Dear reader,

This is an ongoing attempt at making a story with fantasy and adventure mixed in, while maintaining eroticism throughout. It is based off of some previous short stories I submitted and as such has material (though edited and changed somewhat) from them that inspired this current version. All rights and ideas are my own and all copyrights are mine. All characters are 18 years of age or older at least in human years.. ;) Thank you for any feedback, comments, critiques and votes! Hope you enjoy...

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Awakening

The year was 1982, a time of greater innocence then today and for some a time of budding youth and exploration. The classic hair-band's such as Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, and KISS ruled the air-waves and Rock and Roll was still considered rebellious and teen driven. Cell phones were non-existent and computers were in their infancy and far too expensive for the average consumer to own for no good reason. The sexual scene was not as conservative as the generation before nor was it nearly as prevalent or open as it is today. Add to this the fact of living in a small rural town in America and you have the act of making out for the first time becoming a big deal in one's life. Scott lived in such a place and time, and his adventures (as he liked to view them) all started from here.

Growing up in a small town has its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, Scott knew pretty much everyone in town. On the other hand, everyone else also knew everyone in town. This is good when you need to find somebody (in a time pre-cellphones) or borrow a tool that a neighbor might have for work you needed done. However, the amount of people available for exploring one's sexual desires is limited at best. The saying around town was that; "It's a place where you don't lose your girlfriend, you just lose your turn." Said tongue in cheek, it none the less still had a certain amount of truth to it. Thus at the age of 18, Scott's pool of prospects was fairly narrow and not readily available the majority of his youth, resulting in him still being a virgin.

There was nothing particularly special about Scott, at least not any more so then most other youthful boys that grow up in the country or on a farm. Chores are a way of life, such as gathering and splitting firewood for the winter, feeding livestock, and maintaining the home and the land while your parents work to pay the bills and raise a family. Consequently, a strong physique is often a result of such living, and Scott was no different. Though he didn't have ripped abs or a body-builders musculature, he was still very toned and athletic. Scott was what some might call "country strong." His reddish-blond curly hair and hazel eyes bespoke of his Norwegian heritage, and though he would never grace the pages of a GQ cover, he would still be considered easy on the eyes.

It was summer time in the valley, July to be exact. The last summer that he and his friends would be living with their parents before going to college or making a living somewhere else, whether it be taking over the farm or finding a job with the mills or factories in the county. Scott lived in a town situated in the Rocky's, a jewel nestled amongst the back drop of majestic snow-covered peaks that seemed to reach toward the heavens on blue sky days such as the one he was experiencing today. School was out, and most all his friends were working summer jobs or helping their parents around their land. Having just chopped and stacked another chord of wood for the wood shed in preparation for the coming winter, Scott was taking a breather and enjoying the summer air and sun while he cooled down. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took a long drink straight from the cold well- fed garden hose. Gulping profusely, Scott then let the stream of ice-cold water hit his face and ducked his head under, soaking his curly locks and upper torso. Shaking his head as water droplets sprayed out in a rainbow pattern, he let the hose hit the ground while he went to turn the spigot off.

Having completed his chores early, he wondered what to do with the rest of the weekend. Anthony and Howie (his best friends) were out of town, and the rest of his usual gang were busy working their summer jobs or taking summer vacations. Turning the spigot off, he reached over his shoulders and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. Ringing it out, he wiped the excess water off his face and damp torso. Maybe I should just "borrow" some of my Dad's Penthouse and Playboy's from under his bed and have fun with myself today, he thought. Thinking about jerking off to some new porno magazines was actually starting to get Scott hard, as his cock began to swell and his blue jeans began to tighten. Rubbing his crotch, he began to fantasize about what he would do if he actually had a girlfriend, like Jules from across the river, or Linda, his neighbor across the field. Quickly, his youthful cock hardened and unbuttoning his 501 Levi's was his only option if he didn't want to cause some serious harm to himself. Reaching his hand in and pulling out his stiff member felt nice, and he hadn't even started really stroking himself yet. Grasping his 6" penis firmly, Scott began to move his hand up and down. His fist did not quite close around his thick shaft, and as he began to stroke it his cock swelled even bigger and harder. Seminal juice was already dripping from the end of his hard pole in anticipation, and he used this to rub around his circumcised mushroomed head and lube up his shaft. Thinking of Jules this time (she or Linda was his favorite fantasies), Scott played out a new sexual fantasy going through his head;

Jules was sitting on the raft across from him as he leisurely rowed down the river on a hot summer day. She looked spectacular with her teal bikini stretched taut around her womanly curves. Through his sunglasses, Scott again assessed the statuesque like figure in front of him. Jules had raven black hair that flowed nearly down to her waist. She must have been growing that from birth to get it that long, he thought. Her waist flared out with bubble shaped hips that held the strings up on her bikini and made Scotts mouth water with the desire to set his lips and teeth to the area and nibble his way to her cheeks and cleft below. Gazing up, he took in her C-sized chest. As the wind blew up river, her nipples perked up and stretched the fabric, riding high enough to appear to be pointing directly at his eyes. There was nothing petite about Jules, as she was cast from the ancient legends of Amazon women. Nearly 6 feet tall, her figure still maintained the classic hour-glass look of a full figured Goddess. Her face sported the cutest dimpled chin, combined with the high cheek-bones of Native Americans. Her brown eyes were always direct and filled with mischievous laughter; as if she understood a joke you did not. In short, there was not a part of her that Scott did not want to explore with every part of his own body, be it mind, mouth, hands, or penis.

Scott's hand began to quicken its pace as he stroked his cock more urgently. Gathering himself, he backed up to the picnic table in the front yard and leaned back to free himself more for his growing need. With his pants nearly down to his knees, he resumed his fantasy;

Jules reached into the cooler and brought out a couple of beers. Handing one over, she cracked her own and took a long pull off the bottle. Her lips looked wet and plump wrapped around the end, and he couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like around his manhood. Setting her beer down, she pulled her own sunglasses down her nose and peered over them at Scott with nymph- like eyes;

"So, are you staring at my breasts or at my legs?"

Nearly choking on his beer, he sputtered; "Well...sorry, but a little of both."

She laughed. "Fair is fair"; she said, "I guess I was just wondering because I see you must be thinking of something." Unabashedly she then stared straight at Scott's crotch. Looking down he noticed his hard-on poking a tent in his shorts. Turning a little red, he said; "Sorry again", chuckling slightly, "I am not sure what to do about it." In truth, he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it.

"So, is that going to get in the way of rowing us through the rapids?" The twinkle in her eye only gleamed brighter.

Feeling brave and jumping on the opportunity, Scott replied; "Not if I do something about it first."

"Oh, and what would you do?"

"Wouldn't you like to know!"

"Yes, I would ...please?...would you show me?"

Holy shit! He thought, is she serious? His cock having only been half hard was now fully raging and stiff as a red hot rod.

Figuring he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he set the oars aside and reached for his shorts to pull them down. Taking his time and keeping his eyes on Jules he at first pretended to start to slide his shorts toward his knees. Watching her intently, he lightly and jokingly said; "Well, if you insist."

She stared straight at his crotch, never letting her eyes leave the spot. The twinkle in her eyes seemed to have turned to something else, something more carnal, needier.

"Yes, I insist, and if I get the say, then you will keep going," she whispered lustily.

He let out a little groan, and had to concentrate not to shoot off right then...

Leaning even farther back on the picnic table, Scott began to stroke his slick penis in earnest. Concentrating on just the head of his shaft, he moved his fist rapidly up and down in short, firm strokes. His climax began to build in the pit of his stomach and expanded to his groin and throughout his body. Visibly shaking, he was quickly coming to the point of no return, and he knew he probably wouldn't even make it through the whole fantasy before squirting all over himself, he was that horny.

Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing. Damn it, he thought, not now! Unfortunately no one else was at home, which is the reason he felt comfortable enough to masturbate out in the yard in plain view. But it also meant that no one else was there to answer the phone call which could be important, as it could be his parents or some other member of the family needing something. His parents had not bothered with an answering machine and the house was his responsibility while they were away. Summoning all the strength of will that he could, Scott let loose of his turgid cock and quickly headed toward the house. Grabbing his pants, he stumbled and hopped his way along till he could set his clothes straight and pull his pants up enough to actually start running. Sliding to a halt at the rotary phone on the wall, he snatched it off the wall and blurted a sharp "Hello."

"Hey Scott, this is Linda. You sound a little out of breath. You okay?"

Taking a nearby chair, he sat so that his pants wouldn't fall off and cradled the phone on his shoulder against his ear as he began to readjust himself.

"Hiya Lin, sorry I was outside doing chores and had to make the run to catch the phone."

"Oh, I see," she giggled.

Linda was a near negative image of Jules. Where Jules was tall, Linda was short, maybe 5 foot 3 inches. Where Jules had long dark hair, Linda had short wavy blonde hair only to her shoulders. Where Jules was made from the Amazon women of old, Linda was more Elvin and feminine in appearance. The one thing they shared was a type of tom-boy attitude. Both had grown up with a large family of brothers, and in their shared youth with Scott and his friends, hunting, fishing, and wrestling around in the yard with the other boys was no strangeness to them. They not only enjoyed such activities back then, they were quite adept at holding their own. It was only in the last few years as the whole gang matured that the wrestling began to be frowned upon by the parents, and looked upon as something more than child's play.

"What's up?" he asked as he tried to tuck his cock back in his pants in some kind of comfortable position.

Giggling again, Linda said; "Well, I was having some trouble with the washer, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it. My Dad is still out of town getting supplies, and my Mom won't be back till after her grave yard shift."

"Sure, I would be happy too."

Scott knew her brothers were out of town or working, and what the hell, maybe he could catch Linda in one of her lazy weekend outfits she tended to wear around the house. She always hated to wear a bra, which had made her a popular wrestling opponent growing up and usually was a nice eye full now a days. Her breasts were magnificent and probably a little bigger then Jules, even with her smaller stature.

"Let me just finish a few things, and I will be right over."

Giggling even more, she said; "Okay, but don't be too long if you can help it."

"Sure thing, see you soon."

As he hung up the phone he wondered about something. Normally, Linda was not the overtly giggly type. Something seemed a little strange but he couldn't quite place it. No matter, he thought as he tugged and pulled to set himself right and get his pants done up. Maybe he could use the possible future view at Linda's for his next masturbation fantasy which would have to happen as soon as he got back if his throbbing member had anything to say about it, which at his age, it always did.

Grabbing a dry shirt, Scott thought about taking the three-wheeler to go to Linda's house. Hers was the home across the field, probably less than a quarter mile away. Instead, he opted to walk the distance in order to give his raging hormones and their consequence poking at his jeans a chance to calm down. He thought about finishing himself off and almost gave in to the idea, but he knew he had all night when he got home and the anticipation of what was to come was part of the fun, even if the fun was only the self-pleasuring kind, which to this point was the only kind he knew.

Arriving at Linda's house, he rapped on the door and gave out a hardy, "I'm HERE!" before opening the door and walking in, as was the normal routine. Entering the small house, he once again marveled at how her family raised seven children in the place. There were only two bedrooms, one bath, and an open area that consisted of the living area and the kitchen. All the children, 4 boys and 3 girls, had bunked in the same room for most of their lives, till Linda's father finally built a little cottage next door to put the boys in as they grew older and "nature" required that they be separated from the maturing girls.

"Come in." Linda's voice came from toward the back of the house and the laundry room area. Making his way to the back, he grabbed a soda from the fridge on the way. Throwing his head back, he gulped down a drink as he was still parched from his earlier work out. Rounding the corner, he nearly ran over her and spilled his coke on her back as she was arm deep in the washer trying to lift out soaking wet clothes. Stopping just in time, Scott took time to admire the view.

As luck would have it, not only was she dressed casually as he had hoped, but she was also sporting a wicked pair of daisy-dukes that left nothing to the imagination. Seemingly ignoring him, Linda continued to wiggle and work at removing the wet clothes. Her height was such that she was on tippy toes to get the reach, with her heart shaped ass bent over in the most provocative pose. Scott cleared his throat and backed off a little to try and keep his hard-on from coming back with a vengeance.

"Hey there short stuff, want some help?"

Pulling the last of the clothes out of the washer tub and clutching them to her chest, she turned around and plopped the wet package into an empty hamper. Shaking her arms and brushing the front of her wet shirt, she said; "Hey, thanks for coming so quick, I sure appreciate it." Stifling a giggle she punched him in the shoulder. "What you looking at?"

Having just seen her firm buttocks staring him in the face, he did not think it could get any better until she turned around and presented her wet t-shirt to him. Trying not to ogle, he was mesmerized by her breasts as they strained against the damp gray shirt that she was wearing. Linda had tied a knot in the front, accentuating those beautiful globes and making it obvious that her nipples were poking out at attention. Taking another gulp of soda to try and cover, he mumbled; "Just looking at the mess in front of me."

"Very funny! Now help me with this will you. We need to move the washer away from the wall and check the outlet I think."

"Okay, Okay." Setting his soda down on the nearby work bench, Scott noticed that she had her Dad's rifle out. Often times, they would sit on the back porch and shoot gopher to help control the population. Gopher holes were notorious for injuring the livestock's legs and as such were considered a vermin too many of the ranchers in the area. With a good scope, you could shoot gophers from hundreds of yards away and never have to leave the porch.

Grabbing the washer, he easily lifted it out from the wall even with some water still in it.

"I knew I called you for a reason," she said while smiling.

"Yea, you only love me for my muscles," he cracked.

"Not true, but I am beginning to love you more for it." She giggled.

Okay, I am missing something here, he thought. What is it? Why is she so giggly all of the sudden? Looking a little closer, he could tell she was a little flushed in the cheeks, but then again she was just working on unloading the washer. Looking back at the work bench he noticed a bottle of wine sitting on the counter. A closer look showed it half empty.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Maybe just a little. You want some?" she laughed.

"Umm...sure. Aren't you worried about what your parents are going to say?"

"Don't be silly, I am 19 years old now, and you're almost the same age. My father said that if I stay responsible, he does not care if I have a few drinks as long as I keep it moderated."

"Okay, but don't tell my folks, they aren't quite to that stage yet."

Grabbing the bottle, Linda took a strong swig off it and handed it straight to Scott. Normally, wine was too sweet for him, but at the moment he didn't care and he figured it would help him take the tension from his needy loins. Taking a long pull, he emptied just about half the remaining bottle. Laughing, she playfully slugged him in the stomach and snatched the bottle back.

"Easy there, you pig! You still have work to do."

Nearly snorting the liquid out, he gathered himself together and went to work. After looking at the wiring, he soon determined that it was an easy fix and only required splicing the wires back together. Everything he needed was on the nearby workbench and in a matter of minutes he had the washer back up and running.

"There you go, need anything else?" He sincerely hoped she did, because Linda seemed not to care about the wet t-shirt and her protruding nipples that she continued to display and bounce in front of him. Wow, this is awesome he thought. Even now, his mind was brewing up a new fantasy for future masturbation sessions.

"Well, I only need to get this last load finished, and then I am done with chores for the day. Want to hang out for a while till the clothes finish? We can shoot gophers off the deck if you want and finish this wine."

"Sounds like a great idea!"

Grabbing the wine and the rifle, they headed out the back door onto the deck. Looking out from the deck one could see the rest of Linda's family land that stretched to the foot of Desert Mountain. On one end of the deck, Scott could see his house in the distance. Giving a start, he realized that he could just make out the picnic table from here. Granted, not a whole lot of detail could be seen from this distance, but it was still a little worrisome. No way could she have seen anything, he thought. Just relax and enjoy the view she is giving you right now, he reminded himself.
They made their way to the bench and sat down across the bar that was set there for this very purpose, to steady your aim and pluck off gophers. Linda went first, scanning the fields toward the mountains. The land was quartered up by fence rails, and the livestock was rotated throughout the year. Knowing where the livestock was penned currently was the key in being able to take a safe shot. Soon, a sharp bang issued, and she cheered, "That's one! Your turn."

"Where do you have the cattle right now?"

"They are off in the south-east pasture, so anything north of the center fence line is good."

"Cool," he said as he began to scan the field. The scope was a high-powered "sniper" style scope, ideal for gophers and smaller rodents. Adjusting the focus, he began to scan farther and farther out.

"You know, if you look farther north that is where I saw some real big gophers", she giggled.

He moved farther north as directed, but still saw nothing but field, trees, and shrubs.

"Here, let me help you." Feeling movement beside him, Scott became keenly aware of Linda laying her breasts on his shoulder as she leaned over him and helped him to move the rifle farther and farther north. Trying not to think about those luscious tits and protruding nipples separated only by a thin piece of wet fabric and his own shirt, he lost focus completely on what he was seeing through the scope. Not realizing that she had stopped moving the rifle, he was still fixated on the feeling of Linda's soft orbs rubbing his shoulder, until she said, "You see it now?"

Coming out of his mesmerized state, he refocused on what he was seeing through the scope.

"Oh shit!" He was looking right at his yard, and in the middle of the scope was the picnic table, clear as day. He dropped the rifle and turned to her.

"Oh man, don't tell me you saw me?!"

"Saw you what?" she giggled some more and dropped her hand on to his thigh.

Abruptly, he realized that she had not moved away an inch, in fact she had moved even closer, pressing herself tightly to him and letting her nipples drag on his arm. Looking at her, he now realized this was the moment he had always wanted but did not know how to achieve in this small town with too few women. Turning on the stool, he faced her and pulled her between his legs as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Still a virgin and inexperienced, he was nervous and had no idea of how to proceed, but her being such a close friend made it seem okay to just be honest.

"Tell me what you saw," he urged.

This time it was Linda's turn to stumble. She too was new at this, or at least as inexperienced. She had brothers and sisters and they had all shared the same room. She knew about boys and sex and about penises and masturbation performed by both sexes. But she had never experienced it firsthand (other than her own sessions playing with herself) or actually witnessed the act completely. She had stumbled on her brothers more than once stroking there penises, but had always quickly retreated. When she had seen Scott laid out on the picnic table stroking his hard shaft, something inside of her awoke, and she could actually feel her blood pounding in her ears. Part of it was the naughtiness of the voyeuristic act. But there was something more. It felt like she could feel Scott's member throbbing inside her like a heartbeat, and she began to be filled with an unquenchable desire to not only see more, but to be a part of it. That is why she called him and had him come over, though oddly enough the washer had actually needed fixed. But she was as handy as any man when it came to such things and could have done it herself. She had quickly changed into something she knew Scott would like and set about seducing him. Now that the moment had arrived, she was not quite sure how to proceed. But like him, honesty seemed best and their friendship was something she always wanted to keep, regardless of how this all went.

"It wasn't intentional, but I thought I saw you out working in the yard and decided to put the scope on you. At first it looked like you were just resting, but as I zoomed in I saw something more."

"How long did you watch?"

"Well, until I called you, of course." Giggling she blushed from embarrassment and laid her head against his chest.

Scott's breathing had become a little more rapid and shorter. His head was spinning and his emotions were mixed and confused. He was embarrassed and excited at the same time. He was horny but concerned that she might make fun of him. The only thing sure about his condition was his cock, which had become swollen with desire.

"I guess I should say I am sorry for that display, but I am not sure that I really am now."

"I should be the one saying sorry for spying on you, but I couldn't help myself. I ... I was ... excited by what I saw. I am excited by what I am seeing now." He noticed her voice had changed. It seemed deeper, throatier, and almost raspy. Her breathing was coming in shallow gulps, nearly in rhythm with his own excited and shortened breaths. Scott realized that with her head on his chest, she was staring right at his crotch. Oh Lord, he thought, she is looking at my hard-on. The thought made him even harder, and his cock jumped a little in his blue jeans as he clenched his abdomen muscles in response to his nervousness.

Linda gasped. "Can you do that again?"

Confused, he responded, "You want me to...umm... masturbate again?"

Again she gasped. Though she had been thinking about the way his penis had jumped in his pants, she was even more excited about seeing that throbbing member again for real, watching him stroke it, and wanting to touch it herself.

"Listen Scott, we are friends and neighbors, and we have known each other for ever. I have been attracted to you my whole life, but until recently it just seemed like we were more like brother and sister and unavailable to each other. I am a virgin, and this is all new to me, but I want to find out more. I want to know what real sex is like. I want to see a...penis," she went on haltingly, "I want to see YOUR penis. I want you to play with it, and I want to play with it. So there you have it, what do you think?" Abruptly she stopped before she prattled on inanely.

He was a little bit stunned. Never in his wildest fantasies did this kind of scenario play out. Or maybe reality was so much more stimulating that his fantasies seemed silly and childlike at this moment in time. He nearly was at a loss for words, but luckily, something came to him.

"Sure!" he blurted.

She looked up at him and gave him the most beautiful smile. Leaning in, she tentatively gave him a kiss on his lips. At first, he was a little unsure of himself as he had limited experience kissing a girl in a sexual way. However, instinct seemed to quickly take over and as she began to open her mouth and use her tongue, he responded in a more aggressive manner. Grabbing her by the head he pulled her in even tighter and kissed her in earnest. The moment seemed to last forever and he didn't want it to stop, but slowly she broke the embrace by pushing him gently away with her hands on his chest. Panting heavily they were both breathing hard now, and lust had taken control and demanded some kind of action.

Taking a deep breath, she whispered imploringly, "I want to see your...thing...your penis. Please? Show me what I saw earlier. Let me see it. Let me touch it. Please?"

He growled from deep in his throat. God, this was hot. Part of him wanted to grab her and ravish her. To strip her clothes off and take her any way he could. The desire was so strong it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Part of him knew that she wanted the same thing. That she wanted to be taken, to be used for his pleasure and her own. He almost laughed from the thought of masturbating before and thinking how intense it was at those times. If this moment was any indication of how he was going to feel having real sex, he was not sure he could survive the climax. Taking a deep controlling breath, Scott responded not by touching himself, but by closing the gap between them again.

Driven by lust and grabbing her a little harshly by the shoulders, he said, "I will be happy too, but I want to try some things with you too. If we are going to do this, let's be honest with each other. Anything is open for discussion. Whatever you want, I will try to do. Whatever I want, will you be willing to try too?"

"Oh God, yes, Scott! I want this so bad, and the fact that it is you I get to do this with makes it even better. I can't say what all I want, because I am not sure yet, but I definitely want to explore everything!"

He smiled and slowly let his hands trail down her shoulders till they reached her shirt bottom. Hooking his fingers, he began to lift her shirt as Linda slowly raised her arms knowingly above her head so that he could keep going. Pulling higher, he had to tug a little to get the knot in her shirt pass her breasts. As he pulled it over her head, her breasts released from their confines and bounced tantalizingly in front of his face. Her nipples were a deep brown surrounded by large dark areolas. Her flesh was goose bumped and taught from excitement or the cool air on her damp skin, or both. Her nipples stood at attention, and seemed to yearn to be sucked. He forgot to breath. His mouth dried up and he had to work his tongue to moisten his lips as he just stood there admiring the sight he had only dreamed of as he let her shirt drop from his hands and to the deck. She stood there demurely, with a shy smile on her face and her head down a little as she nervously looked at him through her long blond lashes.

"Do you like them?" She asked shyly.

"God, yes, I love them!" Reaching his hands up, Scott clumsily grabbed and squeezed them almost before he thought.

"Whoa there, big fella," she giggled. "Try a little softer touch."

Scott blushed, and slowed his actions. Moving his hands under her breasts he cupped them and lifted them slightly. Adjusting a little, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples and rubbed them in a circle massaging the whole area. She breathed in, and moaned a little.

"Ohh..that's it. Keep doing that... that feels good. So damn good... Ah, yes... "Linda felt light-headed and leaned in more toward Scott resting her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling. She felt a tingling running from her nipples straight to her vagina. Her pantie-less moistening lips began to engorge and she was keenly aware of the way they felt against her cutoff jeans. Her moaning increased, and her hips involuntarily began to undulate as she became more aroused and needy of stimulation.

