TITLE    : Kristy's Adventure
STORYID  : kristys-adventure_2002
SUMMARY  : Her taken-by-stranger fantasy comes true.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-03-15
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


I had spent the entire week very much looking forward to the weekend. Now, here it was, Friday afternoon and I was packing up my Jeep. My lover and I had been planning this weekend away for months and now that the weekend itself had arrived, I was about bursting with excitement. I knew she was as well since I'd just been on the phone with her and knew she was waiting for me to pick her up.



Just so you understand, let me give you a brief description of us and our situation. My name is Frank. I'm in my late twenties, stand just over six feet tall, and am built acceptably. I don't consider myself a "hunk", but some folks have commented on my shape, given that my shoulders are noticeably wider than my waist and I'm "in shape". My hair is very dark brown and just long enough&hellip;. I can't stand really long hair, but a crew cut is just too short. My eyes are also a deep brown and, with my tanned complexion, my friends often tell me I look like I'm brooding&hellip;. Or at least deep in thought.



My lover, Kristy, is an absolutely beautiful woman who is almost as tall as I am at just under six feet. Though she, like most women, thinks she needs to lose a few pounds, I happen to love and appreciate her body as she is properly curvaceous, very feminine, but sturdy enough that I can hug her "for real". Some woman just can't take a good hug. Kristy's hair is just a shade darker than mine and has grown down to reach the middle of her back. Her cheeks are perfectly rosy; her lips are deliciously pouty; and her smile is enough to make me promise her the galaxy. Together we are quite a pair as we both have a twisted and wild sense of humor, enjoy spontaneity and are highly energetic. We drive our families nuts and enjoy every minute of it.



The weekend we were looking forward to had been, as I said, planned for months. Several years ago, I inherited a cabin from an uncle who had passed, along with the almost twenty acres it was situated on. It was quite a remote location, but was also just under a two hour drive from the town Kristy and I lived in. Just off my property, located on public land, but just as isolated, was a nice crystal clear lake. During the latter parts of July and early August, the water got up to almost eighty degrees Ferenheit &#x2013; just warm enough not to be uncomfortable, but just cool enough to be refreshing.



I had taken the back seat out of my Jeep so as to be able to carry all of our supplies, and had put the top down on my Jeep so we could enjoy the fresh breeze as we drove. Of course, having the top down meant we had to watch our hands on the drive since the whole world, at least those driving by, could see into my vehicle, but sometimes we didn't care who saw us fondling each other. The other side of that was that, occasionally, we really enjoyed no one being able to see my hands exploring in her shorts or under her skirt. This would have to be a more controlled ride in that sense.



With my bag, the cooler and some food stored in the Jeep, I climbed in, started up and headed to my lover's house. She was currently residing with her "mum", and although her mother wasn't particularly approving of what she was sure her daughter and I were doing (sexually), she didn't voice her objections. It was obvious in her body language and attitude, but she gave her daughter the respect due her age. Kristy was old enough to make "those" decisions and her mother left her to them. It was enough that we knew mom didn't approve.



When I pulled up in front of the house, I got about half way up the walk before Kristy came out the door. She half ran down the walk to meet me, running into my arms and meeting me in a kiss. We often met this way and I was more than used to her strong hugs and her intense passionate kisses. I'm thankful that we meet like this EVERY time. Her passion and energy, as she devotes it to our relationship, are just wonderful and I hope she never changes.



After our embrace, we headed in to get her bags, said goodbye to her mom before getting on the road. Once I had pulled away from her house and the wind was in our hair, I took the time to look at her and appreciate her appearance. She was watching the road as I drove, and I knew that "freedom" was on her mind. She particularly enjoyed these times when we could get away and she didn't have to worry herself about her mother's opinions. For the rest of the weekend, she was going to be one hundred and ten percent just Kristy and I would love every minute of it.



In the meantime, as I could between watching the road and other traffic, I was enjoying looking at my lover. I've already told you her most basic physical features, but there is so much about her to enjoy and appreciate. As she sat leaning back in the seat, her left arm was down between us, her left hand resting on my right thigh. Every now and then I felt her squeeze and knew that it meant she was thinking of me. Her right arm was resting on the door, at the bottom of the window ledge, and as a result, her entire upper body was just slightly turned toward me. This allowed me, in a totally sexist fashion, given that she was wearing a light weight cotton shirt that was buttoned up to just above her bust, to enjoy viewing the swell of her chest. As the cool breeze washed over her, I could also just make out the shape of her nipples as they firmed up under her shirt. I was momentarily distracted by the thought of sucking and licking them into aching hardness, but brought myself back to the focus of driving lest we get hurt and not enjoy our time to the fullest.



The drive itself proved uneventful, be we did have a lively discussion about whether or not we'd go for a naked walk in the woods. I kept insisting that, if we left our clothes at the cabin, and walked hand in hand together, we'd be constantly aroused and looking for a comfortable spot. At every spot, I suggested, we could explore a new pleasure. She stead-fastly maintained that such an adventure, while fun to think about, would not be wise given the remoteness of the area and the fact that we might run into someone. I don't think she was as worried about someone seeing us naked as she was about someone taking advantage of seeing us naked.



At any rate, that conversation, along with others about how we were going to spend our time, filled the ride. A little more than two hours later, we pulled up in front of the cabin. We both stepped out and stretched, grabbing a bag each to take up to the door. I was surprised to find the door unlocked, but hadn't been there in quite some time and dismissed it to the possibility that another relative had come up for some reason. My entire family knew that I'd inherited the cabin, but I'd never demanded that anyone return the keys my uncle had so freely passed out. I certainly didn't think anyone had broken in since there was nothing there of value to steal.



The cabin itself was a basic "A" frame construction with a kitchen, eating space, living room, bathroom and sleeping area downstairs. Upstairs was a separate sleeping area and another bathroom. The way the house was laid out, the kitchen, bathroom and sleeping area downstairs were underneath the "second" floor. The living room and eating area was open to the peak of the roof. The sleeping area downstairs had a double wide door and from the bed, we could look through the living room directly at the large fireplace. To one side of the fire place, with the chimney pipe tapped over to the chimney for the fire place, was a medium sized wood stove that was used to heat the place during the winter months. We certainly wouldn't be needing that for now.



The only down side to the cabin was that there was limited electricity available. The place had never been fully wired, and as a result, only the kitchen had electricity for the refrigerator and hot water heater. All lighting was lamp light or candles; there was no television. Heat was provided by the wood stove and "air conditioning" was created by opening windows to create a cross-draft. As close to the water as the cabin was, and sitting just up a hill side, there was usually a fair breeze that kept it from being too hot in the summer.



Today as we entered, the place was musty smelling, having been closed up for too long. I left the front door standing open and asked Kristy to open all the windows while I finished unpacking the jeep. With a smile and a kiss she went about unlocking and opening all the windows while I made three trips out to the jeep and back to unpack all our things. After that, another ten minutes was used putting the cold food away in the refrigerator, and another five were spent insuring that the hot water heater was set to provide us with hot water.



That done, as Kristy and I had a few moments to breath, looking around, realizing that we were indeed alone and with plenty of time on our hands, we moved to each other and passionately embraced. I needed her immediately and I knew she craved my touch just as much. As we kissed, hugged, caressed and moved around each other, our hands traveled each others' body, undressing ourselves in unison. Within just a few minutes we'd answered our passion's demand and were naked together, standing in the middle of the living room with at least ten open windows allowing anyone to see our show. Neither of us was worried about being seen since the cabin was so isolated, but it was an added thrill just the same.



After we were undressed, I pushed her away from me for just a moment. At arm's length I let my eyes travel her body soaking up her beautiful long legs; noticing the dampness that seemed to cling to her trimmed pubic thatch; the soft swell of her belly; the wonderful curve of her hips; and full roundness of each breast capped by a hard cherry nipple; her delicate neck that I loved to taste and her glowing beauty framed by her black tresses. To say that I was overwhelmed by the totality of her appearance would be an understatement. I had to have her right then. I needed to be one with her before I'd be able to breath again, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she needed to feel me within her just as badly.



Where this was going to happen was probably the biggest thing on our minds at that moment. We were at least twenty or more feet from a bare mattress on the bed (linen was in one of the bags) but the sofa was only a few feet away. Stepping back to me Kristy put her arms around me, pressed her chest against mine and began moving me back to the sofa. At the point where the back of my knees hit the sofa seat, she continued to move me until I had to sit down and I was delighted to see her continuing down on top of me, straddling me, pressing her lips to mine, her tongue swirling around and wrestling with my own.



We were both very aroused. As much as I loved to play before we made love, there was no doubt at this point that we were both as ready as we could get. The passion of our kiss continued as she rubbed her body against mine, her hips rocking, her pubic thatch tickling up and down the length of my manhood. I filled one hand with one of her breasts, caressing, squeezing, gently rolling and pinching her hard nipple. With my other hand I reached around and down to cub one cheek of her delectable ass, pulling her against me, trying to pull her to me, onto me, to engulf me.



