Let me tell you a bit about us before we go on. The Beach on Powers Lake “Tonight, we go swimming at the lake,” I said big tits reality porn to myself while checking my gear: sawed-off jeans, two towels, a quilt, portable radio, and mosquito repellent were all in place. “Do I need anything else?” I asked myself. Deciding that it was all ready, I put my stuff in a small athletic bag and threw the quilt over my shoulder. Big tits webcam videos
The drive to Joan’s took only 10 minutes. She was ready, and we were off. We stopped for a quick pick-up meal and ate on the way to the lake. I pulled the car to a stop on the Eastern Shore. The sun was low in the western
sky, but it was still warm. “Let’s walk to the dam and back,” I said. “I need to let this burger settle before we go swimming.” “Good idea. I don’t want to have to prove my life saving skills on you tonight,” she laughed. She took my hand and matched me stride for stride. We cow-stepped down the trail and chatted incessantly.
Hi! This story makes sense only if you can accept the unexpected explosion of passion Joan and I experienced one evening at the beach on Powers Lake. It converted us from chums to lovers instantly.
Joan and I started dating while big tits hot tub we were awkward teenagers, mostly in group related activities at Whitehall High School. We even found that it was okay to date others within the group, so we didn’t have much pressure to go steady or pair-off into premature one-on-one relationships where isolation drained our social development. Joan and I had many close mutual friends.
After graduating from high school, we went away to college. Joan was a student at Eastern State University in Whitehall and I was working on my Bachelor of Arts degree at Bates University 60 miles north in Clarkston. After our junior year in college, we both took summer jobs at Williams Furniture Company, working as inventory clerks. Joan’s uncle owned the company. Our college careers allowed us a date about once a month when we could both be in town at the same time on weekends.
Last night was one of those weekends when we doubled with Bob and Glenda. After a movie we dined at at an upscale restaurant and then went to Glenda’s house to play games: poker, blackjack, crazy 8, bridge, and pinochle. Then, we played Monopoly until we were giddy. To heighten the stakes, we included our clothes as barter for cash in Monopoly. I took the short end of the game, losing my shirt, pants, shoes and socks, leaving only my shorts for cover. Joan lost everything except her bra and panties. Glenda was the big winner. She also had Bob’s shirt and shoes before we quit.
Then, we went to breakfast before splitting up. After dropping Joan off at her house, I went home and zonked out in the sack. When I woke up, I discovered that it was late afternoon. I sat on the edge of my bed wondering if I should get up at all. My brain was foggy, and I ached all over. I looked in the mirror. I was a mess.
“Hey! kid,” I said to myself in the mirror, “you need to make yourself presentable for Joan tonight. Like, swimming under water until you surprise her from behind.”
Thinking about what I just said, I began to wonder what we would really do on a beech and in a lake by ourselves. Then, I remembered the sight of her in bra and panties. “God! What a beautiful body.” Though I had squirting hot teens pressed against her occasionally, I never deliberately felt of her with my hands just to see if she would romantically respond. Now I wondered why not? A pat on the fanny was as far as it had ever gone. Joan was fun to be with.
Effervescence surrounded her. She was comfortable with everybody. No situation seemed too much for her. She was the kind of person you wanted to be around, and I wanted to be around her lot. I was becoming very fond of her; maybe not in love yet, but very fond of her. I shaved, showered, and dressed. Cam live girl
A friend of mine owned a large farm bordering the Powers Lake reservoir, and he let me use his private beach on the Eastern Shore. The beach was only five years old. Every summer the state Democratic Party held a picnic there. Flowing from a fresh spring only two miles upstream, the reservoir was fed by Kitten Creek, and it was cool most of the time.
Okay. Now you know who we are and where we are. So, on with the story.
“I just don’t want any stomach cramp to spoil our evening,” I answered.
“Better to be safe than sorry, I say.”
“Mentioning being safe than sorry,” Joan digressed, “Bob and Glenda had a narrow escape a while back. She got wild with him one night while she was ”fragrant;” you know, those few days when she is at peak passion and really could get pregnant.”
“That’s a different kind of being safe. I get the impression that neither of them would worry about getting her pregnant, though. They would probably just get married, set up housekeeping, and raise a dozen kids.”