"Oh my God, yes...yes... "She sighed as she closed her eyes and let the feelings of arousal wash over her.

He watched in awe as his longtime friend transformed before his eyes into this sexual being. He could swear he actually saw a glow surrounding her. Perhaps it was the blood rushing from his head to his throbbing member that caused this vision, but no matter the cause, carnal instinct was quickly taking control. Slowly, as if to bow to an altar and pray, he lowered his lips to her breasts. Pressing his mouth against her brown hard nipple, he openly began suckling and tonguing the sensitive area. She arched her back even farther, pressing her flesh to his face, smothering his lips and nose with her womanhood. Scott wanted to devour her, and his appetite seemed insatiable. Taking turns between her luscious orbs, he continually sucked and nibbled them both for all he was worth, smearing his warm saliva between the two in his enthusiasm.

Linda was going crazy. She grasped his head and directed his actions from breast to breast, thrusting her chest out like some crazed peacock. She was literally shaking with desire and her knees were becoming wobbly. Finally she pushed him away, if only to catch her breath for a minute.

"Wait, wait," she gasped. "I need to see it. Take it out, please?"

Clenching and unclenching his fists, he stepped back and tried to maintain some kind of control. He couldn't believe the feelings he was having, and was a little scared about their intensity. He wanted her so bad, but he was also afraid he might hurt her. Taking her lead, he realized it might be safer to let this unfold from a distance, at least to start. With trembling hands, he undid his jeans and let them drop. His cock was sticking straight up, hard and proud, with the head sticking above the waist band of his shorts. He looked to her in apprehension but only saw approval in her eyes and a desire that he had never seen before. Emboldened, he quickly shed his shorts and stood naked from the waist down in front of a real live girl for the first time in his life. His thick rod bounced and waved as he stood back with his scrotum hanging pendulously below and Linda gave an appreciative groan when she saw it pointing directly at her. She licked her lips and subconsciously clenched her hands in a grasping motion as she wanted to reach out and touch the object of her desire.

"Do it," she urged croakingly. "Do what you were doing earlier...grab it. Show me how you like it done. Show me, Scott... stroke it for me." Her eyes darted to his and back to his member again and again, as she pleaded silently for him to proceed. As she watched his manhood, it continued to hypnotically bounce and sway in front of her seemingly with a mind of its own. Clear liquid dripped from the slit, and shined from where it had been smeared around the mushroom head and shaft.

"I don't know if I can, Linda, "he whispered.

"Please, Scott. You said we could try anything, remember?"

"It is not that I don't want too, Lin, honest. It is just that if I touch it, I am going to explode!" He tried to explain.

"Really?" she squealed. "Oh my, yes...I want to see that too!" She had heard from her older girlfriends about ejaculation and had read about it in Cosmopolitan, but she really had no idea what it might actually be like. Actually spewing forth white liquid, sperm, from his turgid member seemed a strange notion to her, but exciting at the same time.

"Will it hurt?" she naively asked.

Scott laughed out loud. "Well, it certainly will if I don't do something pretty soon." Having laughed he was able to relax a little. The intensity was still there, but now it seemed more adventurous than dangerous. Hell, he thought, this is going to fun!

"Ok, but I am warning you, this will be quick, and probably messy."

"Woot!" she exclaimed. "Here, let me grab a towel," and she dragged him back into the laundry room and snatched a dirty towel from the laundry bin nearby. Kneeling in front of him, she laid it out on the floor in front of him and the washer.

"There you go," she stated simply, "that should help with the mess."

He moved into position over the towel and looked down at Linda's smiling face looking up at him. She was kneeling with her arms pressed to the floor in front of her like a sexy smiling cat, causing her breasts to protrude in the most provocative way. Her nipples were still slimy with his spit from sucking on them so voraciously earlier. The sight would forever be etched in his mind, and it was all he could do not to shoot off right then. Cautiously he reached his hand down and grasped his cock. Involuntarily he let out a gasp.

"Oh God, Linda, you look so beautiful kneeling there, I don't know how long I can last!"

Softly, she responded, "it's okay just let it happen."

Slowly he began to move his fist up his hard veiny shaft. Reaching the top, he rubbed his hand over the now steady stream of clear fluid coming from the tip of his cock and quickly spread it around his mushroomed head and shaft. Then ever so slowly he moved his fist down and began to jerk himself like it was his first time.

Linda knelt in front of him entranced as she witnessed her first penis this close up and personal. The shaft was red and veiny, and looked ready to burst. The swollen head throbbed purple as she watched his hand move up and down his stiff manhood. This is amazing she thought. She never realized how big it would be in real life, as the pictures she had seen just didn't do it justice. As she continued to stare, she unconsciously raised her hand to her mouth and started nibbling her fingers in anticipation.

He couldn't take it much longer, and he wasn't even stroking himself like he did when he masturbated alone. This was so much better, he thought. Then as he watched Linda slowly put her fingers to her wet lips, he knew that was it and stopped stroking, holding tightly just below the head of his cock. His bluish head swelled and throbbed menacingly, like a Pit Bull straining to get off a leash.

"I am going to shoot," he said feeling he should give some kind of warning. Bending his knees to try to keep from falling, he pointed his strained member further up in the air.

"YES, YES, do it for me, baby!" she cried in excitement, leaning in closer over the towel.

That was it; he let out a loud moan and began to shoot his sperm in a torrent from his overworked cock. The first stream raced down his shaft and exploded from the head like a bullet from a rifle. So strong was the force that it flew right over her head and reached the work bench at the other end of the small room. Startled, Linda yelped, and looked up trying to follow the projectile. As she had her head raised, his second volley followed and shot nearly as far. Trying to get a better aim on it, Scott pointed his shaft downward, only to have the third shot hit her right under her still lifted chin.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, looking back down to try and see the mess, which allowed her to witness the fourth shot of white hot sperm hit her right between the breasts.

Giggling, she just watched with awe as he continued to spend his seed profusely.

His fifth and sixth shot landed on her thighs and towel respectively, and like a spigot of water being shut off, more, creamy white sperm slowly leaked from the slit of his penis and dripped to the towel below. Scott had fallen backward somewhat by this time and was holding himself up with one hand on the washer behind him and ever so slowly pumping the last of his juice from his swollen head with his other hand.

"Wow, I mean... WOW!" she said as she just shook her head wide-eyed and watched Scott's manhood as he slowly fisted it and stared at all the sperm that had come from it. "Is it like that all the time?!" she asked. She was amazed and even a little frightened. Women were supposed to let that happen inside of them, she thought astoundingly. What would it feel like? Would it feel warm, like the sperm now dripping slowly down her body? Her heated loins melted as her vagina moistened to her wanton thoughts.

Scott slowly came back to earth and just stared for a minute or two as he took in the scene that he had created like some sex craved Picasso using his cock as his brush. Pearly white cum dripped slowly down Linda's chin to her cleavage and was beginning to pool with the stream that had been blasted there. Both streams were now making their way toward her cute little belly button. Her thighs along with the towel were speckled with streams and droplets of cum that were slowly soaking into the cloth. She had this shocked look on her face mixed with an emotion he did not quite recognize. Maybe it was lust, or maybe excitement, but it certainly was not disgust which relieved him to no end.

"I am sorry, Lin, I have never...umm... cum like that before. God, that was intense!"

Looking up, she smiled and laughed. "Don't be sorry, that was fricking fantastic! I never knew it would be like that!"

"Well, that was stronger and better than anything I have ever felt. Watching you as you kneeled there and seeing your beautiful body as I ... did it...was just more intense than anything I have ever experienced. Being with you made it like that, and for that, I cannot thank you enough!"
"My pleasure, literally," she said. Slowly, she took her finger and scooped up some of his sperm that had pooled near her belly button and rubbed it between her finger and thumb. It felt slimy, but not unpleasantly so, she thought, as she held it close to her face and smelled it. Pungent, but again, it was not overpoweringly so. It reminded her of the Jergen's lotion her Mom bought from the store. Ironically fitting, she thought with a smile.

Looking up, she saw Scott staring at her with an intense look. She giggled as she asked, "So, what next?"

His thoughts began churning, and he thought, about what he had just done, and what he might be able to do with this smiling nymph in front of him. His many masturbation sessions over the years were varied and to think he might be able to play them out with her as a willing subject was an intoxicating thought. Would she wrap those lips around his thrusting tool? Would she let him inspect and lick her entire body? Would she open up her thighs and let him slide into his very first nubile young vagina?

"What do you want to try next?" she asked again.

Shaking his head a little, Scott tried to compose himself. Although he had just experienced an intense orgasm, looking down at Linda kneeling before him with her breasts on full display and still curiously playing with his sperm, his desires had not abated much at all. In fact they were beginning to reignite in a powerful way. Now that he could think again, he mulled over what she had asked. Again he thought, what would he like to try? He wanted to see her completely naked that was for sure. He had only seen glimpses of a woman's vagina in his Dad's magazines and a few furtive glances of his sister's womanly charms when they were younger. He wanted to see it up close and personal this time.

"I want you to take off your shorts, Linda. I want to see you...all of you," he stated.

"Okay," she readily agreed, "but we need to go somewhere more comfortable." Standing up, she picked up the soiled towel and quickly used it to wipe the mess up on her front torso. She then tossed it in the now repaired washer and headed for the living room. Following her, he couldn't help but watch her ass bounce in her cut-off jeans and think about what lay underneath them. This is awesome, he thought! He wanted to jump up and down and shout to the world. Containing his joy and excitement was difficult to say the least, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

As Linda entered the living room, she turned to Scott and asked, "Where do you want me?"

"On the couch," he said, "No wait," he altered, "I want you to stand facing away from me and slowly take your cut-offs down while you bend over."

Shyly, she began to do as he asked. Just as she was bending over and reaching for her daisy-dukes, they both heard the crunch of tires on gravel from a vehicle coming up the driveway. Startled, she jumped up and ran to her bedroom. "Oh crap, that sounds like Dad! Get your pants on quick!"

He looked down. Yikes, he thought, I forgot all about my pants. Quickly he went back to the laundry room and grabbed his jeans. Stumbling and lurching around, he shimmied into them and buttoned up his fly as fast as he could. The fear of getting caught had thankfully all but eliminated his erection lending to the speed in which he got dressed. He could hear Linda coming back out of the bedroom and heading his way. Amazingly she was already fully clothed in sweats and a clean loose t-shirt, looking like her normal self, if a little bit disheveled. She grabbed Scott and headed back out to the porch. Grabbing the wine bottle off the bench she chucked it into the bushes near the house. Quickly she flipped her shirt through the door into the laundry room and grabbed the rifle as she sat down like she was looking for gophers. Scott sat beside her and tried to get his breathing back to normal.

Linda's Dad, Butch, came around the house as he headed toward the tool shed. Looking over he gave a wave and called out, "Hey kids, how is it going? Hello Scott, you're getting bigger every day it seems." He added the standard statement that all the parents said when seeing all the children grow up around the neighborhood. "Nice to see you. While you're here son, do you think you could give me a hand? Some of the cattle got out, and I need to find out where and fix the fence before night fall."

Scott cringed a little inside. Damn, that is going to take all night he thought, but he said, "Sure, Mr. Hanson, just let me call my house and see if anyone is home yet to let them know."

"I will grab the tools from the shed and meet you around front then if it works out. Thanks Scott, sure appreciate it."

Butch Hanson was a large rotund man. He always set a fast pace and appeared to waddle when he walked, which always made him look like a duck Scott thought. But if any one mistook that for weakness, they would be sadly mistaken. Butch was an old veteran from the Korean War and he had carved out a living on some tough land and everything he owned he had built and paid for himself with the help of his loving wife, Cathy. The two of them made one of those odd couples that people sometime see, as Cathy was a pretty, petite and small woman who almost looked mousy in comparison to Butch, until you saw her wielding the kitchen spoon at you in her no nonsense attitude. It just dawned on Scott how much Linda looked like her Mom, and if that was Linda's future, she had it made in the looks department.

Heading into the house to use the phone, he gave Linda a quick nod to follow him. She looked back at her Dad and waved, then followed Scott inside.

"That was a little close," she giggled as she grabbed his hand.

"No kidding, I about had a heart attack for the second time today," he responded. Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed her palm wetly. "I hope this doesn't mean we can't continue our...adventures?"

"Hell no, we are not going to stop now," she whispered, "we just need to figure out where and when to start the next one." Breaking her hand away from his she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Opening her mouth slightly, she licked his lips then mashed her lips to his with pent up desire. Responding, Scott reached around her back and planted his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging her as his own tongue explored hers. Far too quickly for Scott's taste, she pulled back and whispered, "Meet me at the Fort tomorrow by noon. Can you do that?"

"Nothing could stop me," he replied as he reluctantly went to the phone to call his house while Linda shooed him away.

"Hurry, I don't want my Dad to suspect anything."

"Okay, Okay."

He dialed up his house and as luck (depending on how you looked at it) would have it, his sister May was home from her summer job at the local store. Yes, she had the house covered she said, and he could go help Mr. Hanson. He hung up the phone and headed out toward the front door, slapping Linda on her nicely formed bottom as he passed her standing at the window staring out watching her father load the tools into the old International pick-up truck. Jumping and giving a yelp, she turned and punched him on the arm playfully.

"So that's what you want, huh?"

"That and so much more, hot stuff, I can't wait!"

"Me neither, Scott. Just don't be late, we are going to have lots of fun," she said, giggling and laughing as he lurched out the door so as not to keep Mr. Hanson waiting. Trying to keep from blushing, he took a deep breath and jogged out to the truck to try to burn some of the sexual energy that was building up in him.

"Hey there, kiddo, you that eager to do some work," Butch asked with a smile on his face.

"Not really, sir, just want to get it done," Scott replied with a laugh. Butch liked Scott and thought of him as one of his own kids most of the time. Scott worked hard and had always seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. His family had helped him out throughout the years through some hard times and in turn he had helped them whenever they needed and if he could. That was the way around this small valley, and was one of the reasons he had never had any desire to be anywhere else.

"Hop in, son," he told Scott and followed his own advice climbing into his old rusted International. It was not much to look at, but his old truck had seen and done its fair share of duty over the past 20 years and still had some good life left to give. Giving the doors a good slam as they settled onto the worn vinyl covered bench seat, Butch turned the key and hit the ignition button on the console. The engine revved to life, and putting it in gear he backed out of the driveway and headed down the fence line toward the mountains.

"You keep an eye out on that side for any damaged fence, and I will watch my side, but I think I have a good idea where they are getting out. Most likely it will be down by the creek where some of the posts may have rotted or been washed out." Scott nodded his head, and rolled down the window to look out the passenger side. For a while the only sound that could be heard was the rumbling of the motor and the squeaks and complaints of the springs in the old brown bench seat as they bounced down the rutted trail alongside the fence line.

Finally they reached the creek with no sign of any damage along the way, but as surmised, the fence that was strung across the creek bed had fallen from one of the anchor posts on the bank that had rotted out.

"Yep, there it is. Let's get to work," Butch said as he pulled to a stop and crawled out of the cab. "We should be able to just beat the sunset if we hurry." Waddling quickly to the back, Butch grabbed an old railroad tie and tossed it on his shoulder like it was made of balsa and headed toward the bank. Scott quickly grabbed the rest of the tools and scrambled after him and they got to work.

Three hours later and wet once again from wading in the creek to restring the fence line, Scott finally got back home. Jumping out of the old truck, Scott waved to Butch, "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Hanson."

"It was the least I could do for all the help, Scott. You come on over for a meal this weekend, and the wife will treat you right, you hear!" He put the truck back in gear, waved and drove off down the dirt road between their properties.

Heading into the house, Scott took his muddy boots off at the door and headed for the shower. Man, he thought, I am a mess. May was in the kitchen cooking the evening meal. "Mom called and said she is working a double, and Dad had a late delivery to make so will be a little late," she called to him as he passed her, "Do you want garlic bread with your spaghetti?"

"Yea, sounds good, I just got to take a quick shower and I will be right back."

Shucking his clothes, he jumped in the shower and turned it on as hot as he could stand to take the chill out of his damp skin. Standing in the steady stream and the building steam he began to scrub himself and his mind went back to the events earlier this afternoon with Linda. Thinking of her breasts and of how he had sucked on her nipples soon got his manhood to a ridged state. Soaping up he began to touch himself again. Leaning his back against the wall of the shower stall, he let the hot water pelt his chest and run down his front torso. Grabbing his reawakened shaft, he began to fist himself thinking about what had transpired earlier and what might happen tomorrow at the fort. God, he wanted to see her in the worst way he thought. He wondered what her pussy would look like. Would she let him touch it? How does it feel, he wondered? Spanking her butt had felt good too. Something about the sting and the way her cheeks had jumped had appealed to him. Would she let him spank her again, on her bare ass? Why did that even turn him on, he thought? There were so many things running through his mind, he wasn't even sure where to focus, except for on his cock as he continued to pump it up and down faster and faster. Working his member hard and fast, Scott muttered Linda's name over and over again, lost in his fantasy.

"Oh yes, Linda, take it baby, take my cock... work it hard, yes, baby, YES!"

Soon, his climax hit him, and grunting his pleasure, he spurted his seed all over the shower wall and into the drain. As he slowly came down from his orgasm, he realized that it was not nearly as satisfying as earlier with her. He needed to see her again, and by see her, he meant all of her!

Throwing on some sweats, he headed back to the kitchen and quickly ate his dinner and then headed for bed. Normally he liked to stay up late, but he had worked and played hard all day and felt beat. Plus, he wanted tomorrow to come soon and reasoned that sleeping would help make that happen, like sleeping in the car on a long trip only to wake up and be at your destination. Unfortunately, though exhausted, his excitement kept him from falling asleep immediately. Tossing and turning most of the night, he was only able to rest fleetingly as he would wake up from one erotic dream to the next. He even dreamt of jerking off his cock all over his sister May in some bizarre sexual act. That dream in particular was most vivid and more than a little disturbing for him on many different levels.

Morning finally came, and not surprisingly, Scott was up early to start the day. Looking over he could still see May curled up in bed, though she usually was up and moving long before him. His odd dream about her played in his head again, making him feel uncomfortable and a little guilty. Pushing it aside, he headed to the kitchen, quickly poured himself a bowl of cereal and scarfed down his Cheerio's before bolting out to the woodshed to finish off the wood that needed to still be chopped and stacked. Soon, he had worked up a sweat and was caught up in the repetition of the process. Set the wood on the block, swing the splitting mall, toss the pieces in a pile, grab another piece of wood and repeat. Before he knew it, it was done, and all he had to do was stack it neatly in the shed. Luckily, his sister May was up and came out to give him a hand.

"You seem raring to go this morning, Curly, you have date?"

May smiled at him as she started chucking the chopped wood from the pile at him so he could stack it in the row he was working on. Snatching the wood adeptly out of the air, he bantered back with his sister.

"Just trying to free up the rest of my weekend, Red," he said, and gave her a wink.

May was a red head, with light freckles across her cheeks and large dark-rimmed glasses that always slid down her nose causing her to continuously fork a finger between her eyes to keep them from falling off. She was a large girl that seemed soft all over. Some might think of her as over-weight, but Scott always thought she was pretty and voluptuous, as she had all the same curves as any other girl, just more of it. To add to that, her personality was unique amongst all the women that Scott had ever met. She was smarter than anyone he knew and had a great sense of humor, but at the same time, she had a naivety about her that made him want to protect her from the harshness of the world that he was only beginning to discover himself. He often thought that if she wasn't his sister, he would have wanted her to be his wife. Embarrassingly, he again recalled his vivid dream of jerking his cock off all over her naked body. He averted his eyes to try and hide his blushing cheeks. Strange how that made him feel he thought, and how it seemed like she could feel his naughty thoughts.

"What you planning on doing the rest of the day?" she asked, breaking the spell that had fallen over him as she continued to feed him wood pieces as fast as he could handle.

"I thought I might go fishing or hiking for a bit," he lied, trying not to be to committed to anything so that she wouldn't want to join him. Immediately he felt guilty. He never lied to her as they usually shared everything, they were that close. Lying to her felt terribly wrong and Scott felt a little ashamed.

"Well, now I know you have a date silly...you are such a bad liar," she laughed, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

He laughed out loud. "How do you know when I am always lying?"

"You blush like you just had a first kiss, Curly. Besides, I can read your mind," she joked lightly.

Blushing even more, he just kept his head down and kept stacking.

"Oh my God, it really is a girl isn't it?" May cried. "Are you going to tell me who it is, or am I going to have to find out for myself later?"

"Look, Sis, this is all a little new to me so can you keep it quiet for a bit?" He prayed she was only joking about reading his mind as all these new sexual thoughts continued to assail him. Another thing about his sister was that she wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind to anybody, regardless of how that might make other people feel. She would be dead honest, but sometimes she did not take into account other people's feelings or concerns as she spoke her mind.

For once, she didn't press him and just smiled at him and kept quiet while they finished stacking the wood. She seemed different somehow, Scott thought, more healthy or something. The image of his lewd sexual dream still filled his mind, but something else about the way she looked nagged his mind in curiosity.

Shaking his head, he headed back into the house. He decided a shower was in order before he headed out to the fort, so grabbing some fresh clothes; he hopped into the bath tub and turned on the spray head. His sexual tension was on the rise again, and he was tempted to jerk off to relieve himself like he often did when showering. But it occurred to him after last night when he masturbated that saving his sexual desires for Linda would make it so much better than wasting it on masturbating on his own. He made sure to wash himself good though, in all his private places, and even though he was hard, he only rubbed his appreciative member briefly just to enjoy the pleasure of it before drying off and getting dressed.

Trying not to hum a little tune out loud as he left the house, Scott told his parents he was headed out to go hiking up Desert Mountain and maybe stop by Lion's Lake for a swim. Both his parents had their heads down around the kitchen table and were working on the monthly bills by the looks of it. A mumbled "Be careful" and "Be home by dark" was about all that came from them, as he pretty much was given permission to do whatever he wanted now that he had graduated High School this year. Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on his way out, he threw out a, "Thanks!" and skipped out the door. As he headed toward the garage to grab the three-wheeler, May gave him a wink from the picnic table where she briefly brought her head up from her latest book, and said, "Good luck, stud!" Laughing at her own joke, she wiggled herself more comfortable on the bench seat and went back to reading. Scott frowned at her, still trying to pinpoint the subtle change he was noticing, but then laughed and hurried along. Good luck indeed, he thought, trying not to grin to wide.

CHAPTER TWO

The night had been clear and bright, with the sky glittering with stars that blinked down upon the valley. The Milky Way was clearly defined as it knifed through the myriad constellations of Gods both old and new. Reflecting off the rippling water at the river's edge, the stars looked like headlights heading up river like salmon to spawn. The middle-aged man standing along the bank smiled at the irony of that thought and how fitting it seemed to be now that he was here.

Looking around, he took in the majestic scenery and studied the stars briefly. Throughout humankind's existence, the stars had always been a part of their lives, sometimes knowingly, sometimes not. Judging by their positions, the grizzled man figured he must be in the late 1900's by Christian reckoning, give or take a decade. He could figure it out exactly if he wanted too, but it was not necessary to fulfil his mission. The fact that he was here at this place and time was sufficient to determine that it was when and where he needed to be. That was how it had always worked throughout his living memory and he didn't see any reason to believe this time would be any different.
Reaching down, he grabbed the old green army ruck sack beside him. Lifting the cover flap with the words "army" stamped boldly on it, he rummaged through the collection of items within. He did not always understand what each of them did but he knew they were all important, because that was how it always was during his missions. Strangely enough, the items themselves would impress on him what was needed of him for them both to do their jobs at the time the jobs needed doing. This oddity no longer bothered him as it did so long ago when he first began this bizarre and adventurous life. He had his theories, but he had long run them all out as he whiled away his time performing tasks that he didn't always understand, or even necessarily approve.