Only when she was ready did she allow this, rocking back up against me and changing the angle of her hips just enough to position her wet sex directly over my straining length. There she hovered for a few moments, her swollen slick lips just split around the top of my cock, her juices dribbling onto me, the velvet friction causing my erection to throb even harder.



And then she began to impale herself on my length, slowly sliding down onto me, moaning as my hardness stretched her open and filled her depths. I was lost in the ecstasy of her slick warmth as she slid slowly down, not taking a little, moving back up and then down to take some more. My lover simply lowered herself onto me, not stopping until we were fully joined, my length totally engulfed within her, her pussy clutching at my manhood which throbbed its response inside her.



With my hand still around her I pulled her to me harder while forcing my hips up against her hips as they pushed down. Together we insured that neither of us could give or take anymore, our union complete. Only then did we begin to move, rocking slowly back and forth, up and down, creating a delicious friction and stimulation that provided both the deep penetration of shallow movement and the electric stimulation as our bodies rubbed together, my pubis providing a soft rub over and against her hard clit as she rode me.



We remained this way together until I felt her explode against and on me, her sex spasming, convulsing, grasping and milking my length as her juices flowed even more freely, the sounds of our passion delicious to hear. After her climax had passed and she'd begun to "come down", our movements slowed but our passion did not. Moving together, with her arms and legs locked around me, I stood and turned around to lower her on the sofa. There on her back she relaxed, looking up at me, holding me with her arms, spreading her legs beneath me so as to open herself completely and give herself over to my desires.



Supporting myself above her I began to move once again, slowly and steadily, deep and hard, from almost all the way out of her where only my cockhead remained between her parted lips, to buried within her until I had no more length to give. I loved the look on her face as her eyes glazed over in pleasure and then closed altother, as moans of pleasure boiled forth from within her. With my movements just right I was able to bring her to another climax, fighting to keep myself moving as her arms pulled me strongly down to her in the throws of her passion.



Her orgasm pushed me to my own as the warm silky walls of her womanhood squeezed my plunging length as if trying to milk my cum from me. As her climax just passed, my own set upon me and I leaned down to kiss my love, our tongues tasting each other as my hardness began to pulse, jetting thick ropes of hot sticky fluid against the inner walls of her sex. I could hear and feel her moan into our kiss as she felt my hot juice flow into her and my length swelling with each spasm and spurt.



When my climax had passed, I lay down against her, reveling in our warmth, feeling our sweat, smelling the juices our coupling had created. I loved all of it and, though temporarily sated, was looking forward to more. When our breathing had returned to normal, and my softened cock had begun to slip from her, I could feel our juices flowing from within her and knew she'd like to get a shower.



Standing up, I helped her up, and, giggling in our passion, we headed toward the bathroom. I stopped to gather towels as we went, and I got to watch her continue on, the mixture of our love-making obvious as it flowed across the insides of her strong thighs. Part of me wanted to tease her more by licking her clean; another part was looking forward to spoiling her somewhat by bathing her under the warm water we'd share.



Later, after playing in the shower until we'd run out of hot water, we snuggled together in our bed, still naked and all too aware of each others on going arousal. Still, we had the whole weekend and didn't want to start it by exhausting ourselves on the first night. Besides, I reminded her, nothing said we couldn't make love in the middle of the night if we woke up and wanted to.



With that thought on our minds, we held and caressed each other, enjoying whispered conversation, me enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed back against my semi-erection, and her enjoying the feeling of my arms around her, one hand toying at her nipples. Eventually we fell asleep that way&hellip;&hellip;.  

Kristy's Adventure &#x2013; Part Two



At some time during the night, I woke up more than pleased to find my lover close against me. I didn't bother turning to look at the bedside clock for two reasons: first, I didn't care what time it was, and second, if it was close to time to get up, I didn't want to know. I could easily see that it was still dark outside and so knew that it wasn't time to get up.



As I lay there semi-awake, I became more aware of my lover's body against mine. We'd fallen asleep close, snuggling, "spooning" if you will. We were both naked, but not at all chilled. The summer night was warm, there was no air-conditioning, and we were sleeping on top of the sheets. Though we had moved around some, we were still touching&hellip;.. she on her back with her right leg crooked up away from me. I was to her left, laying on my right side, my left arm draped across her waist, my left leg crooked up and partially onto hers. Her left arm was lying parallel to mine across her waist.



Becoming more and more aware of her presence, even as I listened to her breath deeply in her sleep, I felt myself begin to harden, my manhood growing to press against the swell of her left hip. I soon decided, as I remembered our most recent love making, that I didn't want to let another opportunity pass. Given that we were together, alone, naked and in a bed, the male in me decided that this was indeed an opportunity. And so, quite gently, I raised my left hand to her right breast and began to gently caress it, rubbing it softly and squeezing it carefully. I didn't want her to wake up suddenly as a result of physical contact, but instead to incorporate the sensations in to her waking dreams. I felt that this way, when she did wake fully up, she'd wake up gradually aware of the pleasures we were enjoying and hungry to explore them further.



In the moon light that filtered through the curtains I saw her open her eyes, and felt her left hand reach up on top of mine to press my caressing hand harder into her flesh. I knew then that she was indeed fully awake and just as in need of our contact as I was. In spite of, or maybe as a result of, our earlier passion, we took our time in the early morning hours, touching gently, moving along slowly, allowing our desires to build in a gentle manner that teased and pleased us. I moved my left hand out from under hers, and then pressed it back on top to make sure that she understood I wanted her to continue caressing her breast. As my hand moved away from hers, I felt her fingers just beginning to softly pinch and pull her hardening right nipple.



Taking greatest advantage of our mutual positioning, I let my left hand stray down across her belly, tickling her belly button just for a moment, and then moving on&hellip;.. I didn't press my hand into or against her sex very quickly, instead opting to let my fingers play in her pubic thatch for a few minutes, caressing and playing over her lips, running my fingers in, out and through her carefully trimmed downy soft hairs. Only after several minutes of this, and hearing her beginning to moan softly in time with her breathing, I allowed my fingers to press farther down, cupping her sex and pressing against it as a whole, pushing warmth and pressure against her entire womanhood.



Moving my hand around in small circles for a moment, I then began to drag my fingers back up her sex, pushing two fingers into her cleft as I did so. The result was that I found out just how wet she was, and my fingers dragged across her very erect clit. My hardness twitched against her hip and I realized, from that slightest motion, that I was already seeping lubricant and that I was as hard as I could get. She felt it too and moaned more audibly, her left hand leaving her breast and reaching down between us to grasp my length, squeezing it firmly and pulling it just enough to make it swell even more.



I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to be inside her, my lips on hers, our tongues tasting each other, our union complete and growing out of the shared energy we would bring to our love making. Moving above her I felt her her legs move apart as her hands landed on my hips, pulling me into her. Above her I moved carefully, resting on my elbows and knees, my body against hers, my manhood searching for her entry. As we moved together toward this goal, both of us relishing the feeling of our bodies together, we were neither in a hurry nor being patient. We both needed this&hellip;..now&hellip;. completely&hellip;. To the depth of our souls.

<hr pg="2" />My mouth moved to hers, our lips met and our tongues played around each other. I loved her taste and smell&hellip;. Even in the middle of the night. My manhood finally found the slick opening of her womanhood which in turn welcomed its entry. My penetration of her elicited moans of pleasure from both of us as her hips moved to mine and mine to hers. When I was buried inside her, and our mouths were exchanging our passionate sounds of pleasure, we held each other tight, close together, reveling in our union. I felt her legs wrap around me, locking and pulling me as far into her as I could possibly be&hellip;. We couldn't have gotten any closer if we'd tried and it felt glorious.



As we began to move together I knew that this passionate joining of our bodies was a far cry from the delight we'd shared earlier in the evening. While earlier we'd thoroughly pleasured each other as a result of the overflow of our desires, this was a different experience. As I moved above my lover, all I could think of was how strongly I felt for her; how much I enjoyed her presence; how much she brightened my life; how close I felt to her and how incomplete my days were without her. I knew it was different for her as well. I could feel it in the way she was pulling me to her as if trying to possess me in every way possible - pressing me not only into her body but into her heart and soul.



I lost track of time, and in truth, didn't care about it. Whether we climaxed together quickly, separately after a long time, or anywhere in between, the climax was the secondary goal in our motions. Every stroke of my body into hers and every grasp of her body onto mine was an expression of our need and desire for each other - of the depth of our feelings and enjoyment of this moment, as we existed independent of the world.



I felt her clench me tighter as she climaxed beneath me, her legs tightening around me and her womanhood clutching at my length as her ecstasy rolled over and through her. I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my chest as I continued to move into and out of her, relishing every inch of our flesh as it was pressed together. In a few moments more, my own climax approached, swelled and exploded. My lover could obviously feel my spasms within her and I hoped that the warmth of my seed, as it spread inside her, she connected in some way with the spread of my presence in her life.



