. Stripping away the sweaty boots and clothes, she stretched a moment in the sun, naked as a baby. A soft breeze made her sigh as she tipped her face to the sun. Perfect. She stepped into the pool that had formed in the rock at the base of the falls. With another sigh, she sank down into the cool water and then under, surfacing a moment later to smooth her wet hair back from her face. A few lazy strokes and she was under the deluge, the small wall of water cascading over her. She tipped her face up to the cool rain. He came out of the woods on the opposite side of the pool from her clothing, hot, frustrated, frowning. Movement captured his eye and he saw her. Stunned, aroused, he watched the naked woman under the waterfall, her body arching as her hands ran down her pale skin. His mouth watered, his pulse throbbed, and his body, already hot from the hike, heated even more. Cooled, relaxed, she swam to the side of the falls and lifted herself out of the water. It was like she was in a dream as she laid her body out on the warm rock, the sun melting her bones, drying off her skin. She ran her hands lightly over her skin as she sighed in pleasure. She'd had no idea she could feel this good. The combination of hot sun, cool water, and nakedness made her feel free. He watched her hungrily from the edge of the trees. When she lay out on the rock, he all but vibrated with his desire, watching her fingers brush over her full breasts, her legs parting then closing as she stretched and arched. His mouth watered, his cock throbbed. He could hear her sigh as if he was beside her, as if his mouth was brushing her skin, his fingers stroking her curves. His whole body burned with need. He stripped silently, eagerly imagining the feel of her, the heat of her as he shed his clothing and exposed a hard, lean body. His skin was golden by heritage, smooth over tough muscles, his hair dark. His penis was fully erect, a proudly jutting staff, large, thick, throbbing and eager to mate. He stepped into the water, not even noticing it's coolness, and swam silently toward the falls. When the hand closed over her ankle, she sat up with a strangled scream, one arm crossed over her breasts. She saw the man - attractive, athletic, his look dangerous - and her blood warmed. When he smiled, she smiled without thinking. Her eyes met his and, when she saw the heat, the hunger, her body trembled with anticipation. Using strong shoulders, he surged up from the water onto her rock and then she saw his nakedness, his eager manhood. "Wait," she murmured, breathless, confused by her own reactions, aroused beyond anything she'd felt before. "Wait for what, sweet dryad," he answered as he leaned over her, urging her down. His lips found hers and she trembled with his touch, with the heat growing in her body. "I don't know...you," she breathed, but she arched under him as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples. Her legs parted of their own accord, as if to urge those stroking hands lower. He shifted, his hard body settling between her legs, and she moaned her desire. "I need you," he growled as if that was enough. He lowered his mouth to suckle one nipple, teasing the tight bud with his teeth. His hands stroked her hips, her thighs, then one hand cupped her folds. She tensed, whimpered, as his mouth moved lower, stroking her belly. "I don't..." she began as his thumbs parted her, his hands lifting her ass, tilting her hips but her voice trailed off to a moan as he took his first taste. She tasted of woman and nature. He feasted on her until she was limp, lapping at her clit, sliding his tongue into her sex and slurping her sweet nectar. The sun beat hot on his backside, the waterfall roared in the background, but all he heard was the soft moan of her pleasure as he took her over into orgasm. They were alone in the world and he needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe. She was ripe beneath him as he leaned over her, nibbling her skin, his hands lifting her thighs over his own as he shifted closer. She could see the lust in his eyes and felt an answering ache within herself. Her flushed skin drew him and he teased her breasts again as her hands fluttered helplessly against the rock beneath her. He saw the desire in her and knew that he'd won. With one hand on his thick shaft, he dragged his head up and down her swollen slit, to tease her, to torment himself. She shuddered, her hands moving to clutch at his arms, and he bent to kiss her lips as his cock settled at her opening. Her eyes, wide, dazed, luminous green, met his. He leaned into her, his cock just parting her pussy, just stretching a little, making them both moan. "I don't even know your name," she murmured, her body throbbing, aching for him. It wasn't a protest, but a careless thought as she kissed him back, as she lifted her hips to urge him inside. "Need this," he growled, his hands catching her hips, his cock thrusting into her tight pussy. She