For instance, this next task that was impressed upon him did not make a lot of sense. Pulling out an old book, he turned it over in his hands and inspected it noncommittally. Innocuous looking, he did not know why it was so important to the world that he make sure it get placed into the hands of a young woman in the valley. That it was that important, the man had no doubt. There had been failures in the past on his part, and the consequences had always been catastrophic and dire for much of humankind and civilization as a whole. Some would call it the butterfly effect. He just thought of it as fate.

Flipping through the pages, the book looked like nothing more than sexually contrived tripe, written by an anonymous author with not a whole lot of talent as far as he could discern. But, he knew without a doubt that the red-headed woman in his mind's eye needed to interact with this book in order for his time here to succeed. Grunting indifferently, he placed the book back in the tall knapsack and cinched the flap tight. Throwing the pack on one broad shoulder, he hooked it with his thumb and looked for a way out of the small canyon he had appeared in out of the dark.

By the light of the stars, he could easily make out a worn trail traveling up the canyon wall. His night vision had always been sharp, and his grey eyes reflected the starlight and seemed to glow as he adeptly made his way along the bank and up the windy trail. Reaching the top he set off through a wooded path and unerringly made his way toward his target. Once he had an impression of his mission, there was no obstacle that could normally stand in his way.

Reflecting though, he recalled having been thwarted by his ancient enemy from performing his given task on several different occasions. He knew of no other way to describe this entity. Like himself, there seemed to be a force in opposition to the desires of whoever seemed to control his own actions. That he was a puppet to greater forces he again had no doubt and he no longer questioned. His only consolation to servitude was that he believed from what he had witnessed that what he was doing was for a better good for all of humankind. He had witnessed too much to think otherwise anymore. So regardless of the strange form his actions sometimes took, he did them willingly with no reserve as he was sure it was for the best.

Breaking from the trail, he came upon a small cabin nestled alongside the woods and a prairie beyond. Though it was summer, a fire was going in the stove to ward off the chill of the night as evidenced by the small tendril of smoke snaking above the chimney in the still mountain air. A porch light was on, and a light pole illuminated a simple but well-kept yard. The lightly bearded, middle aged man could see moths and insects frantically circling the lights and like hungry vampires, bats would occasionally swoop down from the dark to claim their victims.

Setting his back pack down, he grabbed the book and edged closely to the house. He waited cautiously and used his heightened senses to become aware of the sleeping life forces within, picking out his target with ease. He waited for the right time; and how he knew it was the right time was just another mystery amongst the many he had come to accept. Finally the time was here, and like a shadow he entered the room that contained the red headed girl from his vision. How he came to be by her bedside was just another gift that had been bestowed upon him by whatever master he was slave too and he had grown as used to the ability as slipping on an old worn shoe.

Looking around the room, his grey eyes could still easily make out the two bunk beds that comprised most of the furniture within the small space. Briefly, he realized there were only two people amongst the four beds. The upper bunk bed across the room had a young man sprawled out on his covers as he tossed and turned it seemed from a fitful dream. The old man could have delved into his mind and taken a peek had he wanted to, but he didn't bother. He could figure out from the erect state of the boy's penis and the involuntary actions of the boy's hands upon it that he was experiencing part of the sexual energy that the old man himself was putting out. That sometimes happened during his often sexually oriented missions, but he saw no harm in letting the boy dream a sexual fantasy or two.

Turning back to the young lady beside him on the bottom bunk, he took in her charms. Her covers had been pulled down and her light shirt that she wore for a night gown had ridden up and was bunched under her ample bosom. Her bare belly and cute little belly button seemed to wink at him invitingly as she breathed deeply in a restful sleep. Looking to her face, he saw her eyes moving rapidly beneath her lids as she dreamed an erotic dream of his devising. Not until now did he realize that this was a part of his mission and he smiled at the pleasant and sexy thoughts he was going to plant in her nubile mind.

May felt her self flying above a green field covered in daisies. She had always liked dreams that allowed her to fly freely amongst the clouds. With that thought, May realized that she was dreaming. It was not the first time she had lucidly dreamed, but this one somehow felt different. Slowly she glided to earth and gently landed on a soft bed that appeared beneath her. Her clothes were suddenly gone, and she began to feel moistness from her loins as she became aware of her sudden sexual desires building up within her. Odd she thought.

Normally when she had a lucid dream, she could control her surroundings somewhat, but in this case her mind did not seem to be her own. She tried to move from the bed, but it was like a weight was upon her, or that her limbs were too heavy to lift.

The strange man wrinkled his brow in consternation looking down upon the red headed beauty. This was different, he thought. There was nothing in his memory or his impression that told him he would meet this kind of resistance. Thinking back, he searched his memory for any similar occurrences. This was new. In his long existence and experience, new meant one thing for sure, change was coming. His heart rate jumped. He was excited for the first time in a long time. Sure there were little thrills that came and went throughout the ages, but this was a titillation of something bigger. Change meant uncertainty for him. This could be bad, it could be good, and there was no way for him to tell. At times like this, he reveled in the challenge that uncertainty pressed upon him. The world was balanced on a pin point, and how this next mission played out would determine the fate of its current existence as humankind knew it in this time and place. Bending his will back to his task, the broad shouldered man concentrated on the young ladies dream world below him. She was May, that was her name as he had gathered from her very own thoughts. That should help him do what he needed to do.

May felt her desire to resist fade, and she let the lucid dream continue its course. Slowly, her sex began to heat up. Like a smoldering fire, she could feel heat and moistness radiating from her thighs and lower abdomen. Drawing her knees up, she began to display herself in a wanton fashion. Reaching her hands down, she rubbed both of her thighs up and down as if beckoning a lover to her. From between her legs she watched as a long flesh-like rod materialized out of thin air. Slowly it grew and throbbed and it soon became recognizable as a gigantic penis. Its size was to the point of ludicrous. Waving hypnotically in the air it floated toward her swollen and heated womanhood. As it approached, she could only wonder how it could possibly fit into her vagina. That it was far too big to be real did not seem to matter, she only knew her desire and need to be filled by it. Somehow it entered her, impaling itself within her entire being, yet at the same time it lewdly parted her thighs and pushed them farther apart. Completely without possibility, she felt it penetrate her and begin to thrust deep within her bowels. At the same time, she watched it impossibly stroke itself between her thighs and even run up the top of her belly to just under her swaying breasts. It was like her entire body was being taken by a giant disembodied penis. Regardless of the ridiculousness, she found her body responding with sexual need and desire. As the gigantic phallus continued to thrust obscenely in her and on her, she wrapped her hands and arms around the upper shaft lying on her belly and rubbed it up and down as she humped her pelvis forward and began to match its increasing rhythm.

The middle aged man smiled as he saw her begin to respond both in the dream and on the bed sheets. Pulling his fly open, he let out his own mighty member. Grasping it firmly, he began the ritual he knew he was required to perform. He had no choice, but this did not matter as his own desire was driving him onward with a force of its own. Stroking up and down his prodigious shaft, he watched the blossoming woman's dream and her dream driven movements upon the bed superimposed upon his vision. Quickening his pace, he matched the dream phallus's thrusts with his own fisted movements on his steely pole. Sensing with perfect timing May's own climax, he released his own seed upon her. On the bed she had raised her night gown above her alluring breasts as she rubbed up and down her chest and torso in simulation of stroking the dream penis that filled her. As the mysterious man let loose his need, stream after stream of pearly semen splayed across her breasts and stomach and crisscrossed her arms as she continued to rub her upper torso. No less than a dozen ejaculations shot forth from his throbbing member, and the object of his desire lay covered in his seed, still dreaming of the gigantic phallus that was erupting on her in a meadow on a bed in her bizarre dream.

Slowly the man watched as she continued to rub his blessed juice into her skin. For that is what it was, a blessing from his master, via his own being. Tucking his shrinking member back in his pants, he continued to watch the vision below him as he released his control of her dream state. He had no fear of her waking, as he slowly reached over to her bedside table and placed the book from his knapsack beside her dark rimmed glasses and feather book marker. Opening it to the proper story, he placed the feather book marker within its pages and closed it up. As his final act for the night, he implanted the thought within her that she had found the book at the public library. Turning to look once more upon the young man across the room, he saw that he was now sound asleep still with his youthful member poking a tent in the sheets. Ah youth, he thought, with a little bit of sadness.

Glancing one last time at May as she lay sprawled upon the bed, the man sighed and melded into the shadows and appeared back outside the house from where he came. Shouldering his knapsack once again upon his broad shoulders, he trekked back into the woods and towards the river. For now, his first task was done, but he sensed a change in the air, and though cautious, he began to look forward to the challenge of this mission and where it might lead.

CHAPTER THREE

Heading down the dirt road on his three-wheeler, Scott turned off and hit a side trail that went directly to the fort. The fort, as he and his friends called it, was really just a pseudo park that the small town had created for the kids to have something to call their own and be able to congregate and play in as they grew up. Even calling it a park was pushing the description to its utmost. It was really just a couple acres of land in the woods that had been thinned by the local town's folk. In the middle a "fort" was erected out of rough sawn lumber and log slats. Though simple it had been built with a child's heart in mind. There were multi-level platforms and small enclosures that were connected by swinging bridges and covered walk ways throughout the structure. It actually went up nearly three stories and at the top was a large enclosed floor nearly as big as Scott's living room. In the middle was a ladder that actually went to a loft under a sloped roof that was even more secluded. Over the years, he and his friends had gathered old cushions and blankets, and an odd assortment of furniture that was used for playing games or sitting around while drinking stolen beers or smoking cigarettes and pot. Hidden under a false board in the loft they had even stashed some Penthouse and Playboy magazines over the years that were worn with use from many solo masturbation sessions while discovering what they could about sex.

Checking his watch, he could see that he was right on schedule for the meeting planned with Linda at noon here. Looking around as he drove up, he did not see any sign of her or anyone else for that matter. Though the fort was popular when he was younger, it was less used these days as his generation of friends had out grown it, it seemed. Pulling the three-wheeler around the back, he killed the motor, swung out of the seat and bounded up the stairs to the first landing. Looking around at the four other landings, he decided to check out the top main floor as that was where everyone ended up anyway, and was the only landing that was enclosed with vertical slats which made it hard to make out if anyone was in it or not. Excitedly, he raced across the swinging rope bridge and leaped up the next set of stairs till he reached the top. Slowing down a little, he composed himself before entering the enclosure and looked around anxiously. Damn, he thought, she isn't here. God, I hope she didn't change her mind. I am such an idiot, he hounded himself; I should have called this morning to see if she was still coming.

Dejectedly Scott went over to an old bean bag chair that someone had dragged up and plopped himself down. White pellets poofed out the tear in the side of the old green vinyl covering and joined with the dust motes that were stirred up as they played in the sunlight shining through the gaps in the slat walls. The feeling of sadness was nearly overwhelming for him. Not typically a depressed type of person, he was surprised by his own reaction. As he pondered what to do next, he heard a noise above him. Looking up, he barely contained a laugh and a joyous holler as he saw Linda backing slowly down from the loft above. With her back to him, her butt was at a good position to watch as she stepped carefully from rung to rung. She wore flip-flops on her dainty feet and was wearing the same cut-off jeans from yesterday. From this angle her legs seemed longer and more alluring than he ever recalled before. Clambering up, he watched as she jumped from the last rung and turned to him with a shy smile on her face.

"I wasn't sure you would come," she said. "I didn't realize I got here so early, but I just couldn't wait," she explained. "Then I started thinking that maybe you had some regrets, or that you didn't want to see me, or that you wanted to back out, or that maybe that you weren't really attracted to me, or maybe...

Abruptly she stopped as Scott rushed to her and picked her off her feet while kissing her thoroughly on the lips. Nearly smothering her, he carried her against the wall and pinned her there. As he continued to keep his lips locked to hers, he began to run his hands up and down the sides of her body. Slowly he let her slide down the rough slates causing her soft pink sleeveless top to catch on the wood and climb up her belly to just under her unencumbered breasts. Taking advantage of the situation, he slid his hands under her shirt and cupped and grasped her magnificent mounds. Remembering his lessons from the day before, he slowed his movements and began to massage and feel his way toward her protruding nipples. Lifting her shirt over her breast, he broke off his kiss so that he could look down and admire once again the beauty of her womanly charms. Breathing roughly, he slowly circled around her areolas and marveled at her stiff puckered nipples. He looked at her and smiled lustfully.

Linda was still trying to catch her breath. Gasping she shivered at Scott's touch. The way he had grabbed her and snatched her in the air had scared her at first. The ease and sheer power he displayed in taking what he wanted was a little shocking to her. Their years of growing up had bred a certain familiarity with each other, and of all the boys she wrestled around with in the backyards over those years, he was the most common opponent. She had always thought that she was holding her own pretty good with him back then, but now she knew that was not the truth. He had only been toying with her. It dawned on her that if he wanted too, Scott could do anything he wanted to her and she would be hard pressed to stop him. But she didn't want him to stop, and that scared her even more. The thought of him pursuing his desires scared her too. Her emotions were a jumble, and her desire was hard to define. God, this was so intense, she thought. Looking back at him as he smiled down at her though eased her fears. In his eyes she saw desire, but also there was something deeper. A certain kind of awe was there that comes on you when you see a gorgeous sunset or sunrise. It reminded her of the first time she climbed to the top of Desert Mountain and looked down upon the valley below in which she lived. A person couldn't help but appreciate what God had made and the beauty of it all. Staring down at her from his hazel eyes that flashed green and then blue as the sun shone on his face through the gaps in the wall, she realized that he had that same look. She smiled back in the same loving way and moaned softly.

Whispering breathlessly, she asked, "I take it you're ready to explore some more?"

"Oh, most definitely," he replied as he continued to rub and fondle her breasts, occasionally bunching her shirt back up around her shoulder and neck to keep them exposed for his pleasure. Linda now had her arms draped around his neck, holding herself up as little shocks of pleasure coursed through her body every time he brushed her sensitive nipples with his strong hands. Not understanding exactly why, she started grinding her hips against his thighs in a humping motion. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but let out a wanton moan. "That feels so good, Scott, so wonderful... oh my... oh yes...hmmm..." she purred.

Scott was in heaven as he watched her writhe before him. Am I making her do this, he thought? For the first time in his young life he felt powerful. He felt confident. He felt in total control of himself and everything around him and this thought was very enlightening. Acting on this new found feeling, he decided to explore its boundaries. Slowly, he let his hands drop and backed away from her. Her arms still around his neck, Linda nearly fell face first as she snapped open her eyes and stepped forward to catch her balance. Looking up, she anxiously opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, when he said, "Stand up and turn around."
Looking at him she saw him smile. In his eyes, she recognized the love she had seen before, but she also saw something steely there now. She saw in those beautiful hazel eyes a certain command that she sometimes saw in her father's eyes when he was setting his foot down about her misbehavior or her reluctance to follow his demands. It was a certain "do not argue with me young lady" kind of stance that brooked no argument from her. She shivered. Normally, she would dig her foot in just to be stubborn to that kind of attitude, but surprisingly, she found she wanted to do his bidding. Reaching up to pull her shirt down, she began to turn around as he asked. No wait, he didn't ask did he, she thought. He had told her. He had commanded her. She shivered again and felt a warm wetness between her legs.

"Don't pull your shirt down, leave it the way it is," he told her, liking the way it displayed her breasts.

Stopping in mid-motion, she let her arms drop away from her shirt and turned her back to him. Shaking a little she waited for his next command.

"God you look hot, Linda," he whispered, his voice cracking a little with the sheer excitement of it all. Clearing his throat a little he continued, "Now bend over and pull your shorts down."

Reaching to unbutton her shorts, she slowly bent forward and began sliding them slowly toward her feet playing out the scene that had been interrupted from the day before. He watched as her heart shaped ass came into view. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he soon realized she was not wearing any panties. As her hands continued toward the floor with her shorts in tow, he finally got to see his first real life naked woman. Her butt cheeks were unblemished and snow white from not seeing much of the sun. Even more alluring was her mound that came into view as she continued to bend obscenely over with her head nearly to the floor. Lightly covered with blond curls it looked amazing to Scott. Her vaginal lips seemed to protrude a little, and he was curious to get a closer look. Just above her engorging lips, he saw her puckered anus. Having never really thought about it before, he did not think it would be as sexy as what he thought it looked like right now. Quickly, he reached down to his throbbing member and undid his own jeans to free it from its confines. Pulling his burgeoning shaft out, it smacked into his hands and looked red and angry from having been cooped up to long. Clear liquid leaked profusely from his swollen head, and Scott just let it sit in his grip as he continued to watch Linda pose in front of him.

"Lean your hands against the wall and spread your legs." He told her. She did as he asked, scooting forwards a little to reach the wall, she stepped out of her flip-flops and shorts that were around her feet and spread her legs a little farther apart.

"Spread them farther", he told her again. Again she complied. She was now bent at a ninety degree angle with her butt sticking in the air and her legs spread wider than her shoulders. She could feel the air hitting the hot lips of her vagina as she exposed herself more and more to Scott's desires. She could actually feel juice sliding down her thigh as the excitement of the situation mounted for her. Not knowing what was coming next scared her and thrilled her at the same time. She nearly laughed hysterically at the conflict of emotions that raced through her while she waited eagerly for Scott's next command.

He wasn't sure what to do next or how far he could take this new authority that Linda was allowing him. As he continued to admire her backside, he saw a shiny trail of moistness trailing from her protruding vaginal lips and down her legs. Slowly he came forward and got a closer look. Moving carefully so he would not break whatever spell that they were under, he got on his knees and put his face closer to her sex. As he neared her, he began to smell her essence. Musky, he thought. Earthy, it reminded him of fresh turned fertile soil for some reason. Even that did not describe it correctly. He felt drawn to it, like ore to a magnet. Reaching up, he placed his hands on her butt cheeks. She gasped audibly, and goose bumps freckled all over her body. Slowly he began massaging her ass and thighs much like he had learned to massage her breasts. As he moved his hands in a circular motion, her cheeks would spread apart and come back together, opening and closing as if giving him an invitation to come in. Breathing in deeply, he continued to drift closer and closer to her engorging lips as they responded to her growing excitement.

"Don't move, Lin, I am going to try something," he told her. Before she could respond, he began to kiss her ass cheeks. First he started softly by kissing her cheeks and thighs. As his moist lips came into contact with her streaming nectar, he couldn't help but use his tongue to taste a woman for the first time. The taste confirmed his nose, and the musk was heavier and more intoxicating as he lapped at her thighs. He could feel Linda shaking a little and hear her increasingly labored breath.

Oh...Oh...hmmm...yes, Oh God...yesss..., she whimpered and hissed through gritted teeth.

As he heard her whimper he felt her press back into his hands with her hips. Emboldened, he spread her ass cheeks even more and kissed and tongued his way up to the promise land, to her woman hood that now hung there swollen and inviting. Finally, he ran his tongue along her moist slit. For him, it was like having the first bite of a warm apple pie. He would never forget how it tasted and felt and how it made his desire soar.

For Linda, it was electric. His lips and tongue as they played on her skin had raised her senses to a heightened state that left her trembling and wanton. Her body was demanding satisfaction, and Scott's teasing was agonizingly and lovingly slow to deliver. When his tongue came into contact with her lips she nearly jumped upright from the shock, even though she had anticipated by now where he was headed. Clenching her hands tightly she felt the rough wood scratch at her hands as she fought to maintain the position that he had commanded she put herself in. Arching her back, she instinctively shoved her ass back into his face. She felt his nose slide between her cheeks as he then ducked down a little more and bent his head back to get his whole mouth on her mound more securely.

After the initial lick, he was now pressing his lips as tightly to her pussy lips as he ever did to her mouth. His tongue began working into and all around her moist mound as he explored her every crevice. With no knowledge to guide him he didn't know exactly what to do, so he found himself trying to do everything. He was licking her lips, delving his tongue into her moist flower, sucking the lips into his mouth like he had her nipples, and even nibbling softly around her vulva. Gradually he realized that he could use her responses to maximize his explorations.

She was beginning to peak and her body had a mind of its own as she humped herself lewdly back and forth across his face. She was so close to her orgasm and a little shove was sure to put her over the edge.

"Oh Scott, your tongue feels so good... Keep going, baby...keep going," she begged.

Encouraged and enthused by her responses, he began licking her wildly, not really knowing what he was supposed to do, but not really caring at this point. Crawling completely under her spread legs, he turned himself and bent backwards to get complete access to all of her charms. In this position, his nose began to bump and rub her raised clitoris as he enthusiastically lapped at her dripping sex. As he bumped her clit, he noticed her moans and gasps begin to increase and she soon began to shake and hump uncontrollably all over his now shiny smeared face.

"Yes, Yes, YES... Oh God, Oh God... ahh, ahhh, ohhh OHHH!"

Suddenly, Scott felt a hand on the back of his head, as Linda clenched her fingers in his curly locks and shoved his face even deeper into her overflowing lips. Thrusting her hips, she ground her pelvis onto his lips and nose and humped his head like her life depended on it. As she smeared her passionate nectar all over his face, he tried to catch his breath when he could. Holding on to her thighs he let her ride out her orgasm. As wave after wave rippled through her, Linda's thighs convulsed and squeezed the side of his head as he was now practically holding her up with his face and shoulders. Slowly she began to subside from her mind blowing orgasm. Tremors still shook her body as she finally eased herself off of his still licking tongue, kissing lips and glistening face.

"Stop please, I don't think I can take any more right now," she breathed. "Oh baby, what did you do to me? I have never... I have never felt... God, I have never cum like that before in my life!" "Where did you learn to do that? Is that why you keep those dirty magazines hidden up in the loft?" she teased.

"Well, I don't know what I did, but I am glad you liked it," Scott answered as he slowly crawled from under her and leaned back onto one of the cushions lying on the floor, face still glistening and trying to catch his breath. Looking at her flushed and trembling body, he added, "You look absolutely beautiful, did you know that?"

She blushed. "Really? I feel a little embarrassed actually. I just completely lost it there, I couldn't control myself. You completely... You had me so...I wanted you to take... Oh, I don't know what I am trying to say. Just the whole thing that happened was so... erotic and intoxicating, I don't know for sure what came over me. I don't know what you could possibly think of me now." She stopped talking abruptly and just lowered her eyes a little, not wanting to meet Scott's eyes for some reason.

Not understanding, Scott did the only thing he could think of; he got up and gave her a hug. Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms completely around her and pulled her to him tightly. Slowly he brought her to the old overstuffed chair that was in the corner, and sitting down he put her in his lap and just continued to hold her. Rubbing her back, he felt Linda slowly curl up on his lap and sink deeper into his arms. At first she had been shaking a little, but now she seemed to have calmed down and her breathing started to return to normal.

"You know, you have nothing to worry about, right?" he began. "You realize that was the greatest and best experience of my whole life, right? Yesterday you watched me as I...jacked... masturbated in front of you and made a mess all over you and myself, and you still seem to like me, right?" Slowly he stroked her soft blonde curls. Odd, but he had never realized how silky they felt before. "We started this adventure together, and we both wanted it. There is nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about as far as I am concerned," he added. "You were amazing just now, and I am telling you, I didn't know how sexy and beautiful a woman could be... as YOU could be... till I saw you orgasm. I can't wait till I get to make you feel that way again," he cracked. Reaching down he smacked her ass softly and chuckled a little.

Looking up at him, she couldn't help but smile. How could she not see it before? At this moment, Scott was her world, and as the sun sparkled off his golden curls, she never wanted to leave it. Reaching up, she pulled his head down for a kiss.