Slowly we relaxed, still coupled and breathing in unison. I nestled my face in her neck, feeling her breath as it flowed in and out past my ear. I had no desire to move and somehow felt more drained than I had after our more energetic sexual encounters. But I also felt closer to Kristy than I had in quite some time. Our love making always affected me this way.



When our breathing was almost normal, and I knew that I'd shrunk so much that I was almost falling out of her warmth anyway, I disengaged myself and dragged my body off to her side, rolling to lay on my back, looking up at the dark ceiling. I felt her roll against me&hellip;. Throwing her right arm and leg over me. The juncture of her thighs rested against my right thigh as she snuggled against me and I felt the results of our love making flowing from her between us. Neither of us cared&hellip;. It wasn't gross or disgusting. Messy yes, but messy because of how we expressed our feelings for each other.



Together, in this fashion, we fell back asleep, our breath calming down from deep and heavy to slow and relaxed. We passed fitfully from our union to snuggling to sleeping together, still touching&hellip;.. still enjoying being together alone.



The curtain-filtered morning sunlight woke me up. My lover was still against me, and, as I moved gently, I realized that we were quite literally stuck together. Our combined juices had flowed from her, against me, drying the hair of her pubis and my leg together. This might not be comfortable. Holding her hard against me so that she didn't pull away when she woke up, I began to kiss her forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips until her eyes opened and she turned her mouth up to mine to return the kiss.



After we'd had our fill of each other's tongue, I quietly explained to her what I thought our predicament was, and she started giggling. Neither of us could come up with a solution to the problem except for getting worked up again, and since both of us badly needed to pee, we didn't see that as realistic. So, on the count of three, she rolled away, both of us feeling the tug of hair stuck together. I was expecting her to say OUCH, or something similar, but wasn't ready for there to be no discomfort at all. I wasn't about to complain though and waited as I watched her delicious nakedness roll out of bed and pad to the bathroom. When she returned, I took my turn, all to aware of my semi-erection as it swayed while I walked. I knew she was watching and actually enjoyed that she was.



When I returned, she was lying on her side, head propped in hand, looking very seductive&hellip;. Until she spoke up and said that if I didn't feed her breakfast soon she'd be without energy for the rest of the day. Oh, well, I thought to myself: there is always later this afternoon, later this evening, later tonight and all of tomorrow morning. Plenty of time for more playing, and, after all, we didn't PLAN to spend the whole weekend in bed. But it wasn't a bad idea&hellip;&hellip;



With my lover dressed only in one of my extra long t-shirts, and me in a pair of boxer-briefs, we headed out to the kitchen. With lots of touching, kissing and teasing thrown in, we made breakfast together: pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, juice and milk. It was good, filling and full of the necessary ingredients to keep us energized for later. With the breakfast dishes done, again with lots of playing mixed in, we headed for the shower. I had suggested that we might want to go swim first and shower second, but my lover let me know that she'd rather face the day "not sticky" as compared to staying that way. No argument from me. As far as I was concerned, it just meant that the shower would be lots of fun!



I enjoyed looking at my lover's shape as she bent to start the water&hellip;. And then we just stood holding each other waiting for it to get warm. When it was adjusted properly, she stepped into the over-size shower and I quickly followed. Again holding each other, under the water, we kissed and caressed, letting the water get us wet and enjoying the heat around us.



In a few minutes I encouraged her to get on her knees, and saw the mischievous look in her eyes. I assured her that I wasn't asking for sexual purposes, but also insisted that she get down on her knees. My lover complied, and I had to take just a moment to enjoy the sweet feeling of having her face so close to my manhood. Still, that was not why I'd asked her to get down there. Taking down the showerhead, I had her tilt her head back so that I could thoroughly wet her hair. That done, I washed her hair, shampooing twice and putting in conditioner. I'd rinse it later, but let it sit for now.



Helping her to stand up, I grabbed the wash cloth and soap&hellip;. And enjoyed leisurely washing her entire body. I started at her neck, even washing behind her ears as she giggled, did her shoulders, back, under her arms, her front (spending extra time on her chest), stomach, rear end, thighs, and calves. Knowing enough to leave her feet alone, I trusted the soapy water washing over them to take care of that.



After washing her, I rinsed her body very carefully, and then rinsed her hair of the conditioner. When I was finished, she insisted on returning the favor and I wasn't going to argue. I enjoyed every sensation as I knelt before her, looking directly at her sex or up at her full chest, letting her wash my hair. When she was finished I stood so she could wash my body and reveled in the pleasure of her hands and the washcloth as they rubbed over my skin, slick with the lather she'd created.



She washed me completely as I had her, but never even touched my manhood. Well, I thought to myself, I hadn't washed her there either. My reasoning was that I didn't want to rub the soap into the wrong place and cause any discomfort. She had apparently taken it differently and had been thinking very pleasurable thoughts as we washed each other. My own thoughts, now on her sexiness again, caused me to gain another erection as she rinsed me, noticing my hardness and smiling without comment. When she'd rinsed me completely and put the showerhead back up, she pulled me against her, kissed me deep and then pushed away.



I watched in desire as she turned away from me, spread her legs as far as the shower stall width would allow and bent over away from me, arching her back to expose her sex to me. "Take me," she said simply, and I wasn't about to argue, but I also had another idea I wanted to explore. I knew she was expecting me to penetrate her&hellip;. But instead I knelt behind her, held her hips and reached out with my tongue. Her sex was wet with more than water, and her juices were noticeably thicker as they flowed from within her over my probing tongue. I heard her moan in pleasure and pressed forward, licking between the lips of her sex from warm inviting opening to erect tingling clit.



Only when I had fulfilled my own selfish desire to taste her and give her some pleasure did I stand up behind her, holding her left hip in my left hand and guiding my now swollen manhood into her. Once my hardness had penetrated her, I held her hips with both hands, pulling her back to me as I forced my hips forward, once again giving in to the passion of the pleasures our bodies could share. As deep as our feelings ran for each other, my thoughts and feelings as I plunged in and out of her hot wetness were not on how important she was to me, but instead on how loud and deep her moans were. The harder I thrust, the deeper she moaned&hellip; the faster I plunged, the louder her sounds of pleasure grew.



I couldn't even tell you whether or not she came as I repeatedly forced myself in and out of her&hellip;. I was lost in the overwhelming sensation of her silky slickness as it clutched, milked and caressed my length. I lost all track of time as we thrust and plunged together, until I finally exploded within her, pulling her hips hard to me, forcing my length to penetrate her as deep as my own blessings would allow. I could feel my cock moving against her inner walls as it swelled and spurt, once again jetting thick ropes of cum deeply into her.



When the spasms had finally passed, I almost fell down, catching myself to prevent that, but also trying to hold onto my lover to make sure she didn't fall down either. I shouldn't have worried as she stood up and faced me with a devilish smile, enjoying my plight and just as obviously having enjoyed the encounter. I was taken aback as she reached her right hand down to her sex, stirring her fingers into the thick wetness created from the mixture of our juices, then raising those fingers before me. "Want a taste?" she offered with that same grin. I didn't have enough breath to answer her but opened my lips for a taste just the same. She reached out and just rubbed the tips of her fingers against my bottom lip&hellip;. Then putting her fingers into her own mouth where I watched her suck them hard to get every drop off them. Just as I thought she was selfishly keeping the delicious taste all to herself, she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, our thick sweet slightly salty taste plain on her tongue as it swirled with mine.



I continued to catch my breath as she cleansed herself, her sex, her thighs, and then rinsed. By the time she was done I was able to repeat her actions on myself. The water was just starting to get cold as we stepped out, grabbing the over-large towels to dry ourselves off. I caught her looking at me as we finished this chore and stopped to look at her as well. She leaned toward me, and I to her, and we kissed softly - just a kiss; no tongue, no passion. Just a kiss. "Thank you" didn't even need to be said.



Enjoying the views of each other's bodies, we dressed for the day, anticipating comfortable weather, neither cold nor not, and headed to the kitchen to prepare our lunch. It was too early in the day to eat, but we'd planned on being out of the cabin most of the day and therefore had to take our lunch with us. With lunch made, we grabbed our day packs, water bottles and cameras to head out. I didn't even worry about locking the cabin as we left&hellip;. After all - who would be around in such an isolated place?



 

Kristy's Adventure &#x2013; Part Three



The morning was quite crisp as we strolled, hand in hand, away from the cabin and toward the lake. Although the temperature was already in the low eighties, there was little humidity and so was almost comfortable. We knew we'd build a mild sweat as we walked, but we also knew that we were going to travel around the lake for most of the day, and would therefore have it available for swimming whenever we so decided.