“I bet they will anyway. Bob is tired of school and has a fine job with Central Plumbing. Glenda will probably continue to play Vatican roulette to lead him down the aisle.”
“She busts his nuts? . . . like regularly?”
“Seems like it.”
“She tells you stuff like this?” Reality show sex xxx
“Girl talk.”
“Did you see how she played to win last night?” I asked. “She was on her way to stripping him.”
“As I remember, you were the one she stripped. Besides, she didn’t have to play games with us to get him stripped.”
“Weren’t you down to bare essentials, too?”
“That didn’t bother me. I’m confident whether I’m dressed or undressed.”
“Do you mean that you don’t mind being exposed?”
“Mind? Yes. It’s just how I’m exposed. If it’s my idea, that’s fine. If it isn’t my choice, then, of course, I’m uncomfortable.”
“I certainly like what you exposed last night.”
“You like seeing my skin?”
“Lots of it.”
“Well, that’s interesting. I’ve known you for six years. We’ve dated off and on for four years. You’ve seen me in bathing suits, formal gowns with plunging necklines, and see-through blouses. There isn’t much more to see except what was still covered last night. Just in case you haven’t thought about it, there’s a lot more to me than what you can see on the outside.”
“I know that. It’s just that I have the idea that being naked means you are more than just there. It seems to mean that you want to be there and are available. Know what I mean?”
“No, I don’t. I’m no more available when I have no clothes on than when I’m fully dressed. In fact, there are times when I am all dressed up that I feel a lot more exciting or excited than when I am undressed.”
“Maybe that is because of where you are.”
“Yep. When I’m undressed, I’m usually all alone, taking a bath or something like that.”
“So, is there something extra special to being with someone and being naked at the same time?”
“Perhaps.” She paused for a few moments. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”
“I think that every red-blooded American boy would like to see the girls without clothes on. We go around thinking about them that way a lot; even at school and at church.”
“Fantasy,” Joan said with a sigh.
“I think all boys do it. Do you ever fantasize?”
“Yes. I like to fantasize about being with a huge man, with shoulders three feet wide, and hands large enough to hold a basket ball. He stands almost seven feet tall and dresses elegantly, like a medieval prince. He whisks me away on his white steed, and we live happily ever after.”
“With or without sex?”
“Oh, well, that too. You know, we stop at a cozy little forest cottage for the night and share one of those explosive, humping good times that leave us completely exhausted in each others arms. We wake with the sun coming through the window and dine on fresh blueberries and wild apples. You know, . . . the usual mushy stuff.”
“The usual mushy stuff, huh? Any of those thoughts turn you on?”
“Well, I got turned on once reading a story out of a PLAYWITH magazine. I knew it was just fiction that someone made up. It was easy reading, but it got my pulse up enough that my heart was beating fast, my breath came hot and heavy, and my panties were wet with passion juice.”
“Do pictures of naked men turn you on?”
“Never saw one that did.”
“Seen many?”
“No. Only a few. The pictures were of guys all limp. A girl can’t evaluate potential sexual prowess by looking at a soft cock.”
“Most guys I know will look at pictures of naked women all day.”
“Waste!” she snorted. “Waste of time. Why don’t you invest that energy in a real woman? One who could really make your pulse rises. If I had my choice of looking at a picture or exploring my options with a real man, I would go for the man, Karl.”
“So, you fantasize about a guy that’s seven feet tall and can hold basketballs in each hand. You’re only about 5 feet, 3 inches tall. Don’t like looking at a picture, except it’s all in your mind? Then, if you met a real man, . . . maybe one like me, . . . could that mean that a guy like me would be a fast turn-off, never being able to fulfill your fantasy?”
Joan squeezed my hand and stopped on the trail. “Karl, I would rather have you than any fantasy any day.” She took my other hand and faced me. Leaning back until our arms were fully extended, she studied my face without speaking.
I caught my breath. “I’m sorry, Joan. I wasn’t picking a fight, I just...”
She pulled me to her and whispered, “Kiss me, then.” Show me that you weren’t trying to pick a fight. Show me that you would rather be romantic than brutish.”