"Thank you," she said. Giggling she added, "What next?"

Scott squirmed as he tried to get more comfortable on the worn out chair and from the fabric scratching and rubbing his back side. She shifted and curled her legs up as she snuggled herself into his lap even deeper. Looking down at her with admiration, he watched as the sunlight played across her naked form as it shone through the roughhewn slats on the old children's fort that they were using for their sexual exploration. The way she had moved had allowed his still swollen member to poke free and slap against his abdomen. His lust began to burn hotter once again.

She was just staring into his hazel eyes searching and watching his face as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm when he had taken her to heights she had never believed possible. Slowly, she began to realize that she had lost her shirt somewhere along the way and that she was completely naked and curled up on his lap and his manhood was sticking up between them with her body wrapped around it as if to protect it from harm. Looking down, she took some more time to admire his throbbing member. His penis was swollen and appeared to move slowly as if with a mind of its own. The first time she had saw him this way she thought it had looked red and angry. Now she began to think that it looked more eager than angry. Like a racehorse waiting to bolt from the gate. Clear fluid continued to leak from his mushroomed head, and she now realized that it was a similar reaction to how her own sex became wet when she got excited. As she stared, his shaft jumped a little, like a pet begging for attention. Slowly she reached her hand toward it half afraid of what it could do, as she had witnessed the first time Scott and she got together. Gingerly, she ran her fingers down the top of his shaft. Scott breathed in sharply. Looking back at him, she asked, "Am I hurting you?"

"Oh God, no," he gasped, "your touch is amazing!" Scott had never had anyone else touch his cock before, and the reality of the feeling combined with the visual image of her playing her hand across his aching pole was maddeningly erotic.

"I have wanted this for so long, please don't stop, baby."

She smiled and looked back down at his member as it continued to jump and throb against her exploring fingers. Tracing her fingers up one side and down the other, she marveled at how his manhood felt. The heat was the first thing that registered, and the slipperiness of his fluid that streamed down his head as she smeared it around was like a readymade lube for the moment. As she continued to play with his seminal fluid and rub it all around his shaft, she watched and felt how he tensed up every time she got near his mushroomed head. An idea came to her and she stopped her ministrations.

"Ok, my turn," she announced as she suddenly uncurled and stepped away from Scott and his magnificent shaft.

"Oh, Linda, please don't stop, that was feeling so good," Scott nearly whined as he felt the warmth of her body leave his lap and her hand leave his needy member. Plaintively he reached to drag her back to him but she nimbly stepped from his reach.

"Oh no you don't, you got your turn now I want mine. Remember the deal? We are both willing to try anything for each other, and you just tried something amazing with me. Now you need to let me be the one in charge, at least for now. Can you do that?"

Holding in his frustration, he realized she was right. Fair is fair, he thought, and this was an adventure he did not want to end because he only wanted things his way. Raising his hands, he replied," Ok, a deal is a deal. What do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry stud, I am sure you will enjoy this, and so will I!" she smiled. Slowly she raised her arm and crooked a finger at him. "First you need to stand up and get as naked as me, my dear friend."

Shrugging, he stood up with his bouncing pole pointing the way as it hung from his still open fly. Shucking his shoes off with a practiced toe-to-heel action, he followed that quickly by shedding his Levis and shorts all in one motion. Casually he stepped out of them and flipped them to the side with his left foot to clear space. Next he reached over his head and pulled his tee shirt off in one quick jerk and cast it into the same pile as his jeans and shorts. Having already exposed himself to Linda in the most intimate way the other day, he felt surprisingly relaxed as he spread his hands and stood before her admiring eyes in just his socks. The look she was giving him certainly helped. A look of want or hunger was what came to his mind. Like seeing the steaming caramel rolls being brought out of the oven by his mother and wanting to snatch one even before they had cooled down. Her look was like that, only stronger, if such a thing could happen.

Her breathing was starting to get deeper. Her mouth went dry, and unconsciously she licked her lips. She had seen Scott's body in a swim suit on many occasions as they played and swam in the lake during the summer, but under these new circumstances his body took on a whole new light. Add to that, seeing his engorged shaft and hanging scrotum out in the open was simply amazing. Every time she let her eyes travel away, his manhood would inexorably draw them back to feast on its magnificence. It simply seemed to demand her attention. As she continued to stare she began to notice finer details she never bothered with before. His upper torso was lightly covered with reddish hair that was a darker version of his reddish blond curly locks. A small trail of fine body hair made its way down the center of his flat stomach as if to show her the way to his throbbing shaft and balls. Surrounding them was a fine curly bush of hair that circled his shaft and ended in nearly peach fuzz blond hair on his pendulous scrotum. Even though this was the second time she had seen his sex, the first time was over so quick she never really got to explore it much. Now that she could, she was curious as to how she would feel about really seeing her first penis, and her thoughts surprised her a little. She felt horny, and something more. She couldn't quite figure it out. She wanted it. She wanted to keep it for herself and take it with her. She felt possessive. Smiling mischievously, she raised her eyes to Scotts and said, "Ok big boy, turn around and bend over slowly."

Scott just looked at her and tried to figure out what she had just said. As she was inspecting him, he had continued to admire her fine form. She had lost her shirt somewhere along the way, and as he watched her heaving breasts, he saw that her nipples, which had softened earlier, had become as stiff and erect as his own needy shaft. It was all he could do to stand there and let her have her way, and when she spoke, it seemed from far away or like a voice heard underwater. Going over what she said again in his mind, he finally realized she was serious as she crossed her arms under her breasts and looked at him expectantly. Admiring the way her breasts lifted in such a position, Scott blushed a little and shrugged. Slowly he turned around in front of the chair and bent at the waist. Embarrassed, he began to get nervous about putting himself in such an exposed position and showing her his backside. Placing his hands on his knees he tried to look back to see what she was doing.

"No peeking, now. Just stay like that for a minute," she barked. "No, wait, actually I want you to lean over and put your hands on the chair while you spread your legs wide, like I did for you earlier, baby."

Oh my God, was she kidding, he thought? Taking a deep breath, he decided to just roll with it. Spreading his legs wide he reached out and leaned his hands on the arms of the overstuffed chair. Looking down he could see his stiff cock staring back at him and his balls dangling below and through his legs he saw Linda's bare legs slowly begin to step toward him. Now what, he worried?

Linda was fascinated. In a way she thought he should look a little ridiculous standing there bare ass naked, bent over a chair with his ass sticking out at her. But she was not laughing at all. Part of it was discovering what a male body looked like in the nude and how it differed from her own female form. Another thought that occurred to her was how Scott had been willing to trust her enough to put himself in such a vulnerable situation. The momentary fear she had felt earlier when he had grabbed her and controlled her seemed silly now. Trust, she thought, that was the key, and by his actions he was showing that he trusted her. The love she had for him and that had begun building since the start of this adventure only got stronger. Cautiously she approached him from behind. After what he had done for her earlier, she really wanted to please him as much as he had done for her. Not really sure of what she was going to do or how she was going to do it, she slowly stopped and stood directly behind his ivory colored well-toned ass cheeks.
"Your turn not to move, love," she rasped throatily. Reaching out, she placed her hands on his back and rubbed them up and down. Standing off to his side a little, she moved one hand down to his butt cheeks and squeezed and rubbed him all around. Reaching lower, she dragged her hand up and down the insides of his thighs stopping short of his dangling scrotum and pulsating member. He began to growl deep in his throat. She smiled again at the way she was making him feel and squeezed her legs together as her own moistness began to gather again in her already soaking lips. "Damn, this was hot!" she thought. Finally, she moved her hand all the way back up to the crack of his butt cheeks and slowly rubbed downward till she grasped his dangling fuzz covered sack.

Scott jumped and clenched his hands tighter on the arms of the chair. Gasping, he could feel the raised and worn floral pattern from the old green chair's upholstery press into his sweaty, clenching palms. Biting his tongue to keep from moaning, he waited for what would come next.

She watched his reactions and carefully kept her touch gentle. His scrotal skin was soft as velvet and she was amazed at the warmth that it put out. She gripped his sack gently in her hand as if she were cradling bird's eggs. Rolling them between her fingers she marveled at the contrast of firmness and softness that she felt between his loose skin and his egg shaped balls. As she continued, he began to squirm more and his breathing became more rapid. Kneeling down to get a better view, she looked down his shaft from the backside and saw a long stream of clear viscous fluid glinting in the sunlight as it hung from the head of his hardened manhood reaching nearly to the floor. Slowly she began to move her right hand up his pole and toward his swollen head. Reaching the top, she wrapped her hands around his penis and gripping him tightly, pulled a little like she had seen him do the other day. Scott literally thrust his hips into her fist and moaned.

"Oh God, LIn, that feels good," he gasped. "Hmmm...yes...stroke it, honey...ahhh..."

"Instruct me baby, tell me what you like so I can give you the same pleasure you gave me," Linda urged. "You like this?" she asked, as she moved her hand up and down his shaft while lightly smearing his leaking arousal all over and making his pole shiny and slick.

"Yes, that is good baby, that is SO good... grasp me tighter as you do that...that's it, yea baby, now move your hand toward the top and rub under the head...OH God yes... There, there...a little tighter so the skin moves with your hand...uhh...ohhh...Linda... yes, yes..harder...uhh...faster...hmm...uhh,"he continued to grunt and groan as he fast approached his orgasm.

Linda followed his instructions and just immersed herself in the feel of his red hot tool in her hand. He was so hard, like a flexing muscle, yet his skin was soft and moist from his juice that she continued to rub on it as she kept yanking on his shaft. It was like silk covered steel. His moans became more vocal and he no longer made a lot of sense as he started to involuntarily thrust his hips forward in competition with her stroking hand.

"OH yea... oh Lord...faster pa..pa..pleeaze...I..aye..gonna...uhhh... Linda...jack it, babeeee" he moaned as he clenched his eyes shut and craned his neck in ecstasy.

Fascinated, she crawled under him much like he had done to her earlier and continued to methodically jerk on his slippery shaft as before. She wanted to do more for him, like he had done for her. Curiously, she stuck her tongue out and licked his juicy slick head. Surprised, she found his fluid didn't seem to really have any taste. As she went up to take another lick, Scott convulsed and thrust forward causing his purpled swollen head to part her lips and push her tongue back into her mouth. Surprised she pulled her head back quickly. Giggling a little to herself, she thought she would like to try that again. Placing her left hand on his thigh to keep him from thrusting too hard on his own again, she pointed his manhood at her mouth and stretched her head up and forward to let it slide inside.

Scott's moaning and muttering stopped abruptly as he felt her warm lips and wet mouth slide down his shaft. Snapping his eyes open he looked down to see Linda squatting below him with her right hand on the bottom of his shaft and her mouth wrapped around his cock head. His vision blurred as he tried to keep from spewing immediately at the sight of her mouth and the feel of her tongue as it wagged on the underside of his sensitive member.

"Oh Baby...that feels incredible! I can't hold out long, Lin, you are going to make me shoot, honey...oh God...Oh...uhh...uhh..." he was losing it. Gripping the chair even tighter the old rotted wood squealed in protest as he pushed it harder against the slatted walls trying to hold out the best he could, wanting the feeling to last.

Linda didn't know what she was doing, and her teeth seemed to get in the way of wrapping her lips around his bulbous head. Finally it occurred to her to curl her lips over her teeth as she slid his cock deeper into her mouth. Her jaw was stretched to its maximum and began to ache almost immediately from the unfamiliar position. Peering up she could hear and see Scott straining as he got close to his climax. The feel and taste of his organ in her mouth and sliding along her tongue was unique. She recognized a hint of soap but overwhelmingly there was something more that she would best describe as sweat. The smell and taste of him was curious. It didn't taste bad, maybe a little salty, but neither was it particularly pleasant. She likened it to drinking her first beer, it was what the drink led too that made it enjoyable for her and this was no different as his pleasure was her pleasure and her ultimate goal. His thighs were now pressing ever harder on her hand and she feared she would choke if he thrust himself any deeper. Holding on as best she could, she experimentally sucked on Scott's spongy mushroom head as she finally found a way to seal her lips around the slick shaft. She felt him tense up and could see his scrotum actually shrink toward his bent over body and before she realized it, he shot a large load of sperm in her mouth and directly into her throat. Startled, she pulled back immediately as she choked and tried to breath, not sure whether she should swallow or spit to clear her air way.

Scott was looking down as Linda was giving him his first blow job. His vision was blurred and the erotic scene before him shifted in and out of focus as the blood rushed from his head to his throbbing cock. The feeling was indescribable for him, as he had never experienced anything like this in his young adult life. Even humping his pillows after putting silk cases on them to simulate what he thought a woman's vagina might feel like didn't come anywhere near to the reality of this current experience. As she kissed and slid her lips on his steely pole, he felt her teeth delicately slide and scrape along his shaft. Even this felt good though, as her warm, wet mouth and tongue overrode every other sensation in his brain. Suddenly he felt her lips lock down on his shaft and her slobbering tongue rest against the sensitive frenulum under his cock head, and then she began to suck and pull at the same time. That was it; he moaned and without warning began to ejaculate down her throat.

"Oh Honey...OH...OH...Uhhhmmm...uh...uh...UH!"

He watched as her eyes grew wide and she pulled her mouth off his spewing member while his sperm leaked from her lips and dribbled down her chin. Not letting go of his shaft, she held it in a vise like grip as he thrust uncontrollably back and forth in a humping motion, shooting sperm in every direction.

"Keep jerking it, baby...please keep jerking...oh God...stroke me hard, pull my cock...Linda...yes.." he begged with his need to fulfill his orgasm's demands as she held tightly to his shaft.

Linda recovered and resumed yanking on his throbbing and spurting manhood. As she jerked on him, sperm shot out in a steady torrent. Stream after stream hit her face, chest, and legs. Ducking to hide from the onslaught, Scott shot more in her blond curls. Holding on to his spitting shaft as if fighting a snake, she continued to coax load after load from his thrusting tool. Finally, after what seemed like a dozen volleys, Scott began to wind down even as his cockhead continued to drool his seed from its slit. Slowly it leaked down over her hand and wrist and began to make a steady stream of pearly white fluid that crawled down her forearm.

Looking down once again, he watched as she kept her head bent and pulled determinedly on his steely hard penis. His cum was all over, mostly on her. Some of it had hit the surrounding floor and landed on the cushioned chair in front of him and was slowly sinking into the worn green fabric. Breathing harshly, he watched his sperm finally die out as she diligently pumped on his cock. Beginning to feel over-sensitized, he finally released his grip on the chair and reached down and grabbed her sperm covered wrist.

"You can stop, I can't take it anymore honey, I am too sensitive," he whispered as he began to worry about what she might be thinking and feeling. Looking at her bent and covering up, he started to feel somewhat guilty. Oh Lord, he thought; don't let me have ruined this wonderful adventure. Please.

"Are you okay," he asked worriedly. Linda had not moved or responded as she just kept her right hand clamped on his cock and her left hand planted on his trembling leg. He could see her shaking a little, and his worry raised a notch. "Lin?"

Linda was still in shock. For the life of her, she should have known what was going to happen as she had witnessed him masturbating to climax only the day before, but she had still been surprised by the suddenness and explosiveness of it all. Moving her tongue around her mouth, she let the sperm that was still lodged in her cheeks and gums dribble from her lips. Involuntarily she swallowed, and some went down her throat. The pungent smell hit her again more strongly as his cum had painted the back of her throat and the inside of her mouth. Some of it was even in her nose. Taking a deeper breath, she let the taste of him really settle in. Though pungent, it did not completely gross her out. It definitely tasted salty. She had tasted worse things, she was sure. Once, her father had brought home caviar from a New Year's Eve party and let the family try it. Now that was bad, she thought. Maybe because caviar was supposed to be eaten (why she could not say) the contrast of the taste made it seem worse. Sperm was not food after all, but if she had let him continue to pump it down her throat, she certainly would have been full judging by the amount in which he had covered her. With that thought she began to giggle a little. Finally it dawned on her that Scott was saying something, and sounding worried.

Continuing to giggle, mirth bubbled up in her and she openly began to laugh joyously as she raised her sperm soaked head to look at Scott's worried face. "Yes, I am fine, my love, more than fine," she finally replied. Looking at his still hard penis grasped in her hand with his hand clutching her slime covered wrist to hold it still, she asked, "the question is if YOU'RE okay? Did I hurt you in anyway? Did I give you as much pleasure as you gave me? Can I do it better, my love, my man?" She looked up again at him imploringly.

Seeing her laugh and hearing her speak broke the worried spell that had descended on him. Gently he reached down and pried her fingers away from his sensitive cock head. His sperm was all over her hand and wrist and he still felt bad about the mess he had made of her. Knowing that she now seemed okay with it, he began to appreciate the spectacle and the fact that her actions and even the way she looked covered with his man juice just made her all the more sexy. That she did this for him, and was even suggesting by her words that she would do it again made his blood begin to slowly simmer all over again.

"Baby, I don't know how it can get better, but I am damn sure willing to try," he laughed with her. Reaching over he snagged his tee shirt off the floor and handed it to her. "Sorry about the mess, honey, but you bring out the worse in me," he joked. Squatting down next to her he took off a sock and turned it inside out. "Here, let me help," he added as he began to work at wiping up the sperm that had collected on her legs and thighs as she wiped at her face and chest with his shirt.

"Did I hurt you, are you really okay?" he again asked. "That was so intense, I couldn't really control myself. Your...mouth felt incredible on my...my cock," he stammered as he searched for the proper words to say. "Thank you so much for that, I don't know how to describe the feelings you brought out in me."

"Well, by the looks of me, I would say you don't need to describe anything," she quipped while looking him in his eyes that seemed greener now like the chair he rested his back on. Her own blue eyes sparkled back at him and she giggled. "Don't you worry, that was as fun for me as it was for you," she added. "I think my...vagi...umm...pussy liked it a lot, judging by how wet it feels." Never really having talked with anyone about sex and sexual activities in this fashion Linda was as unsure as Scott about how to voice what she was feeling. Her total conversations ranged from her Dad telling her not to spread her legs till she was married, and her Mom asking her if she was ok when she first got her period. It was not that they did not love or did not care about her, but like many parents of her generation they were not very open about sex and unsure of how to proceed with the topic at times. Sure, her Mom had asked about her sexual activity, and if she needed to be on the pill, but in truth Linda had been a little scared and shy about the whole thought. Until now, she had thought she would be waiting till she got married to discover the mysteries of sex. That had changed in a BIG way when she had seen Scott pulling on his hard member and something inside of her had clicked. A switch had been thrown and she knew it was not going to turn off, nor did she want it too.

Continuing to clean herself the best she could, she continued, "Remember, that was MY turn and that was what I wanted to try. Granted, it did shock me, but only because I was caught by surprise and it was new to me. That is why we began this adventure, remember?" Finishing with wiping herself down, she still had shiny smears of drying sperm spotted around her gorgeous body. Setting his tee shirt aside, she grabbed Scott's hands and took the sock away from him as he tried to help. "That is good, baby, I don't mind it, really. Besides that, something tells me we are not done yet anyway," and she pointedly stared at his still hard shaft that seemed to wave at her in response.

Stopping what he was doing, Scott returned her grasp, and enveloped both her hands in his as he smiled at her. "I don't know what has come over me. Usually after I cu... have an orgasm, I pretty much am done, or at least my co..penis...is done," he stammered some more.

She couldn't help but laugh at the difficulties he was having trying to find the right words even as she herself struggled with the same thing. Thinking it over quickly, she said, "Okay, this is your cock," she stated simply and grabbed it with her right hand. "And this is my pussy," she added, picking the words she thought he would like, as she placed her left hand on herself in demonstration. "Let's not be afraid to name the very things that give us each so much pleasure. I love your...COCK...and how it makes my PUSSY feel," she said, emphasizing her words with a firm squeeze of her right hand, and a circular motion with her left hand. "Mmmm...and we have so much more to discover and I can't wait. So, your turn my love, what is next?" She added as she continued to grasp his hardening tool and play with her own sex.

Scott's sexual furnace flamed to life again. Watching her openly playing with herself as she continued to hold his still hard shaft made his blood begin to boil. What he was now really wanting was to penetrate that delicious looking, moist, and steamy cave. His exploring desire was to shove his throbbing cock into her and feel what a pussy really felt like. Though he wanted this more than anything he had ever wanted in his life, he still felt a little unsure, and at a loss as to how exactly to proceed.

"I like what you are doing right now," he stalled. "How about you sit in the chair and show me a little more?"

Getting to his feet, he reached down and helped her up. She let his still slippery steel shaft slip from her hand and let him lead her to the chair as she laid back in it. Along with the scratchy fabric she could feel the damp spots from his previous orgasm spotting the chair. Leaning back, she reached her right hand back down and slowly massaged her vaginal lips as they began to become more engorged.

"That's it baby, show me how you like it this time," he whispered as he slowly knelt back down and shimmied closer to her. "I want to get a closer look, honey," he added as he grabbed her legs by the calves and spread them till they were draped over the arms of the chair. Lewdly she was now spread before him, as she continued to rub her middle finger up and down her slit. Her lips looked red and enflamed as she dipped her finger in and out and rubbed it up and down her moist sex.

Linda's breathing came harder, and she scooted down farther and spread her legs even wider. Closing her eyes and arching her back and neck she threw her other arm over the back of the chair and hung on as her excitement grew. Thrusting her hips a little she finally moved her fingers to the top of her wet opening and found her extruding clit. Lightly at first she smeared her own love juice around it and then began to rub in a circular motion.

Suddenly, she felt Scott's hand on her breasts. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. He was leaning over her, watching her masturbate herself with rapt attention as he massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She moaned her encouragement. "Oh baby...yes, play with me, have your way with me... God, I love it... pull on my nipples... Pinch them...that's it... yes, love... do it..." She gasped.

He inched closer and lowered his lips to her breasts and captured a nipple in his wet mouth. Fervently he sucked and nibbled on her hardened bud, and slobbered spit all around her areola. Looking up he saw her looking at him with desire, and scraping his knees along the hard rough sawn floor he moved closer and leaned up as he gave her an intimate kiss. As he did so, his stiff member poked her hand as she masturbated herself with ever more urgency.

"Oh Linda, I want you," he hoarsely whispered as he pulled back from their kiss and look down between them.

Linda had stopped rubbing her clit when she felt his spongy wet head so close to her wanton sex. Seeing and hearing his desire she realized this was going to happen. This needed to happen. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and nothing short of divine intervention would stop it now. Moving her hand out of the way, she brought both arms out and wrapped them around his shoulders.

Yes, Scott, I want you too. Do it, baby. Make me yours. Be mine. Put it in me... Put it in me now before I pass out... Do it baby!"

He was thrilled, and tentatively he leaned forward and poked the head of his dripping cock at her splayed out sex. Moving his inexperienced hips around, he fumbled forward a little trying to penetrate her without success.

"Here lover, let me help," she said, as she reached back down and grabbed his still sperm covered shaft. Gently she pointed it downward more till it was at the opening of her sopping hole. With her other hand, she encouraged him to push forward by pulling on his ass cheek. Slowly he eased forward into the tight opening. She gasped as her vaginal walls were stretched like never before. Although she was a virgin, she had lost her hymen long ago from riding horses on the ranch. However, that did not prepare her at all for the thickness of the rod that was penetrating her unexplored lips for the first time. At the start she felt a sharp twinge, and she instinctively moved her hand on his ass to the front of his hips to keep him from going to deep too fast. My God, she thought, how is that thing going to ever fit in me?
"Easy baby, easy, you are too big for me to take all at once. Let me guide you, baby...let me help us both get there..." She gasped.

With all the will power he could muster, Scott stopped his advance. A part of him just wanted to take her, to possess her and pound his cock into her like some raging beast. The sensation of just his cockhead pushing into her hot pussy was amazing, he thought. Her mouth had been great, but this was approaching heaven. The heat and the moistness were delicious. Feeling her hands on his hips, he tried his best to let her set the speed.