The first couple miles passed comfortably as we walked the woods, only letting go of each others' hand when the terrain demanded it. At some spots, we had to climb over boulders, or up small hills, and, being the gentleman that I am, I always let Kristy go first. The other side of that was that I always got to enjoy terrific views of her legs and wonderfully shaped back side as she climbed ahead of me. Once or twice she lost her balance, or maybe she just pretended to, and I had to catch her to keep her from falling. With hands on her hips, or full of her rounded rear end, my mind was not on hiking, but instead on the morning shower.



My lover and I discussed a great many things while we walked: when was the next time we'd be able to get away? What were we going to have for dinner? Should we go for a shorter walk after dark to see the landscape by moonlight? Should I invest in a Jacuzzi for the cabin? Could I set up the video camera that I'd brought tomorrow morning and video tape us in the throws of passion?



All were good points of conversation, but several of them left me in need of release again. My feelings were mixed while we hiked. As much as I just needed a good orgasm, I also was feeling exceptionally warm and loving toward my partner. Kristy was a good woman: attractive, smart, built well, strong, giving, humorous &#x2013; everything a woman should be. As a wise man once said: the perfect lady when company is present and the perfect whore when they weren't. He didn't mean any insult&hellip; he was simply trying to say that "polite" had no business in the pursuit of sexual gratification between lovers.



Several times during the morning I had the feeling that we were being followed and/or watched, but I never saw anyone behind us; never heard anyone either. When we stopped for lunch, I made sure to listen and pay attention, and eventually decided that I was just being paranoid. After all, coming from a "city", I'd grown unfamiliar with the feeling of having so much open space surround me. Still, after we'd eaten, I made sure that our hiking trail back tracked somewhat, and criss-corssed our old trail several times so that I could look for any sign of someone following us. Here and there I saw signs that someone might be&hellip; but if they were, they had awfully good woodsman skills. They weren't disturbing our trail much at all.



At about one in the afternoon, after a full morning of hiking, followed by a good lunch and then another almost hour of hiking, we'd circled back to the lake at its closest point to the cabin. Both of us had exercised hard in the hiking and climbing and were sweating gently. A cool swim would be welcome, and I was looking forward to seeing my lover's body again. I can't say that I ever get enough of her. So, as we approached that edge of the lake, I made the suggestion that perhaps a swim would be good and she agreed with a smile. I could tell the smile was quite mischievous and knew that it was because she was looking forward to skinny dipping. Being naked together always turned us on, but we'd never been totally naked together outside before, much less running back and forth to the water, or playing in it.



Still, neither of us hesitated in the least as we undressed in anticipation of the swim. I have to admit (again), that I thoroughly enjoyed watching my lover get undressed, and that she did it piece by piece without my help only made it a better show. As I undressed myself, with her watching, I watcher her undress, enjoying it as she unbuttoned her shirt and then arched her back to take it off. The movement displayed her bra-clad chest very well, and made her breasts look even more well rounded than normal. Before taking off her bra, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans to wiggle out of them, and that only made the show better still. I half thought about just attacking her there on the soft grass next to the lake, but figured that we had plenty of time and would both really enjoy the swim.



When we were both naked, we raced to the water and splashed in, running until the water was too high and we fell forward. The water was far from warm, but not cold either. Just cool enough that my manhood was surely as small as I think it can get and her nipples were puckered hard caps on each swell of breast. Together we played and frolicked in the water, splashing each other, dunking each other, being close and racing too. It felt so very good to feel the warmth of her body against mine in the chill of the water. Often we ended up embracing each other, her arms and legs around me. I could feel her nipples poking into my own chest and the fur of her sex as it rubbed against me. I loved the fact that she could readily wrap her long legs all the way around me, and that she was strong enough to keep me there if that was her wish.



After nearly an hour of playing, we decided that we were cooled enough and that it was time to dry off so that we could head back to the cabin. After playing in the water of the lake, we'd both agreed, with a wonderful smile, that we needed another shower. So, walking out of the lake, we each grabbed our towel out of our daypacks and dried ourselves before dressing. I still wanted to take her then and there but held off, knowing the pleasures that would await me before, after or in the shower.



The walk from the lake to the cabin was only about ten minutes and I enjoyed every step thinking about my lover's body and feeling her close to me again&hellip;. soon. I hadn't locked the cabin, and so didn't have to worry about unlocking it as I stepped up and opened the door for my lady.



Kristy stepped through the door ahead of me and I playfully grabbed her ass as she went by. She was giggling as she walked into the living room with me following closely behind her, reaching to put my arms around her waist from behind. Leaning back into me, she tilted her head back and to the side so that our mouths could meet in a badly needed passionate kiss.



The man's voice interrupted us and made both of us jump. I turned to face the dining room, automatically stepping toward the person I considered an intruder and who I had every intention of violently throwing from my cabin. Of course, seeing him sitting in one of MY dining room chairs with a pistol pointed at me changed my mind quickly. It didn't change far though; given the amount of time I'd spent learning and teaching self-defense, my thoughts only changed from "kill him now" to "kill him once he's close enough". I considered his weapon mine if I could reach it. He wasn't that stupid.



At his orders, trying to control ourselves as best we could, I sat down in an armed chair in the living room which was arranged to face the bedroom and the bed therein. While I sat there, with him more than fifteen feet away from both of us, Kristy used the rope he provided to tie me into the chair. I did what I could to make sure that there was slack in the rope, but he watched carefully and I knew that I could only do so much. When he was satisfied that she'd tied me in securely, he began ordering her more directly.

<hr pg="3" />First she was told to take of her shoes (hiking boots), socks and jeans. I watched as she complied at gunpoint, with a look of mixed emotion on her face. I thought about that. I remembered that she'd once shared a fantasy with me that involved "being taken" by a man while her lover watched. I realized that I am her lover and this man, unless we were deluding ourselves, had every intention of "taking" her. How she was reacting to it was what I wasn't sure of. She was obviously scared, but also had a quality about her that I couldn't easily interpret. I think a part of her was looking at the experience as a fulfillment of her fantasy&hellip;. With the lingering fears that she might actually be hurt.



Standing there dressed only in her panties, bra and shirt, she was ordered to go lie in the middle of the bed&hellip; and only then did I notice the restraints that were already in place there. Kristy hesitated for a few minutes, but then walked quickly to the bed and lay down in the middle, spreading herself out in a spread eagle position without being told. The man nodded in appreciation before strapping Kristy into the restraints one at a time. It wasn't an easy thing to do while keeping the gun pointed at her, but he managed, especially since he had already set things up.



Part of me was consumed with guilt. If I hadn't failed to maintain the security of the cabin, assuming we were safe, this might not of happened. Then again, as I stopped to think about my feelings of being watched this morning, I didn't know how long this guy had been around. A huge part of me was worried about Kristy's safety and well being. The more analytical part was thinking that this guy was very direct; had planned well; and was after what he wanted. That had, he'd go on his way. A very small part of me was enjoying the view of my lover tied out like that&hellip;. I had a clear view right up between her thighs, between her heaving chest and into her eyes. In her eyes, as she looked "down" at me, I could see the mix of emotions within her. Fear was mingling with desire as she was vulnerable to this man&hellip;.. and I could do nothing but watch.



Once Kristy was fully secured and unable to escape or really fight him, he finally put the gun down on the nightstand. Leaning over my lover the guy slowly unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and lay it open so that he had a direct unobstructed view of her heaving chest as it was contained in her bra.



The man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, scaring the hell out of me&hellip;. Opening it, he held it over my lovers chest, the look of fear pure and undiluted in her eyes now. I felt a little better as he lowered the blade toward her with the sharp edge facing up away from her. I was heartened even more at how careful he was about not even scratching her as he moved the blade between her skin and bra, pulling up quickly to cut her bra open&hellip;. Baring her full chest which sprang free proudly.



At the release of her breasts, and the exposure of her nakedness to his eyes, I heard her gasp audibly and couldn't tell if it was a sound of fear or pleasure. It sounded an awful lot like the sounds she makes when she is surprised by a pleasurable act I perform unexpectedly. Maybe my libido was overpowering my sense of reality, but I'd swear, as scared as she was, she was also looking forward to this man continuing in his actions until he had used her however he saw fit.



My suspicions were confirmed when I realized that there was a growing wet spot in the crotch of her panties. Fear doesn't usually cause sexual excitement and I knew my lover well enough to know that her wetness was being caused by sexual anticipation. With that belief, I relaxed just a very little and succumbed to being forced to watch as my lover enjoyed whatever it was this man had planned to do to, or with, her&hellip;&hellip;  

Kristy's Adventure &#x2013; Part Four



With Kristy's breasts free to his sight&hellip;. Or his hands&hellip; or, if Kristy got what it looked like she desired, his mouth, the "bad guy" as I was coming to think of him just stood and stared. I had to admit, her chest was impressive, but that didn't mean I was enjoying sharing the view. To my way of thinking, though Kristy's body was, first and foremost, her own domain, to the extent that she allowed, it was also mine &#x2013; not anyone else's unless she and I both agreed she could share. To have this man viewing her nakedness, much less be free to touch or taste, was not a pleasant reality for me. It had always been an interesting abstract thought&hellip; but reality was most difficult.