arched with a cry as he pushed and thrust and burrowed, penetrating deep, forcing her body to give, stuffing his cock into her tight well. Once at her core, he drew back and thrust again, his breath whistling through clenched teeth at the exquisite pleasure of her tight embrace, the soft heat of her enveloping him, holding him. "Please..." she sobbed, her nails scraping his back as she writhed beneath him, the size of him, the friction, the power of his thrusts overwhelming her. She couldn't feel the hard rock beneath her, could only feel the hard body pressing to her softness. She couldn't hear the waterfall – the roar of hot blood, the beat of a frantic pulse filled her ears. Every stroke brought a flash of searing heat, as if his cock was hot iron. Every thrust took him to her core, filling her with him. He drove into her again and again, smooth thrusts, deep strokes, panting with the need to join with her. She was hot and so slick, her body wrapped around him like she was made for him. His cock was enveloped by her pussy, her inner muscles stroking him like greedy fingers. His balls swelled, tightened with pleasure, as she moved her hips with his, the rhythm adding to the seduction. He groaned and grunted with the desire for more, pumping harder into her softness. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. She curled a leg around his waist, opening herself wider to his constant onslaught. Their skin was hot, damp, as bare flesh stroked bare flesh. She pressed her hands to the rock to lift and tilt her hips and then his thrusts made her shudder wetly. He shifted his knees and spread them and his next thrust made her cry out with pleasure. She was tensing, tightening, his piston motion pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Please..." Her cry echoed in the glade as she arched, bucked, and came apart around him. He clutched at her as her body clamped around his cock, the intensity of her spasm driving an echoing cry from him. Even as her pussy relaxed and opened again, her cream gushing from her body, his cock swelled to fill her, his balls drawing up tight as his cock filled with cum. He groaned hoarsely as his penis pulsed and jerked, exploding into her with his own release, his seed spewing like a geyser from his cock. They clung together, hips still thrusting, fingers digging in as they climaxed in a rush. They fell together, lying naked in the sunlit glade beside a waterfall, spent strangers. He lay on top of her with his head between her breasts, panting, stunned and yet not. He'd known it would be like this with her. The moment he'd seen her, he'd known. His body throbbed in time with the heartbeat he felt beneath his cheek and he smiled. He was still inside her, still hard, still throbbing, still emptying pleasure into her core. She laid absorbing it all, savoring the final shudders of his cock against her sensitive pussy. Her body still trembled beneath his, but she was silent now, her mind reeling. Finally, he drew away, his spent penis gliding from her dripping sex. She felt lost for a moment as he slid back into the water. A stroke back and he tread water, watching her. She sat up slowly, her arm again over her breasts, trying to gather her thoughts. "What now?" he asked quietly. Sane now, he recognized what he'd done. She could do so much damage...but, as her glorious body shifted restlessly on the rock, he felt his cock stir and knew he'd do it again. "I don't know you," she said softly, almost more to herself than him. She felt...hungry. She already wanted him again, wanted to touch him this time, wanted to taste him this time. Her body burned, her pussy quivered, and she had to hold herself stiffly to disguise the need from him. She didn't know him and yet... "I don't suppose you do." Although her body knew the feel of his, just as his cock knew the erotic embrace of hers. "I'm Alex," he replied. He couldn't judge what she was feeling, but at least she wasn't screaming that he'd assaulted her. He watched carefully, waiting. She seemed to hesitate, then she shifted and slid down into the water in front of him. He hardened at the sight of her limber naked body, the hunger building again as the water slid over her curves the way his hands itched to. "Amanda," she murmured, treading water in front of him. The coolness of the pool didn't diminish the heat inside her now. It only grew as she saw the answering desire in his eyes. She felt the brush of the water on her sensitive folds and it reminded her of his tongue and she shuddered. He saw the shudder, the darkening of her eyes. "We're not done yet," he murmured. "No, we're not," she said with a wicked smile. She started to swim towards shore. His only answer was a grin as he followed... Waterfall Have you ever wanted to fuck under a waterfall? Hope you all enjoy it. As always, thanks for all the encouragement to keep doing these! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (16 min/mp3) * * * * *