The initial pain had eased, and she let her hands ease off his hips. Slowly, inexorably, he slid his red hot pole further into her depths. Grunting with a mixture of pain and pleasure, she fluttered her hands on and off his hips half afraid to let him keep going, but not wanting him to ever stop. Finally, Scott's groin met hers and his entire shaft of divine manhood was buried hilt deep in her heavenly vagina.

She felt like she had been impaled. But far from the pain she had felt at being stretched at first, she now felt pleasure and a sense of completeness. She just wanted Scott to stay inside of her forever. She didn't want him to ever take his beautiful tool out of her. The heat was like a hot rod inside of her that she never wanted to let leave. But then, he began to move. Backwards his hips went, pulling his hot member back from the depths of her filled pussy. With her legs still draped over the arms of the chair, she could look straight down and see her vaginal lips peeling back as his shaft came farther out. Much like her own thoughts, her lips looked to be trying to hold his cock from escaping her confines and her burning desires. Returning her arms to his shoulder blades, she grasped him in an unconscious effort to keep him from leaving her completely.

Scott reveled in the feeling of his first pussy. Oh Lord, how intense. He readjusted his arms, and set them on either side of her and planted them deep in the chairs cushion for stability. Looking down he watched her lips suckle on his cock as he slid it backward. How delicious that was, he silently moaned. If he had not just climaxed earlier, he would have already shot his load again. As it was, his sexual motor was already revving at a high pace, and he knew he would be spilling his seed again all too soon. Following the encouragement he felt from her hands on his back, he began to slowly thrust his needy member in and out.

"Oh Linda... that is so good... you feel so hot...so tight... Oh my God..." He moaned and gasped.

She began to thrust her hips off the chair in response as the feeling of his manhood thrusting into her depths began to bring out a lust and desire she had never felt. Every time he thrust up, he seemed to hit a place inside of her wanton canal that massaged her very soul. Unlike the orgasms she had given herself, this was a feeling from deep down in the pit of her groin. It was like discovering a sexual place that she never knew existed until now. Scott's exploring manhood had awakened a whole new her, and for the first time in her life she felt completely like a woman.

Clenching her hands, she unconsciously dug her nails into his back.

"You have me, baby...OH GOD... your co..co..cock feels so good, you're so big, so hard... take me, fuck me... fuck me, fuck me... "She cried over and over, her voice warbling with the speed of his pounding hips. As their mutual thrusting increased in pace, their combined juices made a squelching sound and added to the slap of their skin as their sex came together in a rhythmic beat.

Scott was working hard now, sweat rolling down his brow. Lost in the feelings, he began to thrust his hips rapidly for all he was worth. The chair was bouncing off the wall and the wood slates groaned in complaint at the same time that Linda moaned in ecstasy from the pounding they were both receiving. As she felt her climax approach, Linda swung her legs around his lower back, trying to pull him even deeper with her heels pulling him inward. Perspiration formed between her breasts, and Scott's sweat mingled with hers as it continued to roll down his forehead and drip from his nose.

"Linda, oh baby, Linda!" Scott exclaimed out loud, "Oh yes...take it... Uh..unh...arrrg...

He couldn't take it anymore and his hips began to convulse uncontrollably as his cock swelled and his balls retracted and he began to ejaculate for the second time within the last hour. Slamming himself forward he thrust his cock as deep as it would go and began to dump his seed deep into Linda's wet and inviting vagina.

She cried out loud, "Yessss... Give it to me baby, give it to me Scott...take me, I am yours, OH, OH...I love you, baby... I love you...!"

She felt his shaft stretch her even more and then she felt it spasm and begin filling her up with his hot sperm. Warmth spread up inside of every crevice she ever imagined she had, and as spurt after spurt hit her deep in the bowels of her womb she felt her own climax hit her, and she moaned even louder.

"OH, OH, OHHHHH...AHHHHHHH!"

Scratching his back even more, she thrashed and thrust under him, her hair flying as she threw her head back in forth in ecstasy. Loudly they moistly slapped together their groins and ground into each other nearly to the point of pain. Continuing to grind their hips and give each other little thrusts, they rode out their simultaneous orgasms. As they began to come down from their sexual ecstasy, their breathing now seemed to be overly loud in comparison to the relative quiet that had descended after their moans and screams of passion.

As the silence stretched, both Scott and Linda looked at each other as they remained coupled at the hip. As the bliss subsided, the inevitable worry of youth crept back in as they realized what they had just done. They had sex. They had real intercourse. They were lovers.

Scott was ecstatic. He felt like he was king of the world, and nothing could stand in his way. However, something was coming back to him. She had said she loved him. Did she mean that? Did he want that? He thought he did, but he wondered if it was just the sex talking or what?

Linda was fully satiated for the first time in her short life. A certain pent up energy that she never realized was there was now satisfied. Like an itch she did not even know existed had finally been scratched. If sex was like that every time, she never wanted it to not be a part of her life. However, she realized that in her ecstasy she had blurted out her love for Scott in a most verbal way. She had no doubt that what she said was true, but she was not sure how he would take it. Did he feel the same? At this moment she wanted him to be with her forever. And that brought her to another dilemma. She had thought she would save herself for marriage, and yet here she was, spread out under a man with his stiff member still in her, and not once had marriage been mentioned. She wasn't sure how to take that thought.

As they saw the worry in each other's eyes, they shyly looked away and slowly pulled apart. His penis was finally starting to soften and it glistened with their combined juices as he leaned back on his scratched and sore knees. Sperm leaked from her vagina as her stretched pussy lips tried to reform to their formerly tight seal. What they both realized as the smell of sex hung heavy in the air, like their confused thoughts, was that they were both changed.

Linda finally spoke. "Are you okay"

Clearing his throat, he half-heartedly joked, "Well, my knees are killing me." He knew that was not what she meant but was unsure of how to respond.

She looked at him and he could see her blue eyes begin to fill with tears. Dropping all pretense of joviality, he instinctively stood up and pulled her up to him in a startling strong embrace. Turning he sat them both back down on the chair with her in his lap again. "Whoa, there Linda. Why the tears, baby?" Feeling a stab of panic, he added, "Are you regretting what happened?" Oh Lord, please do not let me have hurt her, he thought.

Shaking her head against his chest as he stroked her hair, she responded haltingly as she rubbed the unshed tears from her eyes, "No, no, it is not that, Love. I have absolutely no regrets, it is just that everything has been so intense, and I cannot believe how good it all felt and not just the sex part. I am so happy and so scared at the same time..." She searched for the words as her fingers played with his sparse chest hairs. Sniffing a little, she finally went on. "I have always liked you Scott, and we have been friends for ever. But these last few days have been extraordinary and my feelings for you have grown... I know I said it earlier in the heat of passion, but I want you to know... uh...I... I really do love you," she finished quickly. There, she had said it and it was out there. However he takes it, it will be fine she told herself. We can still be friends and it can still go back to how it was before, she tried to convince herself. But she knew it was a lie. At this moment right now she felt her life and happiness and their future relationship whatever it would be depended upon his next response. Lord, what will he say, she worried?

Scott's heart locked up, and it physically felt to him like a giant hand was gripping it tightly in its fist. Taking a deep breath, Scott thought before he responded...

When Scott turned 12 years old, there was nothing more he wanted than a new bicycle. For some people, that might not seem like much, but for Scott it was a treasure that he had only dreamed about in his short lifetime. You see, there were many circumstances that conspired to make such a present seem unattainable. For one, his family was not particularly wealthy and a bicycle purely for a 12 year olds enjoyment was an extravagance that his parents would not likely see as necessary or even feasible. In addition to that, he was the youngest of five children, and hand-me-downs were the normal mode of obtaining anything of material worth, which usually meant it was completely worn out. His older brother had an old 10-speed bicycle with the fancy "rams horns" handle bars that he would probably inherit soon, although the seat was worn and a few spokes were missing. His parents would likely not see a need to spend money on his dream of something a little more new or different, like the trail bikes that were just beginning to come into style.

When his birthday arrived, Scott anxiously awoke and joined his family that day for his birthday celebration. The few meager presents on the table were nice to see, but there was no sign of anything approaching the new bicycle he so sorely desired. Dejectedly, he opened his presents and tried his best to be thankful and happy for the gifts he had received from his loving family. The thing about wanting something so bad and not getting it is the misery one feels from the anticlimactic let down. The sorrow is indescribable, and nearly impossible to overcome especially for a 12 year old boy with such high hopes.

Trying on a new pair of shoes that his Mom had given him, Scott had walked around the house per instructions from his parents to check the fit. Moping as only a broken-hearted 12 year old can, he trudged around the house pretending to admire his gift. Keeping his head down, Scott was close to tears and trying hard to find the strength to face his family with at least a little joy in his heart, until suddenly his sister May grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him to face the new bicycle that his Father had snuck in to the house while he dragged his sorrowful self around in agony trying to be strong. The joy and surprise was overwhelming. The deep dark despair that had been threatening to envelope him was lifted and the sun lit his entire being. It was the singular, most memorable and joyful time he had ever had in his life...until now, when Linda confessed her love to him after they had intercourse for the first time.

Scott had a difficult time breathing as his breath came in short quiet gasps. He felt euphoric and even a little light headed. Warmth enveloped him, and he wrapped his arms tight around her as she lay on his lap.

"I never realized that love could feel like this, Lin, if indeed this is love and not just lust. I can't believe this is happening. Thank you for this gift, of yourself and of your feelings for me. I love you too, with all my being." He bent his head forward and kissed her wavy blond hair, smelling her lavender shampoo and even a bit of his sperm that had lodged in her tendrils. Maybe he should have been a little taken aback, but to him that just seemed like a part of her now. He was a part of her. She was a part of him. The thought made him shiver.

Her heart soared. The weight that had been heavy on her soul lifted as she heard him profess his love for her. Leaning back a little and looking up, she wiped at her sky blue eyes again and smiled. Grabbing him by the head and curling her fingers in his reddish blond locks, she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply. Though it still held passion, her actions were driven by something even deeper now. Call it love, call it a connection on a spiritual level, call it whatever you want she thought, just never let it end. He reciprocated tenderly and he too felt a deeper meaning to this kiss and everything else related to her. They had just had sex for the first time in their life, and the lust of youth was certainly still upon him, but having somebody special to share these intimacies with made their sexual explorations something more than just a need to fulfill each other's curious desires.

Minutes turned into hours as Scott and Linda just lay in each other's arms and petted and kissed one another as they talked about all their personal feelings and ideas. Oddly enough, it came to Scott that he really didn't know Linda as well as he thought. That she wanted to be a painter and was planning on going to college in California was completely new to him. Her religious beliefs were more strict than his own, and she worried about where they, as a couple, fit in what those beliefs were and what that might mean for what they should do in the future. Likewise, Linda found out new things about Scott, like the fact that he was a marvelous singer, and played guitar in the barn by on many lonely nights. He wanted to play in a band and had always dreamed of writing songs for a living.

Almost without realizing it, he found himself on top of Linda again who had laid down on the old fort floor with just their abandoned clothes for a mattress. Propping himself up with his elbows, he kissed her on the lips and neck, making a trail of wet kisses to her nipples that were stiffening even as she rubbed and petted him around his neck and shoulders. Rubbing her hands up and down his back, she whimpered and moaned encouragement for his ministrations to continue.

She lifted and spread her legs wrapping them around his waist in wanton desire, as Scott dipped his hips and drove his rejuvenated member once again into her moist canal. Unlike the first time, his probing shaft found the entrance with ease and seemed to sink in as if it were the most natural action on earth. Maybe it was Scott thought. Having already spent his seed twice today, his carnal lust was not the rampaging beast it was earlier. He began to really try and feel what he was doing, while he watched her respond beneath him. Thrusting slowly with long deep strokes, he let his cock explore her newly accessible vagina. He stared into her eyes with love, desire, and compassion even as she returned his gaze with similar ardor. As he plumbed her depths, her eyes would involuntarily roll upwards as his shaft would bury itself in her ever-moistening loins as it hit that magic spot she had just recently discovered.

Experimenting, Scott leaned up and grabbed her legs by the back of the knees and pushed forward to curl her in a tighter ball. This new angle allowed him to reach areas of her wet passion that he had not yet delved. She moaned her appreciation and planted her palms on the floor to try and keep from sliding while he began to increase his thrusts.

"Oh, Oh... do it lover... Oh yes, Oh my God...yes, baby... Fuck...yes, yes..." she muttered over and over.

Loving the feel of her womanhood from this position, he dug in his feet and threw her legs even farther back as he hooked his arms under her knees and leaned forward till Linda was nearly bent in half and he had his hands planted on the floor by her shoulders. Lewdly, her entirely beautiful rear was exposed for him to really hammer her depths with his swollen and leaking cock. Their juices were flowing copiously and the wet sounds they made as they rutted were only drowned out by their heavy breathing, grunting, and moaning of desire.

"Oh, Oh, OOHH, Ahhhhh.God...take me, love...take meee..." Linda cried.

"Ah, Uh, UHH... Awwwweee...Gawwd, Linda, oh God!" Scott gasped.

Shortening up his thrusts, he began to rapidly move his stiff member in and out of her over-heated pussy. As his orgasm began to take control, she grabbed him by the ears and pulled him down into a deep kiss. Moving her lips apart she thrust her tongue in his mouth and sparred with his tongue as she returned his pelvic thrusts the best she could with ones of her own. Sweat, spit, and juice passed between them as they both abandoned themselves to their mutual orgasms. Scott's hardened shaft swelled, and for the third time today he spilled his seed. Spasm after spasm overtook him and he uncontrollably convulsed as he tried to maintain his hips on Linda's bent torso. Her scream of ecstasy was muffled by his mouth on hers, and her sex overflowed with orgasmic nectar as she reached her own climax. Her hands remained clenched in his hair and around his ears as she painfully pulled on him riding out her body's uncontrollable reaction to the release of her sexual being.

Finally, he released his arms and let her legs return to normal as he rolled over and collapsed beside his new found love.

"Man that was intense. I just can't seem to get enough of you, honey." Scott exhaled as he tried to catch his breath.

Rolling on her side, Linda draped her arm over his sweaty chest and snuggled close. She could feel the dampness of his shirt pressing against her hip underneath her where their love juices had mingled during their torrid love making.

"Well, I am willing to let you try, Stud," she sighed as she felt him return her embrace by wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her even closer.

Spent, both Linda and Scott drifted slowly to sleep in the heat of the day. Their exhaustion was such that neither of them heard the creaking of the steps or the scrape of shoes upon the rough-sawn floor boards as May looked upon them from just beyond the door.

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Earlier that day, May had spent her free time lounging in the hammock at home and reading her latest book. Oddly she didn't recall when she had picked it up at the library, and it was not even a book she would normally read, but she could not keep from going over the erotic content again and again. As the day wore on, something made her decide to go for a walk down to the river and take a quick dip to cool off and enjoy the summer heat. Swinging out of the hammock, she marked her spot with her cherished feather book marker, and hit the stop button on the cassette player silencing Stevie Nicks and her complaints about jilted love and breaking "The Chain."

Poking her glasses up her nose, she headed into the house and grabbed a beach blanket and some sunscreen. Yelling a brief "Heading to the river" over her shoulder at her parents, she set a quick pace through the nearby wooded trail that headed directly to a small secluded canyon cut by the north fork of the nearby Flathead River.
Humming the Fleetwood Mac song that was still stuck in her head, May enjoyed the glorious blue sky and summer day that the valley was currently experiencing. Living in the Rocky Mountains in a valley not far from the Canadian Border often resulted in difficult weather and conditions that could wear on the hardiest of souls. But days like this, she thought, made it all worthwhile. The earth in its flourishing nature virtually embraced you with its fresh smell and vibrant green colors. Wild life in all its forms was never far from the eye, like the deer that would spook as you surprised them from their afternoon nap amongst the bear-grass clearings, or the chipmunk that would scramble up the tree and scold you from the branches as you strolled along amongst the butterflies and bumble bees that fluttered and buzzed around the wild flowers along the trail. She never wanted to live anywhere else, regardless of the harsh winters and short summers.

As she made her way along the wooded trail, she recalled how she woke up this morning. She found her covers bunched around her thighs, and her bed sheets had been moist with what she thought must be sweat. She vividly recalled the lucid dream she had the night before of a giant penis that had coated her with its semen and brought her to a mind blowing orgasm at the same time. If she didn't believe it was impossible, she would have sworn that the sticky wetness that was on her bed and smeared upon her body was that very same fluid. It even smelled like sex and she could not shake the feeling of somebody or something actually using her like some puppeteer. Shaking her head, she tried to just forget about it and enjoy the sunshiny day.

Reaching the canyon, she carefully navigated the nearly hidden narrow and windy trail that made its way down to the river. Reaching the bottom, she made her way to her favorite sunbathing rock near the tail end of the canyon. The trek was not an easy one with a blanket, sunscreen and her ever present book being held in one arm while jumping like a mountain goat from protruding rocks along the water worn and shale strewn river bank. Finally, she made it to a flat out cropping that overlooked a deep green pool of still water running through the canyon. The crystal clear water beckoned to her overheated and now sweaty body tempting her to just dive in immediately. Briefly looking around to see if anyone was about while laying out her blanket, she quickly stripped bare. For some reason, her senses told her she was being watched, although she had always felt safe here during all her other visits. Ignoring her over sensitive feelings, she set her glasses aside carefully, and then stepped to the edge of the outcropping that rose a few feet above the glacier fed waters. Bracing herself she dove gracefully into the frigid water. Going deep, she dolphined her way back to the surface and let out a gasping breath from the shock of the instant temperature change. Hurriedly she stroked her arms for the shore and clambered out immediately.

Her skin had pebbled and her drenched red hair looked dark and tight against her freckled white skin. Her breasts swung freely and her nipples were puckered hard as diamond as she made her way back to the blanket. Sluicing the excess water off her skin and wringing her hair with her hands, she let the hot sun and light breeze wash over her naked body and take away the chill as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back to soak it all in. Standing there near the water, she resembled a Mermaid of old with her breasts thrust out proudly and her chin pointed to the sky like a Siren tempting sailors to her rocky shores.

Soon, her skin had dried enough to remind her that the sun would torture her mercilessly if she did not get some lotion on her freckled and fair skinned body. Grabbing the lotion, she lathered her front generously, paying particular attention to her more private parts that were not used to such exposure as the rest of her womanly curves. Awkwardly bending her arms the best she could, she smeared her lower back and shoulders. Finally satisfied, she carefully laid on her back on the rock, grabbed her book and opened it to her feather marker and resumed reading the classic Victorian erotic novel she had found in the library.

Supposedly it had been written in the late 1800's according to the preface, though no one knew for sure since the author was anonymous. The writer explored nearly every taboo of sex there was, and seemed to be fixated solely on the physical pleasure of sex for the sake of sexual gratification alone, regardless of how it was achieved. Sometimes it seemed ridiculous in its premise, but that did not take away from the occasional erotic and steamy scenes that the author would paint in a very graphic nature. Overall, May loved it. This fact nagged her a little, because she could never remember having been into this kind of literature before, so why now, she thought?

Currently, she was reading a passage that involved an ancient stone idol made of granite worn smooth as glass over time. The idol was a simple monolith in the shape of a phallic symbol. Around the base of the penis shaped idol were four smaller phalli that protruded from the perimeter at about waist height and were positioned at the four points of a compass. The author claimed the local tribe worshipped the idol and used it to perform fertility rights to bless their people and their local crops.

The particular scene she was on described how the festival at the end would culminate with four virgin women from the village impaling their womanhood upon the worn smooth phalli in orgasmic delight, while all the virgin men would masturbate in a circle around them and spill their unspoiled seed upon the earth to please the Gods and insure a bountiful crop.

Thinking about such carnal acts, she began to squirm upon her blanket as she imagined a group of men pulling on their penises as young women were bent over in front of them lewdly backing themselves upon smooth granite dildos. In her mind's eye, she voyeuristically watched the scene from afar, as the firelight reflected off the smooth granite surface and played against the young maidens faces as they humped against its protruding "cocks." The young men grasped their real life cocks and stroked them vigorously in rhythm with the women as sweat dribbled down their foreheads and along their bare muscular chests. The vividness of the image was as vivid as her dream from last night.

Putting her hand to her crotch, she fantasized and joined in the festival, paying homage in her own fashion to the Male God of fertility that thrust his mighty member from the earth before her. Dipping her middle finger into her wetness, she curled it and rubbed that magic spot just up and inside her moist slit. Grinding her palm into her clitoris, she began to work herself into a sexual frenzy. Wanting to join the maidens in their own sexual throes, she lifted her palm and began to ease a second and third finger inside her ever moistening vagina. Trying to simulate a penis, she thrust her fingers in and out of her tight wet opening.

Above her, set back from the canyon wall a short distance stood the older grizzled stranger with his green knapsack setting at his feet. He had set his camp here last night, and had been biding his time till his next task would inevitably be thrust upon him. Looking down, he gazed upon May pleasuring herself with increasing sexual abandon. To his trained eye, he could see that she was already beginning to transform. The Gods or God, he really did not know for sure, had touched her and she was becoming a tool for their needs, even as he also was a tool in this grand game. Though he had no task pressed upon him, he still had sexual pleasures he enjoyed. Dropping his pants completely, he let his burgeoning member point obscenely out in front of him. Spitting on his hand, he lubed his shaft with a practiced motion. Teasingly he stroked his large member as he continued to gaze on the beauty below.

Dropping her book to her side, May fantasized about the carnal, tribal scene in the book. The maidens were grasping their own pendulous breasts as they bucked back and forth on the phallic idol keeping time with tribal drums in the background, their juices mingling with their virginal blood and seeping down the idol as if to nurture the earth with their fluids. Their faces were etched in ecstasy as they danced on the granite dildos in the firelight. The young men were bent far over backwards with their strong and virile cocks pointing straight up into the air. Their hands pistoned up and down their slick shafts and they fondled their sacks to coax out their unsoiled seed in an effort to sacrifice it to the fertility god before them.

She dropped her other hand down to her seething sex and began rubbing her clit as she continued to thrust three fingers in and out in an ever increasing tempo. Her arms squeezed her breasts together and they were thrust to the sky like two great melons for the gods to feast upon.

The stranger watched her from a far and began to get caught up in the moment himself. He had experienced countless acts of sexuality, and this was nothing new to him, but surprisingly he found himself turned on in a way that he had not felt since his so long ago youth when such things were fresh and new to him. Inexplicably he was drawn into the girl's fantasy and sexual excitement below, much like he had drawn her into his in her dreams from the night before. Once again, this was new and strange to him. Change was coming, and right now he was as uncertain of its outcome as he had ever been in his travels. Unable to resist the Siren call of lust below him, he abandoned his thoughts to the lust that drove his hand hard and fast up and down his shaft. His vision swam before him, and he saw the carnal tribal scene even as it was driving May's frantic sexual release.

Her orgasm hit her with the suddenness of a slap, and she moaned loudly as she convulsed and squeezed her legs together, pinching her fingers in her vagina with a vise-like grip. Tiny tremors rippled through her torso and she swayed her hips from side to side as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that continued to assail her. Slowly, her climax subsided, and she finally relaxed her grip and let her hands travel back up her body to her breasts where she gently massaged and caressed her nipples rubbing her own sex into her skin, a habit she had formed ever since she first learned the joys of masturbation.