With her chest bare and heaving, I watched as the man laid his knife down on the bed stand, making sure it was well out of reach of her tied hand. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt to her left side, and lowered his face to her left breast. The nipple was so hard that it looked like it was reaching up to his mouth, but he was in no hurry. Kristy's eyes were on him as he moved, watching his face, searching his eyes, I imagine, for some sign of his intentions. I thought he was going to lean over and put his mouth on her nipple, but instead, he leaned down and appeared to be examining it closely. His face was less than two inches away from it as he turned his head back and forth, viewing it from different angles. I'm sure she could feel his breath as it blew across her skin, and the wet spot in her panties seemed to be spreading. In spite of our predicament, I felt myself begin to harden as I watched her mostly naked body being, well, treated however he saw fit.



After spending several minutes staring at her erect left nipple from every angle, he moved&hellip; to do the same thing with her other nipple. It may have seemed longer than it actually was due to our restrained positions, but I'd swear he took a good five minutes examining her nipples. Only then, did he, ever so slowly, lower his mouth to her. I held my breath waiting for her reaction and was relieved that she didn't scream or cry out as he first tentatively licked and then aggressively sucked her left nipple. My lover's first reaction was to clench her eyes shut, trying to deny the contact I guess. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling at first. But a few seconds after his lips made contact with her erect cherry topped breast, her breathing deepened and I could see her relax.



He spent a few minutes on her left nipple, still not touching her with his hands, instead his only contact with her body was his mouth. From her left nipple he moved to her right, and then back, and back again. He must have spent another twenty minutes just sucking, licking, and gently nibbling her nipples until they were aching with stimulation. I could see the wet spot in her panties growing even larger and knew that she was liberally drenched with her nectar. I found myself wondering if he'd taste her there too. My answer was forthcoming.



When he eventually grew bored with tasting my lover's fantastic chest, he raised himself back up and looked up and down her body, enjoying, as I had many a time, the beauty of her curves and the smoothness of her skin. Then he picked up his knife again&hellip;..



With his blade in hand, he repositioned himself next to her left hip&hellip;.. slid the knife blade, edge up away from her, into the waistband of her panties at that hip&hellip;. Angled it down so that it protruded from the hole for her left leg and then yanked viciously away from her body with his knife. Her panties were quickly cut through, and because of the way he pulled, when the material separated it sprung back to where it was only partially covering her sex&hellip;.. From where I was sitting, I could see part of her trimmed pubis, one full swollen lip of her womanhood, and the honeydew slickness that literally covered her crotch.



I heard my lover suck in her breath as her sex was exposed, and could do nothing but watch as the man used the knife to lift away the cloth that provided so little cover for her now aching pussy. Her excitement was obvious, as was her fear, but I wasn't sure which one was in control at the moment. I certainly didn't see her legs pulling or straining in any way against her bonds, but she wasn't actively trying to spread them either. I think she had, in some sense, resigned herself to the actions of this man, both afraid of what he might do, and afraid of what he might not.



Kneeling on her left side as he was, he once again put down the knife on the bedstand, this time not as careful to make sure it was out of her reach. Even by accident, it still was, but I'm not sure she was paying attention. He bent forward over her crotch, just as he had with her breasts, seeming to look at her sex from several different directions. I could smell her excitement from where I was, and easily see how wet she had become. I could well imagine what he was seeing and how wonderful her aroma was from as close as he was. His face was only inches from her swollen and spread sex. I watched as he moved his head around, looking at her lips from every angle, inhaling deeply, watching her move no matter how small the movement might be.



I may have been imagining it, but I'd have sworn that I saw her move her body as if to offer it to him. I saw her ass tighten, and her hips lift and would swear that she was trying to push her sex up into this guy's face. With his right hand across her body, and his face basically upside down in her crotch, I watched as his left hand moved toward her, moving to caress the inside of her left thigh&hellip;. Rubbing it up and down slowly. Higher and higher until he hand pushed the side of his fingers into the crease of her leg, pushing aside her left pussy lip, and the squeezing her thigh.



And then he moved his left index finger over to her sex, touching her in her most private places, sliding his finger up and down her slick slit, from below her hot opening to above her erect clit. I saw and heard her gasp as his finger crossed her clit&hellip;.. moving back down, making her gasp again. And just as the sound of her gasp passed, I watched him slowly penetrate her sex with that finger. It disappeared one joint at a time and I could see that my lover was holding her breath as he slid his digit into her until it was completely within her moist heat. I watched as his wrist rotated, and he stirred his finger within her, not knowing how she was going to react.



He obviously had some desire to please her as his left thumb moved up to circle her clit as he finger-fucked her, rubbing over and across her most sensitive nub, all the while exploring her depths with that finger. When my lover began to breath again, her breath had patterns of pleasure, not frustration. Sensing that, the man added another finger to her moisture, moving them in, out and around as his thumb continued on her clit. It didn't take her long to reach her orgasm as he'd been teasing her for such a long while, but the force of her climax really surprised me. Every muscle that I could see tightened and she seemed to stop breathing as she reached her peak. When she began to come down, and released the breath she was holding, it was accompanied by a long groaning sound that seem to pulse in a matched rhythm with her spasms of ecstasy.



For several moments after her climax had passed, she just laid there breathing, trying to recover from what was easily one of the most intense and deeply pleasing orgasms I'd ever seen her enjoy. While she was laying there with her eyes closed, breathing deeply, the man moved off the bed and began to remove his pants. She seemed completely unaware of this until he climbed back onto the bed at the foot. Her pussy, if it was possible, was even more drenched after her climax, and his manhood was standing proud. It was at that point that I realized how hard I was as well, and I felt some shame at being so excited while my lover was being used in this fashion.



I couldn't tell whether or not my lover ever opened her eyes as the man climbed between her legs, but I could easily see his thick length hanging down from his body, pointing the way to her warm center, one clear pearl drop of precum dripping from the head of his swollen cock. I saw my lover squirm some as his cockhead made contact with the slick lips of her sex, but I couldn't tell whether she was trying to avoid his entry or help it along. Either way, within a few moments, his cockhead split her pussy and stretched her open. It was easy to see that he was both thicker and longer than I am, and I hoped, as I watched him penetrate her, that she was feeling no discomfort. From the way things had gone, I felt fairly sure that she was loving every minute, while hating it at the same time, but that she certainly wasn't experiencing any level of pain.



With my own cock throbbing in my pants, the wetness an obvious feeling inside my shorts as my precum flowed, I watched his length disappear into my lover an inch at a time until he was almost buried to the balls. His cock had to be almost nine inches in length, and my lover wasn't quite that deep. The man who was so cruelly having his way with her was also most gentle as he began to work his shaft in and out of her, pushing slightly deeper with each stroke. I watched her pussy lips stretch and clutch his length, seemingly sucking it in and then trying to hold it there as he pulled away.



Finally I watched him stroke into her, burying his length completely, pushing hard against her body to insure that he had no more to give. I heard my lover moan and knew that she was enjoying being so filled. At the sound of her moan the man began to move faster, plunging quicker&hellip;. Forcing her to take his length to its full depth with every stroke and pulling out until only the swollen head of his sex was left within her. He began to pound her body against the bed, forcing down as she was forced up by the springs of the mattress, and pulling away as the force of his entry pushed her down into the bed.



Faster and harder he plunged, the sounds of his body slapping against hers sounding like a staccato mixed with the squishy sounds of her moisture taking and releasing him over and over again. He came quickly: the results of the teasing he'd given her which had also taken a toll on him. I was expecting him to bury his length inside her when he came, but he didn't, instead pulling himself from within her and stroking his cock as spurt after spurt of his cum jetted from him to land on her belly and trimmed pubic mound.



When his climax had passed, he looked down at my lover and said, "Thank you." I'll never understand that from a man who had forced himself onto and into a woman, but I did understand being so appreciative for the pleasures my lover is capable of sharing. Leaving his load on her skin where it began to thicken and dry on her skin and in her short pubic hair, he climbed off the bed, picked up his pants and the knife and walked over to me.



My own fear was palpable as he approached me, and I was completely at his mercy. The knife in his hand was pointing directly at me as he approached and I knew that he was going to kill me so that I'd not be able to bear witness against him for having taken my lover. As he stood in front of me, pants in hand, I had a clear view of his now shrinking organ which was dripping with my lover's thick juices. That was his final torture for me. Having bound me and forced me to watch him take my darling, he was now forcing me to see his softening length covered with the nectar that only I had previously enjoyed from within my Kristy's body.



With a quick movement, he leaned down and cut my left hand free with the knife. The blade nicked my wrist in the process, but I wasn't about to complain. With that, he turned and left the cabin, leaving me to use my left hand to untie my bonds and then go to my lover to help her out of hers. It took me several minutes to get free, and during that time, my Kristy never moved, and hardly seemed to breath. When I got my right hand free, I quickly untied my feet and moved to the bed.