I felt a rushing in my ears, and we kissed again and again. We were at least a quarter mile away from the car.
“This is no place to be romantic,” I thought.
Joan’s lips felt different somehow. Our perfunctory kisses at her front door were never like this. What was passing between us now was electrifying. When we parted for air, her eyes danced. She put her arms around my waist and pulled herself as close to me as she could.
“When you were down to your shorts last night, I wondered if you ever got excited enough to get hard. I tried to peek but couldn’t look under the table without being too obvious. When you stood up to dress, I was amazed to see that you were still calm. Do you ever get excited enough that it gets hard?”
“Like right now, you mean?” I watched her eyes as I pressed myself firmly against her belly. They grew wider and a sly smile formed on her lips. “I wasn’t sure, Karl, . . . until now.”
We started down the trail again, and talked about all of the guys in the group.
“Some were known to be straight,” she said, “but we wondered about some. Of the three of the guys who were never known to show any physical passion; you were one who was in doubt.”
Finally, I came back to the real question I wanted to ask. “Then, ...do all of the girls in our gang know about this?”
“Over time, we’ve compared notes on the essentials. We’ve checked our own passions in the process, getting close and warm enough to validate to potential, and a few have lost their heads enough to know that it really works. It’s an unwritten rule of conduct among close friends. Know who is straight, who is kinky, who is gay, and who is dysfunctional.”
“God!,” I sputtered. “This is borderline conspiracy.”
“You guys all do it, too. Locker room talk is scandalous. It sacrifices many a girl before she knows her way around. I read a report last month by a behavioral research scientist, who put it something like, ‘a guy tells in exaggerated, glowing prose his exploits of the night when he thrusts his foot-long dong into her pulsating pussy, groping her double-D boobs while orgasm after orgasm propels them into orbit.’ Such exaggerations get around and the girl’s reputation is devastated.”
“...and it’s not devastating for the guys,” I finished her thought.
“When I hear something like that, I question if such things are even possible. Most girls aren’t really experienced enough to behave like a mature woman in full bloom. I’ve heard older women say that it really takes a while to learn how to be a good lover.”
I stopped her again. “Want to validate me?” I pulled her close and kissed her again. We just stood there, groping. When I caught my breath, I looked down at her breasts resting on my chest and told her, “I was wondering the same thing about you, Joan. Though we have been pressed close in some car rides with our gang, I never knew if you were aroused by our closeness.”
“That’s because we had to keep our senses. Too many people around can be a great wet blanket for erotic feelings.”
“You know something? I always dreamed of being romantic on the living room couch with a warm fire crackling to keep off the evening chill. I would have a blanket handy to throw on the floor. We could even strip and roll up in it.”
“Great idea, Karl,” she giggled. “I think I’d like to try that sometimes”
“Instead, we’re in the middle of nowhere, and I’m hot enough to fry eggs on my head.”
“That’s okay. This is exciting.”
“Come on. Let’ go over to that tree stump and sit down,” I said. We circled our arms and walked in opposing steps (like two people in a three-legged race). I was really excited. Our hips and thighs bumped with every step.
Her closeness was getting to me.
“Let’s sit here.” The stump was left after a cutting long enough ago the top had aged completely into a mottled gray. The trees covered the sky all around us, with the late afternoon slits of light breaking through in golden rays. A small stream about 15 yards away gurgled as it bounced past on its way to the lake.
Then I had a sobering thought. “Uh, Joan, I really didn’t invite you out here to take advantage of you in any way. I just wanted to spend the evening with you relaxing on the beach. This walk has taken a turn that I had not prepared for. If you feel uncomfortable with anything we’re doing, just say ‘stop’ and I will back off.”
Joan looked deep into my eyes. “Karl, I’m feeling a lot of emotion right now ear voices screaming, ‘Get out of here. Don’t you know better than to get one-on-one with a man?’ ”
I pulled her into a long embrace. Our lips lingered, searching. Joan turned her head and whispered in my ear.
“This is as far as I have ever gone before. Just a little petting and a long, wet kiss once.”
“Me too,” I admitted with a giggle. “Want to go with me to a higher level?” She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes was one of eager expectation rather than fear of the unknown.