The stranger rapidly jacked his overly large penis with complete abandon and grunting quietly, he spewed his copious seed upon the ground at the top of the canyon wall. His knees buckling a little, he nearly missed sensing the earth tremble beneath him. So slight that it probably would go unnoticed by anyone but himself and his heightened senses. A new task was impressed upon his mind, and he now suspected the meaning of why he was pulled into the girl's fantasy below. Pulling up his drawers, he tucked his dangling pole back in his trousers and cinched up his fly. Grabbing his ever available army-green canvas knapsack, he quickly headed to his next destination.

"Whew," she thought," I guess I needed that. Though not a virgin, May had only had intercourse once in her young life, and the event was not only non-inspiring, it was bad enough that she had never been excited about having to explore it again anytime soon. Being pressured to have sex in the cab of a pickup truck at the local Drive-Inn by an inexperienced senior from high school wasn't the most romantic setting May had ever dreamed or read about. The fact was that Bobby (her Prom date and very short time boyfriend) had barely penetrated her before spilling his sperm in her and on her thighs from his excitement of getting laid for the first time himself. That there had not been any fulfillment for her sexual needs he was blissfully unaware of or just didn't care. He had simply rolled off of her and tucked his member back in his pants, mumbled something about "Thanks for that, sweetheart" and began watching the movie while eating on the popcorn. She was left to clean up after herself the best she could, and feeling rather embarrassed about letting him talk her into giving her virginity to a thoughtless pig. Needless to say, she was not inspired to try sex again, at least not under any such similar circumstances. Unfortunately in this town, there were not much better opportunities available at this stage of her life.

Stretching back out, May relaxed and bathed in the sun while she slipped in and out of napping. Finally, the heat was enough for her to brave the chilly river for one last dip that also allowed her to clean off. Drying off hurriedly with the blanket, she got dressed and began the long trek back up the canyon wall. Reaching the top, she decided to head toward the bridge with thoughts of visiting her friend Jules before heading home. Walking along the trail, she could not help but wonder about how things had seemed to change for her since the bizarre dream of the night before. Her sexual craving was going crazy, and she could not help but continue to imagine the story she had just envisioned and how it had also seemed to have an almost tangible quality to it. Trying to shake her sexual urges, she continued walking lost in thought. The back trail along the river wound around by the old park and fort, and as she looked over, she saw the family three-wheeler setting near a tree by the set of stairs that ran into the labyrinthine landings surrounding the area.

Figuring Scott must be hanging with his buddies like in the old days, she headed over to see what they were doing. Curiously, she noticed that there were no other bicycles or motorcycles around that would indicate the presence of more people. Unconsciously she set her bundled blanket down as she began to sneak closer to the complex. May had always had a thing about spying on people. She got a thrill out of hearing or seeing something that she was most likely not supposed to be a part. Maybe it was because she read so much and that reading a good story was like being a voyeur as you "watched" the lives of adventurous characters as they unfolded before you. Regardless, something in her urged her to be ever so quiet as she approached the stairs leading to the first landing.

As she made her way stealthily along the weathered rough sawn boards, she heard voices from the large central fort high up in the center. She couldn't seem to make sense of them, and peering intently she was only able to make out shadowed movements through the slatted walls. Staying light on her feet, she padded quickly up the stairs to try and hear better what was going on or to see more clearly. A loud moan finally alerted her to the reality of the situation. Her little brother was having sex with his new girlfriend! May grinned and blushed at the thought of her brother doing the naughty act only a few feet away from her now. She had spied on him more than once as they grew up together. Like Linda's family across the field, their house was an old small shack that had been built during the 50's when they had built the dam up river. All four siblings shared a room with the two boys in bunk beds on one side, and the two girls on bunk beds on the other side. Her older brother and sister had moved out the year before so now it was just the two of them. There had been more than one night that May had seen one or the other brother stroking himself under the covers late at night as they thought she was asleep. She had never really gotten a solid look at their penises though. Guiltily she considered turning around and letting him have his privacy during such an intimate act but her voyeuristic tendencies and her new found sex drive took control, and she was dying to know who was with him.

Before she knew it, she was close enough to stand on the stairs outside the central platform and look through the bottom of the wall where there were gaps in the wooded slats. Her eyes opened wide as she beheld her brother from behind as he humped frantically into the woman below him. His thigh and calf muscles were stretched and taught as he planked himself off the floor of the room. His buttocks would flex as he drove his penis over and over into the fully exposed bottom of the girl under him. Lewdly Scott's scrotum slapped her ass as she watched him bang into the girl he had folded in half. Their moans increased and his thrusts became sporadic as they seemed to both hit their climactic peak at the same time.

From the angle she was in, May had been unable to make out who the lucky girl was that had been so thoroughly pummeled by her surprisingly sexy brother. As he rolled off to his side, she finally saw that it was Linda! Thinking about it, it was probably not such a surprise as they were always good friends and neighbors, but they had always dated other people or never seemed to be anything more than friends as they had grown up.

As she watched them cuddle and then fall asleep, May thought about what she had just seen and how it made her feel. Judging by her moistness in her loins and her shallow breathing, she knew she felt horny. But mostly she felt happy for her brother Scott. She had always thought the world of him and wished him the greatest happiness. In her mind, he was the epitome of a gentleman. In the books she read, often times it was him she pictured as the chivalrous knight or the valiant cowboy that tried to make the world a better place and rescued the damsels in distress. A little part of her wanted her own knight to sweep her off her feet and make her his in every way possible.

For the longest time, she just stared and watched Scott and Linda as they held each other and slept. They looked so natural, naked and peaceful. She longed to have something like that herself, and felt a small pang of jealousy race through her. She also felt her sexual desire begin to rise. She wanted that phallus in the book, or the giant penis from her dreams to fill her molten and needy loins. Whatever trauma she may have felt from her first sexual encounter was gone. She now lusted for a stiff penis to fill her over heated hole. Her glasses nearly falling off her nose, she pushed them up and quietly went back down the stairs and into the woods. She picked up her bunched up blanket and sunscreen and slowly made her way back toward her house, no longer feeling like checking up on Jules across the river after what she had just seen. Something inside her was growing and changing. She was gripped by a need and urges to fill a void she never knew she had like never before. Without thought she veered from the trail and wondered ever deeper into the woods, not knowing where her wanton desires were leading her.

The river gurgled and whispered along the river rock banks as it continued its endless journey to the sea. The evening was fast approaching as Jules sat upon the bank and just enjoyed the evening sun sparkle off the clear rippling water. She loved this time of year and made sure to spend every moment she could spare near the water to enjoy its pleasures. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a long braid that stretched down her back and nearly to the ground. She was wearing a red half shirt with a pair of faded cut-off jeans as she milked the last of the sun's rays as it set behind her over the distant valley.

Sighing, she picked up her red Playmate cooler of empty beer bottles and headed for her parents' house nearby. Jules Gladeau was a strikingly large statuesque woman that one could not help but notice in any setting. Besides being nearly six feet tall with hair down to her waist, she also was endowed with a figure that reminded you of a Michael Angelo painting. Full bodied with largely defined muscle tone. Her Native American and Italian heritage gave her a complexion gifted by the Gods. Dark and ruddy, she appeared tan year around, even during the many months of winter. Her dimpled chin and high cheek bones gave her a slightly exotic look, and her playful brown eyes always looked ready for any dare or adventure.
Picking her way along the shore while swinging her cooler out for balance she thought about what she should do this weekend. Unlike many of the families nearby, she was an only child. She had an older brother but unfortunately he had died in a car accident. Her Mother had succumbed to her grief and took her own life five years ago. She missed her Mother sorely and thinking of her brother still tore at her heart as they had been close their whole life and his death had left a void within her that would never completely heal. Her father traveled for work as a consultant for the military. Consequently, Jules had raised herself the last few years she had lived at home. Even now as she was back for the summer from College; her Dad was overseas working on some obscure project in Germany. She certainly enjoyed her freedom, but staying at the old house alone with just the cats for company got boring and lonely extremely quick.

Thinking she would give her friend, May, a call, she hurried her steps as she cleared the river bank and reached the long gravel driveway that led to the house. Dusk was settling fast, as was common in the mountains, and the shadows of night were already beginning to stretch across the road. A little distracted by thoughts of what to do with her time for the weekend, Jules was completely startled by the man who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Stopping abruptly, she gripped her playmate cooler tightly in her right hand and tried to appear calm as she faced him.

The stranger had watched her for some time now even as she had sat along the bank of the river and just whiled away her time drinking beer. A magnificent creature, he thought. In another age, he had once had the pleasure of intimacy with a Nordic shield maiden. Though their features were dissimilar, the aura and the way that each of them held themselves was the same. Eyeing the cooler in her hand, the stranger had no doubt what this woman's flight or fight instinct was in times of fear. Her stance said she was ready to clobber her way through who ever tried to get in her way. He immediately liked her and hoped that they were on the same side of this battle. Having thought it, he trusted his own instincts. There was a battle coming, and how it was going to be fought and what the outcome would be was yet to be determined. His heart raced at the coming events, as mysterious to him as they were no doubt going to be for the modern day shield maiden in front of him.

Setting down his duffel bag, he spread his hands disarmingly.

"Forgive me, kind lady, I did not mean to startle you." Trying on his most winning smile, he carefully nudged her thoughts to calm her down. Not too much, he thought. Don't try to break her, just a caress on her mind. An idea that she would think was her own. No need for fear here. I am just a harmless man looking for your...father, yes, he thought as he sifted her memories...your father that is away on business leaving you as the lady in charge of the house. Perfect.

"I was just looking for an old friend of mine, Frank Gladeau? The roads around here are not marked so well, and the address he gave me led me as far as this house, but I am frankly a little lost." Trying to look harmless, he sat upon his duffle bag as if a little exhausted. Pulling her name from her own thoughts, he added, "I don't suppose you would be his daughter Jules that he spoke so highly of when we met in London? You're a spitting image of her if not."

Jules stared at him intently. As he had stepped from the shadows of the tree line next to the road, she would have sworn that nobody had been there only moments before. Looking him up and down, she saw an unshaven, middle-aged man, with short cropped dark hair that was peppered in gray. He was extremely broad in the shoulders, and had the look of a man that was fit from living and working in the outdoors. His attire was odd, and she could not place it at first. His pants were black and looked to be made of wool, and in place of a button and zipper, they were laced up the front. She had seen Civil War photos from her history classes, and it clicked that these were very similar. Hiding the fact that his jeans were out of style, was the fact that he wore a modern day flannel shirt, checkered red and black. A working shirt, she tended to associate it with the loggers in the area, though his seemed to be in better condition. For some reason, she thought of Paul Bunyan, the fabled story logger from stories she read growing up. The thought eased her mind a little in some strange way.

"You know my Dad? I don't remember him mentioning anyone coming out this summer." As he sat down on his old army duffle bag, he did not seem all that threatening, but Jules had learned to be cautious over the years since taking care of herself on her own. Though this had always been a sleepy little town, a year in college had also taught her that there were a lot of weird people in this world.

"Well now... he probably wouldn't have since he didn't know I was coming," the stranger chuckled. "I did not plan to be out this way at all on my walk about, but when I saw the town on the map, I recalled your father saying to stop by if I was ever in the area, so here I am."

Standing back up, he carefully held out his hand, "Oh, by the way, my name is Benjamin Stark, but most people just call me Stark."

She looked at his proffered hand. She would rather not set the cooler down to shake it, but it seemed like not doing so would be rude and even a little silly. Hell, he knew her father and her names didn't he? Not losing all her wits, she transferred her only weapon to her left hand and leaned in for a quick but firm handshake.

"Well, pleased to meet you Stark. Sorry, I didn't greet you properly, but you kind of startled me there."

"Ah, no worries lass, I would have tried to call, but I did not have your number."

Fidgeting a little, Jules instincts told her to remain cautious. Something about his mannerisms seemed odd, but then again, if he was a foreigner, they would naturally be odd, wouldn't they? Both of them continued to stand there in a moment of awkward silence, before she finally gave into mannered traditions.

"Well, why don't you come to the house, and I can fix you some coffee or something."

The stranger, Stark, contained a sigh of relief. Being invited into the house was an important first step. It was always easier if he were invited. Having to be more forceful or use more control on her could alter events in a negative way. He didn't absolutely need her compliance, but it was easier if he received it. Oh, he would have forced her if necessary, but he really didn't like using that method. Subtle manipulations were best, and the key was to bring her to think that it was her own will that was in control. He laughed inwardly. Often times when he played with someone's mind it was their own will that did his bidding anyway, he thought ironically.

"Thank you, Ma'am," he replied, "I am not as young as I used to be, and I can honestly say, I am beat." Reaching down he grabbed his duffle bag and waited for her to lead the way. Subtlety he thought. You are in control Jules, everything is your choice he gently nudged her mind.

Feeling a little surer of her own self, Jules switched the cooler back to her right hand and smiled invitingly, motioning him to follow. There was no reason to be worried or rude, she thought. Even if he were to try anything at the house, he would be in for a pretty rude awakening. Around these parts guns were a way of life, and her father had a passion for them. Maybe it was his connections with the military or a compensation for leaving her alone these last few years, but regardless, their house was littered with weapons around every corner, tucked away for emergency use as if they were hiding from the mafia. Having been raised in such an environment, she never thought anything about it anymore. What might seem strange or excessive to some had been a way of life for her. Her father had taught her to defend herself, and Jules had been an avid student. She was confident that she could take care of things if they turned strange.

"So Stark, how did you end up here?" she asked curiously.

"Well, that is a long story actually," he smiled with a sigh. "You see, I like to go on hikes, or what the Aussies call a "walk about" during my summers. In fact that is how I first met Frank." Shifting the weight on his shoulders, he matched his stride to hers as they continued down the long driveway. Warming to his new role, he continued," I started out in Seattle and decided that I wanted to explore the Rocky's before the summer ended. I admit, I do cheat on occasion and jump on a plane to get from locale to locale, but for the most part I rely on my feet and the good hearted nature of much of this great country. You would be surprised how giving people are when you give them an honest day's work for a meal and a bed. Why just the other night I helped a young lady realize her dream without even knowing it, and was rewarded in kind."

"Oh, how so?" Jules asked.

Easy you fool, he chided himself. Don't try to get to cute. "Well, I like to think I have a gift. I can usually tell where a person's talent lies, even if they themselves can't see it." Thinking fast, he delved her mind some more, pulling up images of her past. Sifting quickly through them, he found what he needed. Looking at her, he openly studied her face as she returned his stare with open curiosity.

"I peg you as a warrior." Of this in fact he had no doubt, even as his first instincts told him so upon meeting her. "I say this, not because your talent is fighting, though I have no doubt you are more than capable." Uncharacteristically he was rushing a little, but staying to the truth was the best in this situation. Truth was always easier to sell than the shiniest of lies. "But you are tough, and are used to taking care of yourself. You know what you want from life, thus you most likely have a goal already in mind. I would guess you want to be a Doctor. You want to help others, but you want to have control in how you do it." There, he thought, that should be enough to sew the seed of wonder. He looked at her expectantly.

"Wow, your right about me wanting to be a Doctor." She expressed with a little shock, as she had only just changed her major in school. She had not even told her Dad yet. That he read the other characteristics so easy made her think he may know a little more than his appearance might suggest. How interesting, this strange man from nowhere showing up out of the blue, or shadow in this case. She liked interesting, even if it came with a bit of danger. "I suppose my Father told you that, though?" she dug a little for information.

He shrugged. "Well I met your father years ago, shortly after...the tragedy that befell your family." Briefly he patted her shoulder while giving her a strong nudge of comforting empathy to create a bonding moment. "I am sorry, by the way, I only heard through a common correspondent, and don't mean to bring up past hurts. My sympathies, my dear."

Jules hung her head a little. She had come to terms long ago with her brother's and Mother's death, but she still missed them dearly. His comforting words soothed her a little, even though she had just met him. It seemed odd how he seemed to grow on her so fast.

"It is okay, and thank you for the kind words," she replied politely. Finally they reached the end of the driveway to her family's home. Her father was rather well off, and their home reflected this in its size and construction. The driveway made an oval as it circled under a carport open on both ends where her blue Jeep Wrangler currently resided. Leading from the carport was a short covered walkway that led to the double oak doors for the entry into the house. The house itself was made in the old log home style, but on a much larger scale. Two stories tall, the house contained four bedrooms, three baths, a recreation room, and a full basement that her father spent all his time in when he was home. The first floor opened into a large open foyer, with stairways on each end of the room that ran up to the sleeping quarters running along a balustrade that looked down upon the open entryway. The foyer was dominated by the large brick fireplace that was currently dormant with summer in full swing. Toward the back was the kitchen and dining room.

She invited him in, and showed him to the bar area that separated the two rooms. "Drink," she asked? "We have beer, wine, or something stronger. If you prefer I can make up some coffee or I may even have some tea somewhere around here."

"Whatever you're having will be fine, I don't want to be any trouble." He said politely. "May I put my bag down for a bit and just sit; I could use a little rest if it is okay with you?"

"Oh shit, I am sorry," she cussed. Blushing a little, she blurted a quick apology, "Sorry about the language, I tend to have a foul mouth. Just set your duffle bags anywhere, and if you like, kick yourself back in the living room and I will bring you something. You okay with alchohol?"

"Who isn't?" he quipped with a disarming smile. Setting his green army duffle bag against the wall, he settled himself into the plush leather sofa in the living room and lounged back with a sigh.

Laughing a little, she went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out the scotch. Not normally a scotch drinker herself, she made the choice that seemed to fit this Stark stranger as she saw him. Grabbing two small tumblers, she dropped some ice in and poured themselves both a drink straight up on the rocks. The ice tinkled as she handed him his drink and she joined him in the living room, sitting across from him in the matching love seat.

For a moment, neither of them said a word as they sipped their drinks and eyed each other openly.

"So, where is Frank? I would sure like to see him before I set out on my trek again." He finally said to break the silence.

Figuring he already knew enough about her Dad's job activities, Jules told him the truth. "He is out of town right now on another assignment. He wasn't sure how long he would be, but he tries to call every night, so if you like you can stick around and talk with him." This was where she figured the real truth would come out. If he was really a friend, he would not mind being here for such a call, and she could rest easy with letting him visit for a while. Watching him for a reaction, she waited.

He had figured by what he had delved so far that her Father was away. Delving a person's mind was a tricky business. Some minds are easier than others, softer, and more malleable but her mind was neither of these. He could almost feel her subconscious deflections and even counter probes as he sifted through her thoughts. Things were becoming more interesting for him as he discovered yet another mind as challenging as the last. He became more excited. Excitement for him meant arousal. It was just the way it worked, and in truth was why he was probably used by whatever force it was that had given him this odd existence. His task became clearer and more difficult as he continued to figure it out. He needed her help, her trust, and her strength. But most of all, he needed her sexual being. It had been a long time since he had to woo a woman, but he understood without knowing why that this time she would have to give herself freely to him, and by so doing, she would be giving herself freely to the cause of his master. All of this passed in a fraction of second, a casual blink of an eye.

With a genuine smile, he replied, "That would be excellent! A little break before I hit the road again can do this old body good." Raising his glass, he added," and this don't hurt either," as he tipped it back and drained it.

Smiling with him, she tipped her own glass and downed it in turn. There wasn't a man she had met that could keep up with her drink for drink if she chose, and she felt something in his eyes had just challenged that notion. The one thing Jules never backed down from was a challenge. Setting her drink down on the coffee table, she went back into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Scotch and brought it out with her. Filling both glasses, she sat back down and clunked the bottle down between them and winked at him mischievously. Challenge accepted, she thought.

Stark's grey eyes laughed merrily at her. Oh yes, this was going to be fun, regardless of the final outcome, let the sparring begin.

Scott woke up a little later than usual the next morning and sat up in bed as he reached out his arms in a stretch and jaw-cracking silent yawn. Looking over, he saw that May's bunk was empty and looked the same as when he had gotten home last night. Odd, he thought. Remembering the night before, he smiled giddily. He and Linda had awakened after their nap to find it almost dark. Quickly they had dressed and Scott gave Linda a ride home on the red Honda three-wheeler on his way home. Playfully she had caressed his chest and groin as they drove, making him crazy with lust and he nearly pulled over to satisfy his desire yet again. After a long kissing and groping session, they had finally parted and he had hit the sack as soon as he got home. His parents had been up watching Saturday Night Live, and there had been no sign of May as he had a quick shower and went to bed satisfied and exhausted.

Putting on his robe, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the countertop as he looked around the house. Emptiness greeted him. Seeing the note on the fridge, he saw that his Mom and Dad had taken off early to go into town for groceries and supplies. There was no mention of May, and that kind of worried him. She normally didn't stay out all night and with no word whatsoever, he was thinking about where she could have been, unless she had somehow slipped in and out of the house while he slept.

Peeling and scarfing down the banana, he thought about whether he should call some of her friends to see if she was there. Before he could pick up the phone though, he heard a knock on the door, and turned to see Linda enter the house, looking flushed from a light workout. She wore a pair of tight pink sweats that stopped at her knees, keeping her slim calves exposed, with a pair of white Nike tennis shoes worn over her half-socks. Her upper half was covered in a loose fitting grey hoody, which appeared a couple sizes too big for her. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her exertions had let some strands escape and dangle in disarray which gave her a slightly wild appearance. Overall, she looked sexy as hell to Scott, and he smiled in welcome as she came through the door.

"Hey baby, I just couldn't wait to see you again, I hope you don't mind," she said as she came through the door and went straight into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on tip-toe and gave him a wet and inviting kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling him to him and responded in kind. Quickly his shaft hardened, and it poked her in the belly as they French kissed one another, exploring their lips and tongues in reckless abandon.

Breaking the kiss and leaning back, she looked at him with smoldering eyes.

"I saw your parents leaving this morning and thought I would take the chance that you might be home alone. Is May here, or anyone else?" She whispered. Reaching down through his robe she grasped him possessively through his boxers.

Gasping a little, Scott shook his head. "No, no one is here. I am not sure where May is, I don't think she came home last night...I was...going to...umm..look.." His voice trailed off as Linda began to pull on his turgid member. His thoughts were leaving him, and her hand manipulating his cock was all he could focus on at the moment.
Linda was in dire need of his penis. She had gone to bed the night before and had been assailed by erotic dreams all night. The ones she could remember had sometimes included him and at other times were just plain strange and even a little scary. She had one in particular that was so vivid she could almost swear it was real. It was something about an idol that thrust from the ground in a lewd phallic display. Somehow she had been sexually connected to it, and nearby she sensed others watching and participating with her as they climaxed in an orgy of sexuality and decadence. When she had gotten up this morning, her sheets were soaked from sweat and she could only guess what else. She had immediately gotten dressed and went for her morning run, but soon she found herself heading for where she knew her new lover would be and hoping that fate would lend a hand in fulfilling her desires. Seeing that fate was on her side, she was taking full advantage of the situation.

Moving quickly as her need took control; she knelt down and pulled Scott's briefs down to his ankles. His delectable shaft sprung back and dangled in front of her face. Wrapping her hand around the base, she put her mouth to the bulbous head and wrapped her wet and wanton lips around it. Laying her tongue underneath his sensitive head and sucking lightly, she began to slide her lips up and down, wetting his shaft with her salivating mouth.

"Oh shit, Linda...oh yes...yes... "Scott uttered as he reached down and grasped the side of her head with both hands. His hips began to thrust on their own, and his knees buckled slightly as he was overwhelmed by the feel of her wet ministrations upon his throbbing member. Leaning back his head, he unconsciously let one hand reach back and grasp her ponytail. Lustfully he began to direct her actions, as if he were masturbating himself with her face. The carnal desire to just use her lips and tongue for his desires was nearly overpowering. He wanted to slam his shaft down her throat like some animal, but just barely he was able to maintain control. Still, he was working up a harsh rhythm that made slurping and sucking sounds as her saliva ran from her abused mouth. Looking back down, he met her eyes and saw his own lust mirrored in hers.