From her left side, I had much the same view as the man had enjoyed, and the sight, as unwelcome as the circumstances were, was still quite exciting. There lay my lover bound, spread eagle, her nipples shiny with the man's dried spittle; her sex swollen and red from the pounding she'd received and enjoyed; his cum congealing on her belly and sex. My cock was throbbing much as my heart was aching, and I had to set aside my own selfish desires to use her for my pleasure.



Untying her ankles first, and then her wrists, I realized that she was crying softly, so faintly that I could barely hear her and that no tears were flowing at all. When I asked what was wrong, she told me that she'd tell me in the shower, and to the bathroom we went together. There, I helped her to remove what pieces of her clothing were left, and started the shower for her as she stepped in. "Join me," she said, and I complied. Removing my own clothes, I was ashamed of my erection, afraid that she'd think I was cold or unfeeling for having become aroused as she was taken, albeit gently and pleasurably, by another man against her will.



"Why are you crying?" I asked her as I stepped into the hot spray with her.



"I'm not sure," she answered honestly. "I was so afraid the whole time," and she fell into my arms. I thought for the briefest moment that we were rubbing the man's cum into our stomachs, but the thought was only a flash in my mind as her body pressed against mine. Once again, as my hardness pressed into her belly, I wondered if it was offensive to her, given the circumstances.



"But even through my fear," she said into my neck as she nuzzled against me, "there was the burning desire to have him take me just as he did. The close examination he gave me was such as tease that it was almost like a half hour of foreplay before he finally gave me what I wanted." She cried softly some more against me. "And I felt so bad for wanting it." She cried a little more deeply now. "I felt so dirty&hellip;.. like a whore for wanting him&hellip;.. but I did want him so bad&hellip; and when he finally took me, it was so good&hellip;&hellip; he was so long and so thick&hellip; and filled me so full&hellip;.." she was babbling now through her tears, and I'm not sure she was aware of what she was saying. "And the whole time he was using me, I knew you were watching, and I wasn't sure if you'd ever want me again after I'd been defiled in such a way&hellip;&hellip;."



That seemed like a worry that I could relieve, though I wasn't sure she was in any mood. With one arm still holding her close, and her head still buried in my neck, I took one of her hands from my waste where it rested and put it down directly onto my hard cock. "Hard" is probably an understatement for my condition at that point. I was like a throbbing rock that oozed precum freely. With her hand grasping my length, I whispered back to her. "And I was afraid that my excitement would offend you &#x2013; that you'd be insulted, hurt and angry that I got so excited from watching another man take you." I breathed and a chill ran the length of my body as her hand began to stroke me. "And I don't think I'd have been this way if I hadn't seen the signs of your pleasure. Watching the man take you didn't turn me on. What turned me on was seeing you so deeply involved in the sex&hellip;. Just enjoying the pleasure that your body, and his, provided you."



Kristy's hand continued to stroke me as she again talked into my neck, still coming to terms with what had happened and what her reaction had been. "We were both so afraid of what the other would think," she said softly. "But I want you to know that my love for you is unchanged and that I'd do anything for you."



"I know that," I whispered back. "And I'm glad that we can still feel so close so immediately after something so horrible."



"I don't know that it was horrible," she confessed into my neck. "I know that I was scared at first, but when he wasn't violent, I was so turned on&hellip;&hellip; I'm somehow glad that you were there to share the experience."

<hr pg="4" />I didn't know what to say to that. More honesty seemed like a good idea. "I was scared too&hellip;.. for both of us," I said. "I was worried that he'd hurt you with the knife, and then I was worried that he'd hurt you when he penetrated you. He was so much bigger than me." I breathed. "And then I was worried that after being so completely filled by a man like that, you'd never be satisfied with, or want, me again." There it was said.



My lover never seems to have trouble surprising me, and she didn't here again. "Let me show you how much I'm satisfied with you, and how much I want you all the time." The last thing I expected was for her to have any interest in sex, but she was apparently still worked up and her hand stroking my length hadn't eased my desires any. I thought it would be selfish to try to engage her in any physical intimacy, but she didn't seem to mind.



Still stroking my length she dropped to her knees before me, putting my hardness right in her face. Just as the man had examined her so carefully, she did the same to me, holding my length, moving it back and forth as she looked at every throbbing vein from less than two inches away. When she'd satisfied her curiosity about my appearance, never having stopped her stroking, she began to kiss the sides of my shaft with small "peck" type kisses, from tip to base and back up the other side.



I knew that I wasn't going to take long to cum, because, just as she had said, the man basically teased her for a half hour before taking her. The whole scene was one big long tease for me and I was aching to explode. When her mouth engulfed me, the hot shower felt cold by comparison, and her mouth provided me heated wet ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building already, and it took very little movement of her mouth sucking up and down my length to push me over the peak.



My breathing and groans of pleasure let her know that the moment was upon me. I felt her remove her mouth from my hardness, her hand still stroking, until my cock began to spurt jets of thick white cum in ropes all over her chest. I don't think it was so much that she aimed there, but, given our positioning, that's just where it landed. She had once told me that she liked to watch me cum, and it crossed my mind in this instance that she was getting a fairly good view. From less than a foot or two away she was stroking my length and watching as each spasm caused more milky white cum to shoot forth, landing on her skin as it fell.



When my orgasm had passed, my lover stood before me again, still stroking my softening length, milking it to make sure that every drop had been released. Standing before me, her other hand pulled my head to hers, so that we met in a kiss &#x2013; something that the man hadn't even tried to my thanks. Our lips met and our tongues swirled and we reveled in the love we shared, and the complete honesty that supported it.



"Now we're even," she said, breaking our kiss. "This evening before we go to sleep, you'd better make long slow love to me."



"Your wish is my command, my love," I replied, kissing her again.



We showered together, washing and playing. I was amazed at how little the trauma of the event had affected our love, but I guess it was a sign of how strong our love is. Clean, we got out of the shower, drying ourselves and each other, and stepped naked into the bedroom. The sight of the bonds still on the bed halted us both, and my first thought was that I should have gotten rid of them before joining my lover in the shower. Once again surprising me, my lover turned and snuggled close for a moment. "Maybe later you'll let me tie you up," she said with a giggle. "And I can tease you into the kind of pleasure you've always wanted."



"I won't fight you," I answered her honestly. "But I'm not sure how much I look forward to it."



"We'll see," she said with a smile.



With that, we got dressed and began to plan dinner. The evening was going to be long since we were already relaxing, and we had no specific bed time beyond when we were exhausted. We could sleep in the next morning, but I'd make sure the windows were secured in some way, shape or form, tonight.  

Kristy's Adventure &#x2013; Part Five



For dinner I prepared an Italian Sausage meal that I had been planning for the whole week. It consisted of spicy "hot" Italian sausage, cooked on an indoor grill so that they remained juicy without being greasy. In a frying pan, with just a little oil, I cooked sliced onions, green peppers and potatoes. The potatoes basically fried in the combination of oil and juice from the cooked onions and peppers. We both ate well and left the dishes in the sink to soak&hellip;. An easy excuse not to have to clean them right then.



With dinner a memory and "cleaning up" tended to for then, we retired to the living room where I built a softly crackling fire in the wood stove, leaving the door open so that we could toast marshmallows and make "S'mores". After we'd eaten our fill of the sweet deserts, we got out the Monopoly game and set it up on the dining room table where we played for almost two hours by lamp light. The game started out quite fun and full of energy, but started to slow down after the first hour or so. Soon I could tell that my lover's mind was elsewhere and I worried about where in light of the earlier experiences of the day.



After almost exactly two hours of play, Kristy surprised me by saying, "Let's go to the bedroom."



I immediately wanted to ask why, but felt that such a question would be beyond ignorant. So, not one to argue, and wanting to support whatever she was thinking in every way, I agreed, we left the game as it was and walked hand in hand to the bedroom.



She stopped me at the foot of the bed, turned to me, pulled me to her in a strong hug and forced her mouth onto mine. I say "forced" because there was nothing gentle or romantic about the way she kissed me then. Her lips crushed against mine and her tongue pressed against mine, swirling and probing as if she could take part of my soul with that kiss. She kissed me as if she was re-establishing herself in my world. And then she pulled away just as suddenly, stepping back from me and holding me at arms length. "Strip," she commanded me simply. Who was I to argue?



As I undressed, I was puzzled by the fact that she was not joining me in my nakedness, but again, I wasn't going to argue. When I was naked, she stood back another step, looking at me; her eyes traveling up and down my body; noting how my cock jumped as my heart throbbed and my excitement grew. I wasn't fully erect yet, but I was on my way.



"Lay down on the bed," she ordered me next. I was hesitant because I knew then what she had planned. She was going to tie me down, spread eagle and take her pleasure from me just as she would provide it to me. My problem, and the source of my hesitation, was that I am claustrophobic as hell and didn't think I'd do well with being tied down. My lover obviously saw the trouble in my eyes and stepped back into me again, her arms around me, her hands on my ass and her lips at my ear. "Trust me," she whispered. "Trust my love not to do anything at all that you don't want&hellip;."