I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped her in my arms, taking my time. She swung her legs over my lap and held me tightly around my waist. We felt and groped, seeking bare skin. Our lips seemed glued. They became softer. Joan followed my lead when I parted my lips. We passed from smooching to feeding on our mutual passions. Kissing was now much more intense. I could hear her breath in my ear. My heart was pounding furiously. Neither of us could keep still.
I managed to get her shirt free at the waist and felt beneath for bare flesh. Just then she let out a soft moan within her throat, I thought I would burst. I continued to fumble for flesh. She let me unbuttoned her blouse. She rolled her head back as I pulled the blouse wide open, her cleavage prominently displayed in a lacy white bra. I trailed my fingers deep into the gap and slowly stroked her soft, firm flesh. God! Feeling her was heavenly.
“Let me help,” she urged. She straightened up and pulled her blouse over her head. Quickly unhooking her bra, she was stripped to the waist. “Like my skin, Karl?” she asked with a grin.
“Love what I see.” I ran my hands over her shoulders, down to her elbows, over her belly, and finally fondled her for the first time. I never said a word, but the look in her eyes was confirmation enough to continue.
“Comfortable with all this?” I asked.
“Never done this before,” she said with an impish grin. “It’s not quite like I fantasized. I feel like I’m blushing all over to let you see me naked.”
“Remember, you can stop any time.”
“Yeah, but, ...it sounds too much like parental advice.”
“Do you want us to go up into the pines where we for sure won’t be seen?” I pulled her close and kissed her. I loved the way she lingered with my lips.
“No. Let’s don’t break the spell.”
We cuddled, fondled, and kissed. The spiraling sensation in my head slowed and I caught my breath again. Joan half turned in my arms and leaned away a little.
“I’m adjusting. I like the way you make me feel. In fact, it somehow feels quite natural being here with you, even exposed like this. Just touch me lightly, though. My nipples feel very sensitive right now.”
“I like the way they are extended.” I cupped her breasts, letting them heavily fill each hand. “Like this?” I asked.
I leaned her back when I kissed her this time. She trailed her fingers up my thighs and into my crotch, reaching inquisitively for the hard bundle in my jeans.
“Let’s free the captive, Joan. Want to open it yourself, or shall I reveal it for you?”
She didn’t answer at first. Then, she stood up. “Do it for me in full view.”
I pulled my tee shirt off and dropped my jeans. My shorts were stretched to the limit. When I pulled them down, I stood at full attention; straight out for her. Her eyes were wide as she reached out her hand.
“Let me feel.” She explored me from the tip to bottom of my balls. “It sure is hard, and it’s swelled much larger than I ever imagined from the pictures in text books.”
I let her examine me until she started tantalizing me with her touch.
“Does touching you make you excited and hard like this?” she asked.
“Excite me?” I answered rhetorically. “You hadn’t touched me when you first felt it in my pants back there on the trail. I was already excited.”
“Now I’m really confused,” she giggled. “This is a whole lot larger than a tampon.”
“Worried?
“Yeah,” she drawled. “Something like that.”
“A tool has to be right to do the job it was designed for,” I said cautiously. “Take you time. Find out for yourself.”
We sat on the stump again while she explored every inch over and over again.
“What makes it hard? I never knew it if you were ever excited with me before.”
I let her linger with her fingers. “I guess we never thought about having one-on-one fun with each other like this.” She ran her hand down and cupped my balls.
“Does this hurt, Karl?” she wanted to know.
“No. You’re being gentle.”
I fondled her breasts and lightly teased her tits again. Standing up slowly, she pushed her shorts down, panties and all. We stood facing each other for a moment then burst out laughing from the tension.
“Get the rest of those things off and sit back down,” she grinned.
I cleared myself of the rest of my clothes and sat down again. She pushed my knees together enough to straddle my thighs. Then, she put her hands behind my neck and coupled them together.
“Please, don’t rush,” she said breathy. “Let’s take this slow and easy. I’ve never had a man before.” She leaned forward and kissed me. I instinctively put my hands on her butt and pressed her with the tips of my fingers.