Groaning audibly, he pulled his shiny wet shaft from her lips. Linda was actually straining against his hand holding her hair with the desire to suck on him some more.

"Arrg... Okay, Okay..." he gasped as he pulled away and brought her to her feet. With lust driving him on, he turned her around and bent her over, making her reach out to the nearby counter to keep from falling completely. He reached up and grabbed her sweats as he forcefully yanked them down along with her plain white panties. Pulling them as far as her knees, he reached down and firmly cupped her mound from behind. His hand became wet with her womanly desire and sweat from her morning workout. Her smell was strong, and the scent spurred his lust on to ever increasing heights. Running his middle finger up and down her engorged wet lips, he stopped to shove it in her forcefully, thrusting it in and out rapidly.

She thrust her hips back into him and grasped the counter tightly to keep from falling. Her sweats were bundled around her knees, keeping her from planting her feet as firmly as she wanted. In her mind's eye, the thought made her captive to his desires.

"Take me, baby...stick it in me and use me... fill me up, lover... do it, do it!"

Scott stepped out of his briefs which had fallen to his ankles and threw back his robe. Stepping forward, he brought his hands up to her hips and thrust himself upon her melting desire. Pulling her to him, he sunk his red hot member into her in one mighty thrust. Her wetness was such that he slid into her this time with little resistance. Pressing his hips against her heart shaped buttocks; he began to move in and out with small slow thrusts.

"OH, OH, yes, Scott, just like that, Oh, oh, uhhhh," she gasped. Every time he sunk his shaft into her, she responded with a grunt or moan. He picked up speed and lengthened his stroke. Dipping his knees a little he angled himself up and began to slap his hips into her thrust out behind in a staccato rhythm. Reaching up with one hand, he tried to grasp her shoulder and keep her in position for his desires. Missing he grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back.

"AHHH...fuck yes... Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes...YES!" she cried.

His excitement peaking, he thrust rapidly while pulling on her hair to just short of pain and pounded her from behind. She was shaking beneath him as her own orgasm started and from his hips mashing hers. He could see little ripples play across her ass cheeks as he thrust into her and as he looked down at the erotic scene, he lost it. Thrusting deeply as if to split her in two, Scott climaxed, and his sperm spurted into her over and over again filling her to the brim until it began to dribble out and run down his scrotum and down her abused thighs.

Little convulsions quaked through both of them as they slowly recovered. Breathing hard, he pulled his wet shaft from her, and stood back a little, watching her bent over form and red cheeks staring back at him. He was surprised at his own animalistic lust, but couldn't help admire how good she looked to him bent over for his, and her own, desire. Reaching over he went to her to help her stand up.

Slowly she raised herself as she was finally able to let go of the countertop, and reached down to pull up her sweats from her knees. Ignoring the sperm still leaking from her, she pulled her panties and sweats tight, capturing the fluid before it could escape completely. She wanted it in her. The smell of sex and the feel of his seed still in her made her feel like a wanton animal. The thought of that made her smile. She wanted to be whatever his heart desired. Whatever made him use her like that again and again. "Holy shit" she thought," I want him to fuck me again, now and forever."

Turning back into him, she smiled devilishly up at him. "You're getting good at that, lover." She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He looked down at her red flushed face and her wild hair that had become even more disarrayed with their animal like love making. "So are you, baby, that was incredible!" Returning her kiss he gave her a quick squeeze, then stepped back and wrapped his purple robe back around him, cinching it to his waist with the terry cloth belt. "You can attack me like that anytime you want." He added with a smile. Just don't let our parents catch us like that, or we will both be hauled off to the altar and be married before you know it!" Having meant it in jest, he wondered what it would actually be like. For no good reason, it made him nervous.

She just smiled back at him and gave him a wink. "Don't you wish!" Removing her hair band, she quickly readjusted her scattered hair and straightened herself out a little better. Grabbing a pear from the fruit bowl on the counter, she sat on a stool and crunched a bite while she looked at him impishly.

"Ok, what was this about May, you were saying?"

Crap, he thought, he had completely forgotten about that. "I don't think she came home last night, and I was thinking of looking for her. Have you seen or heard from her today?"

"Nope, I pretty much just had you on my mind." Wiping the pear juice off her chin with the back of her hand, she took another bite. Chewing rapidly she swallowed and added, "Have you made any calls?"

"Not yet. I will try Jules, if anyone knows where she is, it is most likely her." May and Jules had been friends most of their life, and even though they looked like opposites, they had always hung out with each other throughout all the years.

Grabbing the phone off the hook on the wall, Scott dialed Jules number by memory. As he walked over to the counter the tightly curled cord stretched to nearly its full length. Sitting down beside Linda, he placed his hand on her thigh and caressed it as he waited for someone to answer on the other side. Ringing six times, he heard the answering machine pick up. Jules recorded voice prompted him to leave a message. "Hey Jules, Scott here. I am looking for May. Call me back if you see her, or tell her to give me a call, okay?... Um..Thanks." he abruptly ended as he went and placed the phone back on its hook.

"No answer" he needlessly explained. "Hey, you want to go for a ride? I know a couple of her hideaways and we can swing around the Lake and maybe hit the Desert Mountain road and see if she is out there."

"You mean be with you more today, alone and in the woods?" Linda asked mischievously. "Yea, I think I could do that. Let me call my Dad and let him know. Why don't we make a couple sandwiches to take with us, make a day of it?"

"Sounds good. I need to leave my parents a note too."

Grabbing some fixings from the fridge, Scott made some quick sandwiches and threw some more fruit in a small cooler that would fit on the back of the three-wheeler. Writing a quick note, he ran into his room and quickly threw on some clothes. In the mountains you learned quickly that the weather could change in the blink of an eye, so he grabbed a light jacket for him and Linda just in case.

Coming out he was just in time to meet Linda who had used the time to avail herself of the restroom. "Ready," she announced as she emerged looking a little more fresh and less like she had just been bent over a counter and sexually abused. Smiling, she grabbed the cooler and headed outside to secure it to the rack on back of the Honda. Scott happily followed her carrying the jackets while he enjoyed watching her backside bounce in those tight pink sweats. He couldn't help but growl a little deep in his throat.

Shaking his head, he tied the jackets down with the cooler and hopped on while kicking the starter to the motorized tricycle. Linda climbed on the back and snuggled up close to him, pressing her breasts up tightly to his back as she wiggled herself close with her arms wrapped around his waist. Pushing back playfully, he hit the gear lever with his left foot, popped the clutch and throttled out of the yard and toward the river.

He knew that May liked to go to the small canyon not far away to swim and sunbath. They had shared the location on many occasions, and they had mostly kept it to themselves as a private little getaway. Trying not to worry, he made small talk with Linda as they meandered down the trail to the river. Coming across an intersection in the trail, he suddenly hit the brakes hard causing Linda to flatten against him in abrupt discomfort.

"Hey!" She blurted in surprise. Scott ignored her and jumped from the three-wheeler. He didn't know why, but something or someone was telling him to stop. Looking around, he slowly turned with his head cocked to the side, as if listening for a faint sound.

"Scott, I need you. Help" He froze solid, looking down the trail that entered into the heart of the mountainous forest.

Feeling something tugging on his sleeve, he looked down to see Linda looking up at him worriedly.

"Would you answer me? What the hell is wrong, for God's sake?" as she tugged and stomped her foot frustratingly trying to get his attention. It was like trying to pull a boulder.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what? What are you talking about?"

"She's in trouble, Linda. May is in trouble." With surprising speed, he turned around; grabbing her he picked her up by the waist and set her on the Honda with the ease of a mother lifting a child. Chirping a little from being startled, she gave him a hard look which turned to worry as she saw his bleak face. Whatever was happening, Scott was scared, and that in turn scared her. He climbed on with her and turned the handlebars, tearing up the ground as he sped deeper into the now brooding looking woods.

Stark was working on the last of the Scotch, as he watched Jules start a fire in the large red-bricked fire place. She was magnificent, he thought, as he watched her bend over while putting a light to the tinder already prepared. She was knowingly teasing him by keeping her legs nearly straight and pointing her derriere directly at him. Her bare legs went on forever up to her bubble shaped cheeks that stretched her cut-offs to their limits. Setting his drink down, he licked his lips and just admired the view.

They had talked their way through the evening and the time was getting late. There had been no phone call, and for that Stark was relieved. He was pretty sure he could have lied or manipulated his way through that, but it made things easier if he could recruit her first. They had discussed his travels and some of them were even close to the truth. She had talked about college life and her plans to be a Doctor and where she saw herself in the future. As they had drunk more, she continued to open up and let her guard down. Her easy laugh, and quirky sense of humor entertained him without end, and he found himself enthralled with her earthy, mountain nature. "What a jewel," he thought, recognizing the nature of her name as he thought it.

As she walked back to him, the fire was catching and its light flickered and cast her face into shadow. Her silhouette seemed to sway and bend invitingly with her womanly curves as she glided toward him. He no longer tried to quell his burgeoning desire. His laces stretched as his rod began to swell with need. She stopped in front of him, and he could see light sparkle from her eyes as she cast them toward his face, and then downward as she sensed the mood growing. He could just make out the parting of her shadowed lips, as she exhaled slowly.

The moment was frozen in time, with neither of them making the next move. Sensing that she was close, but still hesitant, Stark played for time and opportunity.

"Could I ask you a favor and borrow your shower before I have to leave? I never know when I will get the opportunity to actually feel hot water again on my travels."

Startled out of the spell she was in, Jules looked up at his smiling gray eyes. "Oh, where are my manners? Of course you can use the shower. Let me show you to the guest room. In fact, I insist you stay the night. Let me show you where everything is; come, follow me," she said waving her arm for him to follow her up the stairs. He stood up and followed, grabbing his back pack from the wall on his way up the stairs.

At the head of the stairs, she opened the door on the left and flicked on the light. "Here you go, this should do you good. The bed is already made up and you can put your things in here. The guest bathroom is the next door down," she said pointing to indicate its location. "There are towels and supplies in there if you need anything, just let me know." Standing next to him, she felt his nearly overwhelming masculinity as he stuck his head in the room to give a peek over her shoulder.

"Looks great!" he exclaimed. "Thank you. You are sure it is not a bother?" he asked trying to ease her mind a little. He amped up his sexual energy and let his pheromones escape like pollen from a flower. Humankind in this scientific age had lost touch with their natural state of being. The whole world as perceived in this reality was made up of energy. All matter was energy, and was the essence of life. Over the ages, Stark had learned to control his own and manipulate others or interact with them symbiotically. Some of it was the gifts bestowed upon him, but in truth, all humankind had these abilities to some extent. What he was doing now could not force her to do anything she didn't want to do. But it would open her own energy and sexual desires and heighten her senses. It was like adding heat to a thirst, she did not have to drink from him but she would want to slack that thirst soon to ease the desire.

Licking her lips, she eased past him to open the door to the bathroom and turn on the light. Checking to make sure there were clean towels available, she turned and gave him a halting smile.

"It looks like everything is here. I think... I might take a shower myself and get ready for bed. If you're hungry when you're through, just help yourself to the pantry downstairs. We have plenty of food available." She left him in the bedroom doorway and she could feel him staring at her as she went down the balustrade hallway to her own room two doors down. Easing the door open, she tried not to rush in awkwardly. She forced herself to remain calm and slowly close the door, intentionally leaving it slightly ajar.

Once inside and out of sight, she took a deep breath and clutched her chest tightly. Her heart was racing, and her skin felt on fire. Damn, she thought, when did he get so damn hot? She wanted to go back and jump him. Her sexual need was its own entity, and she knew she would have to do something about it soon. Unlike many of her friends here, Jules had had many lovers by this time in her life. She had lost her virginity years ago, and living alone more often than not had made for many easy opportunities to explore her sexual curiosity. Her only problem, as some would see it, was that she was great at sex but no so good at relationships. She wasn't so sure that the two had to be inseparable and so far that was how she wanted to live her life.

She stood there for a minute trying to compose herself the best she could. She contemplated jumping in the shower, but decided against it as she heard noise down the hallway as Stark moved his belongings around. Curiously, she padded lightly to the door and spied through the crack she had left just for this purpose. She could see both doors open down the hallway and his shadow dancing on the floor of the bedroom. Biting her lip a little, she waited for him to head for the shower. As he rounded the corner, she gasped audibly.

He had stripped bare and was completely nude as he headed toward the shower. His broad shoulders were rounded with sinewy muscles that ran down the length of his thick arms. His torso was cut and defined and narrowed to a thick waist. The hair on his chest was thick, black and curly and thinned as it made a trail down his defined abs and to his groin. Hanging heavily between his legs was his manhood. She had seen her fair share of penises, but nothing ever like this. It swung between his legs and it literally hit his upper thighs as he walked. His scrotum hung low and the whole area was covered with fine dark pubic hair. His legs were covered with a fine black body hair and as defined as the rest of him showing the signs of a man who hiked or lifted often. Briefly, he halted in the hallway and looked toward her room at the sound of her gasp. Smiling a little, he then continued into the bathroom.

Jules stepped back quickly as he looked her way. She was sure he had heard her gasp, and chided herself for being caught staring. She had surmised earlier that he must have been well endowed by the bulge in his pants, but her imagination had not done the reality of his girth justice. What would that feel like going into her? Could such a monster even fit? The thought scared her, but she could not help but want to try. She grinned to herself, after all it would be a challenge, and she always loved a challenge.

Carefully, she peeked back outside and could hear and see the steam as it rolled out the open door of the bathroom. He had deliberately left it open, and for her that could only mean one thing. He wanted her to see and most likely join him. She reflected on the idea, running through her mind the reasons why she probably should not do it, but in the end her desire combined with the challenge inherent in his forwardness made the decision for her. Stepping out her door she walked slowly to the bathroom and looked brazenly inside as she made no attempt to hide herself.
Stark stepped into the shower and turned the knobs to as hot as they would go without scolding himself. He knew that Jules had seen him, but was unsure if she would follow through. He began to lather himself all over, while he waited to see if she would make a move. His desire for her had grown, and he sorely wanted to be the aggressor and devour this jewel of a woman, but he knew that would not work with her. At least it would not this first time. It had to be her idea, her aggression, if he wanted to keep her trust. Looking through steam on the sliding glass doors that enclosed the shower and tub, he saw her misty figure through the glass. She boldly entered the room and began to remove her clothing.

All pretenses were over, and he knew he had her, at least for this night. Sliding back the door, he smiled at her, "Join me, my lovely?"

"Yes, I think I will," she said simply, grinning at him as she stepped out of her clothes and stood naked before him. Her statuesque frame struck an amazing figure. Her size and womanly curves tended to overshadow her athletic build. Her muscle tone was just short of chiseled, with a layer of softness covering her body to lend it a gentler look at first glance. Her breasts were just under a handful, and her dark pink nipples and areola pointed slightly up invitingly. Her hips flared out in a gentle curve that gave her buttocks a bubble like shape and tapered to her legs that stretched on forever. A close cropped dark bush pointed in a "v" toward her womanly charms. He had rarely seen such a beauty in all his years, and his lust surged.

Winking and smiling at him, she stepped into the shower. As she closed the door, she felt him grab her shoulders and pull her backwards into his muscled arms and torso. She could feel his manhood poking at her thighs and buttocks like a snake trying to find shelter from the sun. She leaned back into him and breathed deeply, enjoying his touch and his intoxicating smell.

Holding her around the waist with one arm, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and dribbled a soapy line across her breasts. Lines zigzagged across her dark pink nipples and dripped down her taut belly toward her warming loins. Setting the bottle aside, he moved his warm calloused hands up and began massaging her breasts and lathering the soapy mixture. Jules let her hands rest over his and mutually guided and enjoyed the stimulation from his exploring fingers.

Widening his pattern, Stark spread the lather down her belly and around her thighs. Reaching his hands around even more, he dipped them to her inner thighs and lightly brushed her lips. Bringing his hands back up, he grasped her soft soap covered breasts and briefly pinched her erect nipples, pulling and tweaking them a little. Listening to her soft moans and sensing her body's reactions to what brought her pleasure; he played his hands across her body, teasing her desires to greater heights.

Enjoying his hands on her and his steady teasing, Jules reciprocated by reaching behind her with one hand to grab his probing shaft. Steadying herself with her other hand on the top of the glass door curtain, she gripped his penis the best she could. His pole was thick and veiny, and her hand could not reach around its circumference. Exploring its length, she slid her hand loosely down its length till she came in contact with his groin. Sucking in her breath a little, she repeated the process a couple of times in disbelief. She was no expert on determining sizes, but he was bigger than any man she had ever been with. She didn't think there would be anyway she could fit this monster in her, but there was no way she wasn't going to try.

Breaking away from his grip, she turned and pushed him to the shower wall. The spray from the shower was hitting her back and as she looked up into his lust filled grey eyes, she used both hands to grab his mighty member. My God, she thought, he is getting bigger! Looking down she watched in amazement as he continued to swell while she used both her hands to slide up and down his shaft. His pole now felt like flesh covered steel, and was pointing directly at her belly as she pushed and pulled on its uncircumcised shaft.

Unable to help herself, she knelt down in front of him and pulled his skin back as she brought her lips to the head of his shaft. Hot water ran down her face as the spray hit the back of her still braided hair. Opening her mouth as far as she could, she stuffed the tip of his manhood in the best she could. Using her tongue, she rubbed and slobbered on him, sucking and pulling as she attempted to stimulate the head. For the first time he made a sound, as a sharp intake of breath caught in his chest. He spread his legs and braced his hands on the walls for balance as he thrust his hips out a little to allow her to do as she wished.

Enthralled, Jules continued to use one hand to jerk his shaft into her mouth as she sucked on its head. Letting her other hand slide down his length to his groin, she cupped and massaged his soft hairy pendulous balls. Reaching even farther between his legs, she rubbed the sensitive area directly below his anus. He moaned his pleasure.

Wanting more lubrication, she grabbed the conditioner bottle and squirted a large amount on his shaft and groin. Taking a breath from sucking on him, she used both hands to spread the conditioner all around. Getting a firm grip with both hands around his oversized shaft, she squeezed tightly and began stroking him hard and fast up and down.

Stark held on as she put him in a vice like grip and jerked on his cock. She seemed determined to bring him to orgasm, or at least stimulate him to the extreme. He admired and enjoyed her enthusiasm, though he knew he could last as long as he wanted and in this case he wanted it to go on for some time. Looking down and watching her, he gave her encouragement by moaning and thrusting only a little. He let his pheromones, his essence, spread from his pores permeating throughout the shower. Her breathing quickened and her grip tightened as she luxuriated in the mixture of steam, water, and sexual tension.

The water was beginning to turn tepid, and rather than continue in the deteriorating conditions he decided a move to more comfortable conditions was in order. Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, exploring her response with his tongue. She initially looked a little peeved, as if being pulled away from a game before she was ready, and she continued to grasp his manhood even as she parted her lips and returned the gentle kiss.

"Shall we rinse off and get more comfortable?" he suggested, still trying to let her feel in control.

"Lovely idea, I have plans for this beast," she smiled, squeezing hard and twisting her hand on his steely shaft.

Quickly, they rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. After helping her towel off, he headed for the bedroom until she grabbed him by his protruding member and steered him down the stairs instead. Almost urgently she pulled on him till they reached the bear skin rug in front of the still burning fire place. Kneeling once again she pulled him down with her and pushed him back till he lay sprawled on the rug with his penis still clutched in her grip and pointing toward the ceiling.

Jules just stared at him and at his large member that continued to throb in her hand. Her senses were in overload, and every touch, smell, or sound registered in her very soul. Her groin was on fire, and she could feel moistness coating her thighs already. This was going to take some work, she thought, as she lustfully looked at his shaft. Looking mischievously at his upturned and curious face, she scooted her backside toward him and quickly swung a leg over his head as she straddled him backwards. Sliding back she planted her moist womanhood firmly on his chin, while she put both hands to work on his meaty member.

She could feel his hands grasp her butt cheeks and grip them firmly as he stuck his tongue directly into her moistness as she pushed back into his face.

"Uhhh...Ohhh..." she growled as his tongue explored her wet and needy vagina. He lapped up and down her engorged pink lips, hungrily sucking at her juices. He would stop and lick on her protruding clit briefly, only to move back down and delve at her inner folds with his tongue and lips. Caught up in the sensations, she could only hang on to his stiff pole like a handle bar as she thrust herself lewdly back and forth on his upturned face. Undulating her hips, she lustfully smeared his nose, lips, and chin with her womanly scent.

As her gyrations increased, his tongue began to come in contact with her sphincter. Seized by her passion, she ground into him even more, enjoying this new sensation coursing through her. Amazingly, he spread her cheeks more and let his tongue delve her most hidden of charms. The feeling was indescribable and the carnality of the act incited her to new unexplored heights yet again. Her climax began to build uncontrollably. It felt like an unstoppable avalanche that threatened to sweep her entire being beneath it. She was now humping frantically on his face, using his tongue, chin, nose and face for her pleasure. Her hands gripped his hot wet shaft as she yanked on him more for her own pleasure and stability than for his own need. Her back was arched and her neck was craned back as her braid swung wildly about her while she thrashed her head back and forth in throes of pleasure.

Ahh...Oh God... YES, YES... Ah, ah, ah...AHHHHH, Oh my, Oh...OHHH..." She moaned and screamed as her climax hit her full force. Convulsively her hips smashed down on his mouth, and her thighs clamped him in their grip as best they could. He rode out her shaking body with both his hands squeezing and massaging her bubbled cheeks. Holding back his ministrations, he waited for the first wave of pleasure to begin to recede, and then began to strum her clit with his tongue again.

OH FUCK...OH...Yessssss...OHHHHH..." She began to thrash on him again as she was ripped by another orgasm. Waves of sensations coursed through her body as she laid her head in his groin and nuzzled his balls, with his shaft still gripped in her hands.

Slowing his tongue, he moved to licking her juices that now flowed continuously from her moist lips while she started to settle back down. Again, he sensed the right time to attack her moistness, and played his tongue back up and nibbled and sucked on her oversensitive clitoris.

"Oh God...not again...Oh shit...NO...Oh...yes, Oh...OH...you bastard...do it...fuck...YESSS!" Jules began to buck yet again. The pleasure was akin to pain it was so intense, and tears came to her eyes. He was playing her like a finely tuned instrument, and she was singing the song he desired. She didn't think she could survive any more of this orgasmic ecstasy.

Forcing herself up to move away, she threw her legs over his head and rolled to the side finally releasing his still hard penis. Curling into a ball, she wrapped her arms around her knees and shuddered while she calmed down from her multiple orgasms. Using his thigh as a pillow, she laid her head back and gasped for breath trying to control her rapid breathing.

"Holy shit," she muttered in disbelief. She knew about multiple orgasms but had never experienced them before. She had no idea if this was how intense they normally were or not, but she knew now that she had been sorely lacking before in her sexual experience.

Turning her head, she looked at his grinning eyes. The firelight shined off the nectar that covered his face where she had bathed him in her lust-filled frenzy. He had curled his hands behind his head and was just looking at her with those wolf-like grey eyes. His smile broadened as their eyes met, and he winked at her with a slight chuckle.

For Jules, that look was a challenge. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she slinked up to him like a leopard stalking her prey. Leaning in, she kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his moistened lips. Reaching back with one hand, she grabbed his manhood once again and stroked it firmly up and down. Clear fluid was running freely from its head, and she used it to slick his shaft for her hand. One way or another she thought, I am going to ride this beast.

Rising up she straddled him once again, this time with her moist vaginal lips lining up with his turgid member. Meeting his predatory gaze with one of her own, she guided his pole toward her wanton womanhood as she slowly squatted down and back. As she pushed herself on to him, she could feel his head trying valiantly to breech her tight confines. "Good God," she thought, "I don't know how I am going to do this."