It took a measure of will power to lay down on the bed that way &#x2013; naked before a fully dressed woman (even if she was my lover), spread out so that she could secure my ankles and wrists. Kristy did that slowly, taking care to make sure that the bonds were not too tight, but also that I was secured from going very far. I had some small freedom of movement, but certainly not enough to grab anything or get up without her help. With me secured thus, my lover said simply, "See ya' soon," and turned to leave the room.



Laying there bound, with only my breathing and heart beat to keep me company, I could easily hear my lover as she moved around in the kitchen. It took about ten minutes before she came back into the bedroom with a tray that I assumed was full, but that I never really got a good look at. She carried it straight into the adjoining bathroom and set it down on the counter in there.



Apparently more prepared to continue then, Kristy approached the bed and stood beside it, looking down at me. "My darling," she said softly. "If I do anything you don't appreciate, or anything you don't like," she almost whispered, "be sure to let me know." She paused and breathed. "Otherwise, I'm going to have a good time taking my pleasure from your body&hellip;&hellip; and I'm sure providing you some pleasure along the way." With that, she actually stepped up onto the bed and began to undress directly above me. She didn't have a lot on to begin with, but as her body was revealed to me from this unique point of view, I became acutely aware of my manhood as it filled and hardened in response to her display.



I thought that she would step down, or kneel down, or something, when she was finished undressing, but that would have been too predictable. Instead, she stood above me and let her hands wander her body, almost moving as if she could hear music that I could not. I watched as her hands caressed her breasts, pinching, rolling and gently pulling on her erect nipples. When she was satisfied with how hard her nipples were, and very wet from having toyed with them, her hands began to travel down her body, caressing her belly, hips, ass, thighs, and finally over her wetness.



My lover had given me quite a show already. Her moves had included turning around, squatting and wriggling her hips. I had enjoyed the view of her sex from below as she moved, from below as she squatted, opening it to my view, and then from a whole different angle as she had turned around and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Not only did I get a nice view of her spread, wet and swollen pussy, but also of her puckered ass hole which also glistened from her clinging sex juices. I hadn't often thought about stimulating my lovers "back door", but this obvious display of it for my viewing pleasure was a hint and I filed it away for future reference.



Now standing above me, looking down past her body into my eyes, and letting her fingers play in her wetness, my lover had a few questions for me. "Will you do everything I ask you to do?" Kristy asked as she rubbed her clit.



"Of course," I replied &#x2013; as if I had a choice.



"Will you lick my pussy until I cum on your face?" she asked as she plunged two fingers knuckle deep into herself.



"With pleasure," I answered.



"Will you be still as I ride your hard cock, using it for my pleasure?" she asked as she spread her pussy lips and showed me her inner pinkness.



"As long as you don't make me cum," I answered her honestly.



In response to my answer, my lover knealt down quickly astride me, her wetness on my belly and her chest pressed against my neck. "Oh, I won't make you cum too quickly," she assured me. "Not until I've gotten everything else I want out of your hardness." With that, she fed me her two slick fingers, ordering me to lick and suck them clean. This was going to be SO much fun&hellip;&hellip;



Much to my surprise, as I thought the fun was beginning, Kristy had different ideas. She moved off the bed and walked into the bathroom, letting me enjoy the site of her delicious ass as she wiggled away. She stood for a moment at the counter, picking over whatever she had gathered on the tray, before turning back to face me. In her hands were a comb and scissors. With those in one hand, she grabbed a towel with the other and came back into the bedroom. I tried to focus on her beautiful breasts and glistening pubic thatch, but my attention, and fear, was centered on the scissors.



"Lift your butt," she ordered as she set the items down close to me. I obeyed out of a lack of options. She pushed the towel under my butt from one side and moved around the other to make sure that it was centered and flat. Then, picking up the comb and scissors, she told me to be still as she didn't want to nick me. With that, she began to comb through my pubic hair, pulling out a few tangles and getting it all standing as straight as it would.



At that she once again told me to lay still and began to trim with the scissors. I laid with my eyes closed thinking, "Well, I like hers trimmed short. Why should I deny her the same thing?" A few minutes later she'd trimmed my pubic hair down to about one half of an inch. She combed through it thoroughly several times to make sure she'd gotten all the loose hairs out and then mad me lift my butt again so she could remove the towel which is where all the trimmed hair had fallen.



Taking the towel, comb and scissors, she went back into the bathroom, threw the towel on the floor and put the other items back onto the tray. Once again picking over the tray, she came back with a tube of skin lotion. Climbing onto the bed beside me, my lover explained. "We don't want this newly shortened hair to chafe, so I'll make sure your skin is okay." With that, she squirted some of the lotion into the palm of her right hand and began to rub it into my pubic mound, all around my erection, when all I wanted her to do was stroke my length. Kristy was very aware of this though and managed to avoid any stimulating contact until she was done.



She left the bed again, and I realized that part of this tease was watching her come and go. No matter which way she faced her body was exquisite and I wanted her so badly. I felt wetness on my stomach and realized that a drop of precum had fallen from my swollen cock head. My arousal was that great. Kristy took care of that soon enough&hellip;..



When she came back from the bathroom she had an ice cube in her hand. There was nothing I could do to escape, but moaned in mixed pleasure as the coldness in her hand ran from the base of my cock to the swollen head, around and back down the other side of my shaft. The cold was SO cold it was almost painful, but it was also so intense that it was almost pleasurable. With the cold so penetrating on my length, I DID moan in pleasure as the cold disappeared and my lover's hot mouth engulfed my length. She took my entire cock in one motion, her tongue trailing back up as she sucked her way back up, pulling away at the top. And then the ice was back, stroking up, around and back down, followed by the heat of her mouth. This went on for a good five minutes until the ice had melted and she'd sucked/licked most of the melt-water off my cock.



And then I enjoyed watching her sexy back side sashay back to the bathroom. There I could see her dry her hands, but I couldn't see anything else she was doing. She came back into the bedroom, in all her naked splendor, carrying a squeeze bottle of honey. Kneeling astride my chest, facing my feet, providing an outstanding view of her open sex, and once again, her spread ass cheeks, Kristy began to dribble warm honey over my hard length. She took her time, dribbling it slowly up and down my length, over my balls, back up my length, making circles on the swollen knob of the head, and back down, until she was quite satisfied with the coverage.



Then the honey was set aside and she lowered her head to my sex. I realized at that point, that none of this was about her using my body for her pleasure. So far, she'd done nothing but tease and please me. And she continued to do so as her mouth descended on my manhood, her tongue tasting and swirling as her lips locked around me and her mouth sucked me in. Kristy's wonderfully hot and wet mouth worked on my length until all traces of the honey were gone &#x2013; everywhere. I couldn't feel the smallest drop of sticky honey anywhere on my length or balls, and my lover was still working. If she didn't stop soon, I was going to cum in her mouth, and she hadn't even begun to enjoy herself yet.



I could just feel my orgasm beginning to build when my lover stopped her oral attentions and raised herself off of me. I enjoyed watching as her sexy ass and wet slit lifted away, but was disappointed that I hadn't had the opportunity to taste what I knew to be her delicious sex.



I wasn't disappointed long as my lover turned around to face me, and walked her knees up to my shoulders. There, she smiled down at me, used her fingers to spread her sweet swollen wet sex apart and then lowered it into my face, directly onto my open mouth and stretched out tongue. Her positioning was outstanding as her hot opening slid onto my tongue and her lips met mine. With her hot pussy in contact with my almost equally hot mouth, her hands left her spread lips and moved up to once again caress her chest and nipples while my mouth worked against and inside of her.



Not being able to move much made eating my lover a more difficult task than normal, but I applied myself aggressively and interpreted her moans of pleasure to mean that I was doing a decent job. I knew my lover was excited and had worked herself up to quite a frenzy while she was teasing me. Her sex was literally flowing her slickness and her clit was as hard as I'd ever felt it. She started out watching me as she rode my face, but gradually, between the pleasure of my mouth and her hands, her head rolled back and I assumed her eyes closed&hellip;. I could no longer see them. But I could hear her moans of pleasure increasing and knew that together, again, we were pleasuring my lover.



Her first orgasm of this session hit her as she rocked her hips back and forth over my mouth, forcing her clit across my tongue at a rapid pace. As her orgasm built and peaked, the motion of her hips sped up and she forced herself harder down onto my mouth. Her orgasm and was long and intense, and as she started to come down from her climax, she began to slow down the rocking of her hips and eased up from my face. I could feel her juices smeared onto my chin, nose and lips&hellip;.. and she tasted delicious as usual.



When her climax had fully passed and her breathing started to return to normal, I felt my lover move down over me, sliding her wet sex down my chest, across my belly and against my throbbing erection. I don't think I could have gotten any harder as her dripping wet lips rubbed up and down my shaft. My lover lay on top of me, rocking back and forth on her knees as her breasts pushed against my hairy chest, her hard nipples being tickled as she moved. Her tongue and lips moved toward mine and I was excited about our kiss.



The kiss, however, was not what she had planned. Instead, her lips and tongue began to lick and suck the flavor of her own juices from mine&hellip;. Off my lips, off my chin, off my cheeks. Kristy loved the taste of her sex and, since she couldn't eat herself directly, I know she regularly enjoyed tasting her own juices off her fingers, or in this case, my face. While she was in the process of tasting her pussy from my mouth, she finally stopped teasing me and aligned everything properly to slide herself onto my shaft.



As her tongue traveled my lips, I felt her warmth engulf my length, sliding down onto me without pause since she was so wet. I felt her sex grip me, squeezing me as she moved, all the while her tongue was teasing mine and we moaned together in a passionate kiss full of the flavor of her nectar. At that, my lover sat up on me and began riding me vigorously, rocking her hips up and down in a quick and firm fashion. She rode most of the way up my hardness with each stroke and slammed back down to make sure every inch was impaled within her.



As I laid there, tied and incapable of adding much to our pleasure, I enjoyed watching my lover's chest heave and move as she rode me, feeling her pussy grasping every inch of my throbbing maleness as it milked me up and down. In a few short minutes my lover came again, and I could feel her sex pulsating as the waves flowed through her. I actually saw her chest and neck flush with the rush of her blood and could see her stomach muscles and thighs flutter as her climax pulsed throughout her body.



As her climax passed, she continued to ride me in a steady rhythm and I wasn't sure who she was trying to please, me or herself. Looking down into my eyes, she let me know right away, and much to my pleasure. "Cum for me, lover," she said in a husky voice. "Let me feel you explode inside me. Cum deep into me so I can feel you throbbing&hellip;.." and her voice faded away as our pleasure grew.

<hr pg="5" />My own orgasm was building quickly, especially in light of all the teasing she'd given me before. I felt my hardness swell, if that was possible, and my erection seemed even larger as her sex continued to pump up and down, her juices drenching the insides of her thighs and mine. As I felt my muscles all begin to tense in anticipation, I managed to moan out, "Don't stop, baby&hellip;.. I'm gonna cum deep into you&hellip;&hellip;." And the rest was a groan as my orgasm took hold of me.



My lover never stopped as wave after wave of jetting cum burst forth from within me, mingling with the already hot and wet slickness of her sex. My eyes were clenched shut and my breathing was ragged as her pussy continued to milk me as if to insure that every drop had been given; every juice thoroughly mixed. Kristy was an attentive lover and knew that my climax was slowly ebbing down, and she matched my rhythms with her own, slowing her hips until she'd settled down on me once again, relaxed and with my length buried completely inside her.



Laying down on me once again, my lover nuzzled her face into my neck and gave me soft gentle kisses. "I love you," she whispered against me. "I love you, too," I managed to moan out in response. I hoped she would let me rest for at least five minutes while I caught my breath. Maybe, some weekend in the future, I'd get a turn to tie her down. For now though, I was looking forward to another shower and then maybe some soft snuggle time. It'd been an active weekend and I was looking forward to waking up next to my love in the morning. As full as the weekend had been, and as much as we'd loved each other in so many ways, we still had all night, the following morning, and the afternoon together before she'd be home in her mother's company again. A lot could happen in that time.



 

Kristy's Adventure &#x2013; Final Chapter



When our breathing had finally returned to normal, my lover rolled off me, releasing my softened organ from within her. "I'll start the shower," she said softly, continuing to roll off the side of the bed. I enjoyed the view of her sexy ass as she swished away to the bathroom. I enjoyed it even more as she bent over, straight legged, to turn on the water. Her positioning provided me an excellent view of her still swollen labia which showed a drool of my cum flowing out of her and down her thighs.



My lover turned around to catch me staring at her. "Didn't you see enough before?" she asked with a devilish grin.



"No such thing as enough," I responded as I rolled out of bed to join her.



Together we showered, cleansing ourselves individually and by rubbing our soapy bodies together under the heat of the steaming water. It didn't seem like we'd ever get enough of each other this weekend, but I wasn't about to complain. Most of the time, unless my lover came to my house, we didn't get to enjoy each other this way. Her mother watched us like a hawk in spite of Kristy's age, and I knew that if her mother ever caught us "in the act", I'd never be welcome in her house again. Well, there's nothing wrong with traditional moral values.



When we were finished in the shower, we dried ourselves off, each of us watching the other's body as we did so. I enjoyed the sight of her as she dried her breasts and bent to dry her legs. When she dried between them, she lifted one leg onto the edge of the tub and ran the towel back and forth between her thighs. I couldn't help asking, "Feel good?"



"I never thought about it," she answered honestly. And then she continued with a grin, "But it doesn't feel near as good as your tongue or length taking care of me."



"Glad to hear it," I said with a smile and pulled her nakedness to mine for a kiss.



When we were finished drying off and dressed in our bed clothes, we headed out to the kitchen for a late snack. Together we made some milk shakes that had their fair share of alcohol in them, having rum or vodka mixed in along with the occasional dash of whiskey. An hour later we were buzzing pretty good, worn out from the day and almost too drunk to fuck if we'd wanted to. As much as we were enjoying being alone together, we'd both had enough for the day that we didn't push the issue. When we realized that we were falling asleep on the sofa and coming dangerously close to spilling the melted remains of our alcoholic treats on ourselves, we put the glasses away and headed to bed.



It felt good to climb into bed together, snuggling and whispering soft words of love for awhile. Some of what we said didn't make sense as we drifted in and out of dreamland, the conversation finally dieing as we feel asleep holding each other. My dreams were of us skinny dipping in the lake, my lover's body riding mine and the walk we'd enjoyed earlier that day. When I woke up during the night, I merely snuggled closer to my lover and fell back asleep secure in the feelings we shared.



In the morning we both had a mild hangover and weren't in a hurry to get up. Kristy joked about some pork sausage with breakfast, but I knew she was just joking. The thought made us both nauseous. Eventually we rolled out of the bed and took our turns in the bathroom. In spite of the fact that we'd showered the night before, due to the hangover, I felt like I needed a shower to start the day. As Kristy made coffee for us, I watched her body move under her bed clothes, remembered all the pleasure she'd given me during the weekend, and all along in our relationship, and wondered how many guys hadn't given her a second thought purely because she was a big girl. A lot of the guys I know are intimidated by any woman who is as tall as they are, or who might outweigh them.



I was certainly glad that I'd given Kristy a second glance because she was a beautiful woman, a fantastic and energetic lover, and someone who genuinely cared about others. Add all that to her age, hunger for learning about "the world" and her strong desire to please me, her apple dumpling, and it made for a spectacular gift. All those thoughts made me want to take her right there in the kitchen, but the lingering hangover convinced me otherwise.



As we chit-chatted and drank our coffee, we agreed that we needed to do something with the morning before we packed up to go home. Neither of us was particularly horny at that moment, but both of us were open to more later. Finally, we decided that we needed to go back to the lake to go skinny dipping and that, perhaps, making love in or near the water would be a nice adventure prior to going home. We never made it that far&hellip;&hellip;



As we were dressing, in different stages of dress, I was sitting on the bed bent over to tie my shoes just as my lover was bending over either to put panties on or take them off &#x2013; I never figured out which. But when I saw that full beautiful ass cheek right there in my face, I couldn't help but lean forward to bite it. I didn't hurt my lover, of course, but she certainly knew that I had a mouthful of her ass as she squealed and tried to pull away. The wrestling match that ensued resulted in us on the bed again, partially dressed with me mounting her. Our love making was passionate but not quick; intense without fury. We reveled in our union and enjoyed the feeling of our bodies as we came together, moved together, caressing each other until her pussy spasmed and my cock lunged and our climaxes exploded over us, pushing us into an earthly version of heaven&hellip;..



Rolling off my lover, I laid close next to her, holding her, feeling our breath as it slowed and our hearts as they recovered. We woke back up nearly an hour later, having lost almost all of the morning, but definitely not having wasted it. When our eyes met we smiled and the pleasure and happiness we shared was obvious in the looks we gave each other.



We took another shower together, again rubbing our soapy bodies together, but this time drying off and getting dressed without either of us attacking the other. I couldn't accurately count how many showers we'd had throughout the weekend, nor the number of times we'd made love. It had been plenty and the warm, throbbing "well used" feeling in my groin told me so for the rest of the day.



Once dressed, we took our time packing up our belongings, getting lunch along the way and talking about all the fun we'd had over the weekend. Kristy surprised me by thanking me for having shared her experience with the "other guy" as she'd come to call our intruder from the day before. It had been a full and eventful weekend, and we were both kind of disappointed that it was coming to an end. I assured my lover, though, that our next weekend away would be just as fun, if not as eventful&hellip;. She didn't know that I'd bought a boat...