His ministrations from earlier, combined with her own climactic juices, were more than enough lubrication to easily accept penetration from a normal cock. She didn't believe his was normal, or at the very least it was not common. Gritting her teeth, she speared his weapon deeper into her molten loins. Grunting in determination, she forced his manhood into her a centimeter at a time. She had not felt this stretched since losing her virginity in high school in the dugouts of the old town park. Adjusting to his huge girth, it was literally minutes before she finally had as much as she could take. He completely filled her and she smiled in victory, even though at least a quarter of his shaft still remained free.

Placing her hands on his hairy chest, she braced herself upright with her arms locked straight. Her breasts were mashed between her arms and stuck out proudly on display. Slowly, she began to ease her hips upward. Adjusting her legs, she assumed a squatting position, with her feet now planted on the bear-skin rug and his turgid shaft impaling her moist canal. Curling her fingers in his chest hairs, she began to ride him, using her legs to squat herself up and down his enormous pole.

Closing her eyes, she hung her head and let the sensation of being filled completely seep into her. She thrust her hips slowly at first to adjust to his girth and feel his pulsing organ with in her. Gradually she picked up speed and adjusted her height with her legs. Being careful not to thrust herself too deep, she found her sweet spot and began to move her hips rapidly up and down his moist hot shaft. Tensing her stomach muscles, she squeezed his manhood as she pulled on him with her groin like a moist glove. Relaxing her muscles, she dropped back down as far as she could safely handle, then tensed and thrust her hips in the air again with her legs. Developing a rhythm, she repeated the process faster and faster, jacking his pole with her body for all she was worth.

Stark just admired her at first, watching the firelight dance off her nude torso as she gave herself completely to her lust driven dance. Her efforts were certainly admirable and her muscle control was exquisite. As she picked up speed, her braid swung over her shoulder and swung against her arms and tickled his chest and nipples. She was sweating slightly and the dampness on her skin was highlighted by the flames of the fire even as the flames of their lust rose.

He reached up his hands and placed them on her hips as she continued to ride him in determination. Sliding his hands up her waist he reached between her arms and cupped her breasts. Squeezing, he pinched her hardened buds and pulled experimentally.

She groaned audibly. "OHhhh...Unnhhh..." Looking up, she met his piercing grey eyes and thrust her chest out even more in invitation. Slowly she raked her nails down his chest as she continued to impale herself upon him. He pinched her nipples hard enough to cause her eyes to go wide, then released them and rolled them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. Trailing his hands back down to her hips, he clasped them firmly, halting her riding motion as he began to thrust into her from the floor. Rapidly he bucked into her making sure he filled her with every thrust of his member.

With his iron grip upon her, she finally rested her aching legs. Placing her hands on the bear skin rug on either side of his head, she leaned forward and placed her swollen and sensitive nipples to his moist lips, as he used his tongue and teeth to bite and nibble her in earnest. Whimpering, she tried to keep from shaking and collapsing completely on top of him.

"Yes...yes...God...oh, oh... my god...Oh my God...Oh my God... Fuck me!" Her voice warbled and her lust was cresting. She couldn't believe she was on her way to an earth shattering climax yet again. Her head was shaking back and forth and her braid flailed around her like a master's whip exhorting her lustful contortions to a greater tempo. She lost herself then in the moment. She did not know who she was; all she knew was the animal that she had become. She was a wanton beast that was being impaled by his bull driven shaft, over and over. She needed it. She wanted it. It was her entire being at this very moment, and she gave herself completely to its desire.

Screaming out loud, she began to howl her pleasure. "OHHH...AHHHH...AHHHH...AHHHUUU..." She thrashed uncontrollably as her orgasm burst through her in an explosion of passion and heat starting from her loins and radiating throughout her entire body to the very tips of her fingers and toes. For a moment, time froze, and then she collapsed upon him, smothering her breasts upon his face as she fell forward away from his still hard and slowly thrusting member.

Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on her back looking up at the slowly rotating ceiling fan above. She may have passed out; she was not sure as she had no recollection of rolling off Stark, who was lying on his side beside her as he rubbed her heavily breathing and sweaty belly. He looked upon her and lazily moved his hand up and down her body admiring her flushed appearance.

Reaching up, she grasped his head in her hands and brought him in for a deep, wet kiss. Exploring his mouth and tongue with hers, she could still taste her own juices mingled with his spit. The thought only made her wetter. How that could be, she did not know after what she had just been through, but she could still feel her lust smoldering like a coal deep in her belly. Pulling back from their passionate kiss, she panted heavily with desire and confusion.

"I don't know who or what you are, or what has come over me, but you have me." She looked at him with her dark brown eyes, and reached down to grasp his member that was lying on her thigh. Firmly, almost harshly, she pulled on it. "Do with me what you will. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it!" Her strength was returning and as she spoke of her submission, she sat up and knelt by his side as she continued to jerk his cock.

A glow infused Stark as he heard his quarry submit to his desires. In his journeys he had been with many women. Most of the times he had been the dominant partner, but some of his tasks required him to play a more subservient role, even abasing himself for the greater good. With Jules in particular, he felt euphoric about the state he was in with her as his submissive partner. He did not know how far this line of servitude would go, but his passions were deep and varied, and with such a partner as her he lusted at the thoughts of exploring her every pore. The key was to move slowly and not to break her self-will, though he doubted that he could with this magnificent warrior. He only hoped that he had the time to really enjoy her company as events began to unfold in front of him.

"You honor me with your desire, my lovely, and I cannot tell you how much I desire to hold you to that statement," he said, as he alternately watched her face and her hands stroking his turgid shaft. Long years and many sexual partners had conditioned him to control his lust nearly to perfection. If he really wanted to, he could hold out on his climax for days. Sometimes that was required for the circumstance or in order to please the mistress that he might have been with at the time. However, riding the wave of orgasm was a pleasure onto itself, and was a God given gift for those who walked the earth. Denying its pull was rarely in conjunction with nature or the powers that propelled his existence. Besides, the joys of sexuality were undeniable.
Smiling at her, he asked, "Are you fully aware of what you are saying and how I will respond to your desire?" He wanted there to be no doubt in her mind. No objection or worry for her request. "You realize that your life is about to change don't you? Can you feel it now? Can you sense the change in the air?" He didn't know for sure if she could, but his presence and their sexual mingling was meant to help open up her senses to the changing world around her.

She stopped her ministrations, and dropped her hands to her thighs for a moment as she kneeled beside him. As she stared at him, he could see the firelight sparkle in her deep brown eyes as she studied his face intently. For the longest time, she held his eyes with her own. A man could fall into those liquid brown eyes and starve to death before realizing it was too late. His flesh pebbled with goose bumps as he waited breathlessly for her response, watching her every move.

Jules was spell bound. Her head was spinning, and her lustful thoughts were running rampant. How she got to this state was a mystery to her, and that scared her a little. She was young and vibrant, and her sex drive had always been pretty high-paced. But not like this. She had thought that it was him, this strange friend of her Fathers that had showed up out of know where, that had rocked her world and opened up her desire like a flower welcoming the sun. She could feel the glow within her, and it drove her sensuality to its peak.

Finally making sense of his question, she took a deep breath and just let herself feel all the sensations that were assailing her. Her lust was obvious. His lust was obvious. It was not just his large shaft that stood proudly up from his strong physique and bobbed in the air that made it so. She could smell him. She could smell the trappings of scent left from the shower and the shampoo, but under that there was the smell of him. The smell of his sweat was clean and earthy. Like the smell of fresh rain in an open field. Deeper she could smell his essence. His musk, his being that emanated from him from every pore.

It was subtle, but she could now sense it like a mist that drifted on the air.

In wonder she let her feelings drift both inward and outward. Her own sexually stimulated aura pulsed within her. She thought she felt it, like an electrical current running through her body, emanating from her lower middle torso. Outward she could sense the bear skin rug beneath her, and its old but lingering essence. She could see the spirit of the bear in her mind's eye as it roamed a mountain range. She thought of the image as a photo, like a picture of the past. The log home around her took on a new feel. The log walls felt like a cocoon that cradled her in warmth for her future rebirth. Outside she sensed the dark, and the nocturnal creatures that roamed the wilderness. The impressions were vague, but she swore she could walk to them with her eyes closed if she wanted.

As she explored her new found feelings, she felt a pull on her searching soul. She sensed a gentle urging for her to reach out and touch a benevolent energy. Without realizing it, she lifted her hands as if to place them upon a wall. Feeling warmth beneath her hand, her sense of her actual surroundings came crashing back into her. Looking down, she again held Stark's stiff pole in her groping hand. "Oh Lord, what was that?" she thought. "What is happening to me?" Never one to shy away from the daring or the new, Jules made her decision.

Swallowing, she looked again at him as she clutched his penis. Slowly, she opened herself up to his stare. Sliding one knee out and away, she lewdly displayed herself to his lusting gaze. Keeping one hand on his throbbing shaft, she reached her other hand behind her neck and grasped her braided hair. Arching her back she thrust her breasts and her hard pink nipples out and displayed herself vulgarly.

"I am sure," she croaked. Licking her lips, she said more forcefully, "I am yours to do with as you will." Unbidden it came to her mind to add, "As you are mine in this world." She did not know why she spoke those last words, nor how they entered her thoughts, but they felt right to her. Her newly forming senses told her it was good. She waited for his response, holding herself on display as if to offer him his prize.

Upon hearing her words, Stark began to breathe again. As she finished, he tensed for just a moment. "So that was how it was going to be," he thought. It was to be a partnership throughout these times. Mulling that over for just a second, he smiled happily. He could not have been more blessed on this journey, he thought. This Amazon kneeling beside him was a goddess in the making, and he would count himself lucky to spend any time with her, let alone have her as a submissive partner for the time being.

"You are something else, my dear, a true vision that I have been blessed to behold," he said softly. "So be it," he said louder. "Go to the room with my belongings and open my backpack. Lying on top is a headband that glitters black and holds an emerald. Bring it to me." He looked at her to see how she would respond. Orders are not easily followed for some, and he wanted to see how it was going to be for her by starting with something fairly simple.

She lowered her head and looked at him for only a moment, then gracefully stood as she released his manhood once again. She was a little surprised at herself with her easy response, as normally she did not respond well to people telling her what to do. But something had changed in her. She had willingly surrendered a large part of her being to him, and the thought of doing his bidding somehow seemed right and even a little thrilling. That he had sent her on a small errand was odd and caught her by surprise, as she had expected something more sexual considering the current situation.

Turning her back to him, she glided up the stairs acutely aware of his eyes still upon her. She knew without a doubt he was admiring her as she walked away, and could feel and sense the aroma oozing out of his body. She shivered and responded by swaying her hips provocatively as she let her own scent fill the room and drift toward him.

Reaching his room, she saw that he had laid his clothes out neatly on the bed, and leaning against the dresser was his green army back pack. The flap lay loosely over the opening with the laces already undone. Pulling it back, she looked inside and saw lying on top of some more folded clothing the headband he had described. Her hand went to it of its own accord, and she slowly drew it out. The band glittered darkly. It reminded her of snake skin, but of no snake she had ever seen. Black scales seem to lie back along it, overlapping each other so tightly that they moved as one. In its mirrored surface little specks of light shown from within as if living stars were trapped inside trying to find a way out. At the center of the band, a dark green emerald rested, held in by a web of finely spun silver. It was breathtaking.

Taking a deep breath, she headed back down to him with the headband in her hands. Again she was conscious of his piercing gray eyes upon her nubile form. She smiled then at the sheer delight of her effect on him. His ever-hard member shifted slightly in the air as if to beckon her onward. As she approached he stood up from his reclining position and watched as she came to a stop in front of him.

Instinctively, she knelt in front of him. Looking up, she saw the pleasure in his eyes and she flushed a little. "How could such a little thing make her feel so good?" she thought.

He smiled as if he knew what she was thinking and reached out his hand. Giving him the band, she smiled back and then lowered her eyes, waiting for his next command.

As she knelt before him, he marveled at her beauty and courage. In her awakening senses, she was only touching the surface of the changes that were coming to her being. Her sexuality was in full bloom and she was exploring a path that some would not dare and might even find offensive. Beside these things, she would soon be faced with even more challenges that would test her resolve to the extreme. He anxiously awaited such battles and was proud that he would be the one to travel by her side. Sometimes the powers that be were more than kind in their tasks they set forth for him, and this certainly qualified as one of those times.

Leaning forward, he placed the Kashic head band upon her brow. Reaching to the back, he manipulated the complicated clasp and fit it upon her head. As she raised her head, he could see the firelight play in the emeralds facets as if it were alive, which in a way it was. Stark had seen the like of this talisman before in his travels. Though he did not know all the details, he recognized some of the materials that were used in this particular piece. The emerald was a favorite jewel of his masters it would seem, and from what he understood of the mystical it held the power of nature within it, or at least an aspect of it. The band itself was the rarest of rare, and he had only seen the like once before. It was made from the hide of a creature that the natives of that time had called a Kashic. Some in this world would recognize them as the mythical dragon. It was a mystery to him how this came to be, but he did have some theories. The exact nature of what this talisman could do was also a mystery. That it would aid them and her in particular, was all he really knew for sure.

Jules eyes opened wide in amazement as the headband settled on her forehead. The band felt warm to her skin, and it seemed to hug itself to her head as if it was a snake coiling around its prey. At the same time, she felt her awareness spread as her senses seemed to open even more. A tingle ran down her spine and her skin tightened in response. As the tingling subsided, warmth suffused her body like a long lost lover coming home. Finally, it passed and she was left with the feeling of being washed clean, reminding her oddly of when she was baptized as a young child.

Gazing upon her upturned face, he could see the glow from within her and the light from the fire dancing on her skin. She was absolutely radiant, and he could no longer delay his lustful intentions. Grabbing his slightly deflated member, he stroked himself as he met her eyes.

"Now my Amazon beauty, I plan to test your wishes," he stated. "Put your hands behind your back and clasp them tightly. Do not let go unless I say so, or there will be consequences."

He watched as she complied with his orders and continued to stare at him and his now hardened penis that he masturbated unashamedly in front of her face. "Now, use your mouth to give me pleasure, my lovely." Stepping a little forward, he offered his tumescent shaft to her mouth.

Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward and took the head of his shaft between her lips. His erection had pulled the skin back from his uncircumcised shaft and seminal fluid was oozing out of the opening mixing with some of the juices from their earlier love making. As she took him in her mouth, she tasted the essence of his maleness combined with her own womanly sauce. Surprisingly, she found the peculiar taste almost appealing. She had swallowed and tasted sexual fluids in the past, and in the throes of passion she often let herself do things she might otherwise not if she had a choice, but she had never really been fond of the taste. Normally, swallowing the salty concoction was just a means to keep from getting it all over herself or her clothes. Maybe it was the change that was coming over her, or maybe he just did not taste like the other men she had been with, but whatever it was she found that she almost wanted him to shoot himself in her mouth and down her willing throat.

She began to work hard at getting his thick shaft into her mouth. His girth was such that her jaws were stretched to their maximum. Normally she could take a man down to his groin and deep throat him with not much effort. She had practiced at an early age with bananas and her Mother's dildo once she had found it; she would practice with that quite often and loved how naughty it felt. She loved to swallow a man's member and while he throbbed in her throat, she would use her tongue to tickle what she could reach of his scrotum. The result was usually the same, either a mouth full of sperm or a liberal shower of white pearls on her face, arms and breasts as she finished them off with her hand. Swallowing seemed easier than cleaning up.

Relaxing her jaws a little she leaned even farther forward willing his pole deeper in her mouth. There was no way this was going down her throat, and she felt a little sad about that. Determined to still give him the pleasure he commanded of her, she changed tactics and began working up more saliva. Rearing back a little, she let off and worked up some more spit. Diving back to his wet hard shaft she concentrated on just the sensitive head.

Her achy jaws began to get used to their new position, and as her saliva mixed with his leaking juices, her plump wet lips began to slide up and down rapidly as she bobbed her head on him in an all-out effort to get him to climax.

He was holding the base of his shaft as Jules continued to enthusiastically attack his cock. As she continued he felt her bring her tongue into play, and she rubbed the underside of his head as she sucked and slobbered all over him. Slowly, he pulled back and watched her lean farther forward to keep as much of his member as she could in her mouth. As he continued, she would shimmy on her knees to keep from losing contact with him, suckling at his turgid shaft like a kitten after her mother's milk. "Damn," he thought, "she is the sexiest damn thing!" He just wanted to devour her and use her entire body for his own gratification. He had been waiting for some time now, and he no longer wanted to wait on his own lustful needs. Times were a changing after all, and if he waited too long he may not get the chance to fulfil this carnal desire. That was the nature of his life, and most life on this earth, which dictated that if you really wanted to experience it to its full effect, you needed to sometimes live for the moment.

Reaching down with both his hands, he grasped her bobbing head, halting her in her undaunted efforts. Slowly, he savored the feel of her hot wet mouth while he thrust his manhood in and out of her. Finally, he withdrew his wet, dripping pole and released her head. "Release your hands and lie down on your back with your knees pulled up and spread," he ordered, gasping a little as he let his lust begin to overtake him.

She did as he bid, pulling her braid from behind her head as she lay back on the bear skin rug. Laying her braided hair between her heaving breasts, she reached her hands farther down and placed them on her own thighs as she spread her opening lewdly for his desires. Rubbing her legs up and down, she awaited his next command.

Slowly, Stark circled her nubile young body. The fire had begun to die down, and the embers cast a reddish glow over her slightly tanned skin. Grasping his member once again, he jerked on his shaft as he admired her wanton body. "Play with yourself, use your hand on your womanly charms and let me see you give yourself pleasure."

She immediately began to do as he asked, eager to comply because she was aching to be touched even if only by her own hands. She pressed her right palm to her mound and rubbed her clitoris with her palm as she fingered her engorged lips. She thrust her hips imperceptibly into her hand as she worked her moistness all around her vagina.

"Cup your breasts, baby, and pinch your nipples." He breathed as he moved to her head and looked down upon her writhing form. "That's it. Pull on them, squeeze them for me. Yes...good girl." As she tossed her braided hair to the side and continued to stimulate herself, he carefully knelt down placing his knees on either side of her head. He continued to stroke himself as he lowered his scrotum on to her chin. "Now lick my balls," he croaked as his excitement continued to rise.

She stuck her tongue out and licked his hairy sack. His sweat mingled with some of their own love juices and the taste of him as she lapped at his soft pubic hairs was similar to the first taste of his cock. Craning her neck up a little she licked harder on his swinging scrotum and tried to capture one in her mouth. Sensing her intentions, he lowered himself even more and crudely shoved himself into her face. She sucked hard and brought him deep into her wet and wanton mouth. She lathered his round flesh as she rolled him around in her slurping orifice. "God, this is different," she thought mischievously. "I am acting like an animal, and I think I like it!"

Raising himself up again to allow her to breath, he marveled at her enthusiasm. He felt truly blessed and thanked the creator for such a treasure. Repositioning himself, he lowered his body across hers and grasped her thighs and thrust his head into her sex. She moved her hand and spread herself even more for his talented tongue. Reaching in front of her face, she guided his dangling snake into her overworked mouth yet again. As he slurped and smothered her lips and clitoris, she wrapped her lips around his head and began to jack him off into her mouth. Gripping him tightly, she worked her tongue on his head and moved her hands rapidly up and down his shaft.

This time, she was determined to finish him off. Using all her will, she ignored his probing tongue and exploring hands as they devoured and massaged her no longer private parts. She squirmed in his embrace as her body ached to respond, but she pushed her desire away and concentrated on his throbbing member.

Focusing her new awareness, she tuned into his desires. She could sense he was close to letting go, to letting his orgasm over take him. She willed him to embrace the ecstasy. Using her mouth, she sucked and nibbled with her lips on his swollen head. Bringing him nearly to her lips, she yanked on his pole trying to milk his essence to the surface. Using her other hand, she grasped his saliva covered scrotum and massaged them tenderly. Reaching higher, she rubbed her finger over his sphincter and tickled the sensitive area between the two.

"Oh yes, love, that's it... suck me...yes baby... Play with me, make love to my cock...pull on my balls, love, pull on them...Oh Lord..." he gulped. He could feel her drawing on him, pulling his desire to the surface. She learned fast, and he was giddy with the possibilities and surprised by her carnal desires. He realized that for the first time in a long time, he was losing control. She continued to coax and milk him, increasing her tempo to stimulate him even more.

"OH LORD... Do it, Jules... Keep going, baby... I ... uhhh...OHhh...oh light... Oh light... "He was quickly approaching his climax and had completely abandoned his ministrations upon her sexual treasures. Raising his head, he pressed himself up on all fours, like a wolf howling at the moon. As she continued to jerk and suck on his throbbing head, he thrust his hips downward uncontrollably and could finally take no more.

"OHh...OWwwwwooooo..." He howled and let loose his seed into her expectant mouth. Thrusting in competition with her stroking hands, he shuddered and ejaculated over and over again as she tried to take his offering.

Jules could not stop herself from welling up with pride as she brought him to orgasm. She knew now that this was a man that did not lose control very often, especially when it came to sex. That she had captured some of his control and had brought him to the same pleasurable state that he had given her earlier made her glow with victory. As he spurted into her mouth, she determinately braced herself to accept all his manly fluid. His first stream of sperm hit the back of her throat and she swallowed convulsively, trying to clear her mouth for more. Before she could even attempt it, he unloaded another mouthful and she realized that there was no way she could keep up with the massive amounts that he was producing.
Not wanting to interrupt his sexual high, she concentrated on his aura and sensed what he needed to fulfill his orgasmic delight. Swallowing when she could, she pulled her mouth off his head and continued to jack on his shaft. Cum spilled out her lips and ran down her cheeks. As he squirted his fourth and fifth streams, some of it missed her mouth and hit her chin and neck, pooling in the cavity of her clavicle. Swallowing yet again, she put his penis back in her mouth and began to suck softly as she sensed the end of his orgasm coming. He shot two or three more times with a little less force and she timed it to allow none to escape her this time.

Finally, Stark began to come to his senses. He realized he was still slowly moving his hips and sliding himself in and out of Jules still sucking mouth. Slowly he leaned back on his knees and slid his member from between her willing lips. Looking down, he met her deep brown eyes and saw that ever-present mischievous glint looking back at him. Her lips, chin and neck were covered in his pearl white semen, and as he watched she brought her hand up and wiped a finger along her chin and stuck the sperm coated digit deep in her mouth. Sucking it like a small popsicle, she popped it out of her mouth and smiled up at him.

"Not bad, you taste more than edible, Benjamin." She giggled as she saw his gray eyes light with desire. Getting a feel for his desires gave her a power she had never known before. For instance, she knew that he liked being crude and animal like sometimes in his sexual activities which aligned with her own sexual desires. Her lying beneath him like an animal and playing with his seed definitely turned him on. What was even more interesting is that she knew he knew that she knew. "Ha," she thought, "this is going to get interesting. Mind games with a twist."

Benjamin Stark laughed out loud at her playful and sexy manner. Scooting over, he lay beside her face to face, and brought his hand under her head, lifting her to his lips as he kissed her soundly. Smearing his seed upon his own lips, he used his tongue to explore her mouth and taste himself upon her. Pulling back he scooped up some of his semen from her neck and stuck his finger in her mouth. She sucked on it willingly, and rolled her tongue around his stiff finger. He pulled it out and stuck it in his own mouth, cleaning the remains off.

Grinning, he growled his pleasure at her smiling face. "You, my dear, may very well be the most marvelous creature I have ever come across, and I have come across many." He said as he once again kissed her full upon her luscious wet lips.

She let his kiss linger and played her hand up and down his hard body. Her motor began to purr, and she wondered at the idea of yet another round of sex with this man. Her loins ached from the pounding earlier, yet they were melting from the desire to be taken again. This night might be a long one...