“Feel my tits,” she begged. “Touch them gently with the tips of your fingers and fondle them slowly and lightly.” Our kisses seemed to last forever. Joan began to inch herself up my thighs, stopping when she was close enough to feel my cock pressing against her belly.
“What do I do now, Karl?”
I leaned back on my hands. “Why don’t you scoot close enough to press your soft pussy against me? Then you can adjust to how it feels against my hardness.”
She did as I said. Shortly our pubes were pressing tightly. She wiggled her hips and prodded against the base of my rigid tool until she parted her wet pussy lips with it. She raised herself a bit and slithered back and forth along my cock and made me almost as slick as she.
“Now,” I said slowly, “when you’re ready, pull up high enough to get up on top. Take lots of time for this. Don’t get in a hurry to get me inside.”
Rising, she positioned herself and wiggled her hips just enough to part her vaginal lips over the tip of my tool. I shifted my weight and took my penis in my hand, plowing the length of her vulva until we were both quite slick with her juices.
“I think I’m ready, Karl.” Placing her hands on my shoulders, she said, “I now see why a girl needs a man with broad shoulders.”
Then, she grimaced. “Here goes.” Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself just enough to penetrate a bit and stop. She grimaced again. “This is a test of will as much as it’s a test of everything else.”
This time she undulated her hips just enough to feel more of me inside. The wiggling seemed to allow her to stretch at her own pace as she settled down. Her legs began to quiver. “Gotta get my breath for a moment,” she gasped. “My legs are beginning to hurt.” She pulled away slightly and rested her weight on my thighs.
I thought for a moment she was reconsidering and might call it off. She was doing all of the hard work. I kept my hands on the stump to steady both of us. She had me bent back in an awkward position, but I luxuriated in her warm, wet pleasures. Without standing up again, she undulated until I was about half way inside.
“There,” she said. “I feel full of you.” She looked down at our mingled hairs. “Golly, you’re so hard.”
I tensed my thighs to lift her slightly and relaxed them to let her down. The movement was small, but it was enough for me to gently move in and out. She looked down again, seemingly fascinated that she had consumed me. We kept these slight motions going for a while. She kept looking down.
“This is beginning to feel like it could be fun.” She did not rush.
“Let’s see if I can get you further in,” she said almost academically. We were well lubricated now and she pushed forward several times until she could not see any space between us now. I was impaled completely inside.
“Wow!” she exclaimed with a tremendous exhale. “I’m fully had now, Karl.
You’re all the way in. What do you feel?”
“It feels great,” I said imitating Tony the Tiger. “You’re everywhere.
You are pure pleasure.”
“It sure is. Wow!”
“You didn’t hesitate to take me on,” I said soberly. “You do realize I’m fully loaded, you know.”
She smiled. “That’s the most exhilarating part. I am at high risk now. I can’t let myself go, but inside something is screaming for me to just abandon myself to the wind; to drink fully of this passion.” She stopped talking for a moment.
“There is something else which I can’t define. It might have to do with stolen fruit.”
“Do you feel that I have stolen you?”
“No, . . . and I didn’t steal you either. It has to do with taking you when I am technically not supposed to. It’s a I get to have you but I can’t keep you kind of thing.”
“Is that the stolen fruit part?”
“Not quite, because you will still be here. Stolen fruit is eaten and then it’s gone. You get me, but I’ll still be here. It’s something else that makes the heart quicken and the pussy juicy. Do you feel that way, too, Karl?”
I was so electrified I could hardly contain myself. “Joan, I like this much too much. I’m so hot right now that, even if you never get into full humping motions, I will still burst inside of you, giving us time to wonder about pregnancy.”
“We won’t have to wonder very long. I’m as regular as the moon.”
“So how far are you into the month?”
She thought for a moment. “Maybe 10 days. I’ve been off the pad for three or four days.”
“Well, you have a loaded Vatican cannon pointed right at your baby carriage. The fuse has been lit and could go off any time. If it does, the moon will rise to look down on a new baby forming.”
“You’re afraid, aren’t you Karl?”
“Not afraid, but very concerned. We haven’t even talked of marriage and babies, and here we are poised to start the whole process of life.”
“Don’t worry so much. I won’t be in full bloom for another three or four days.”
I was bittersweet. I knew that I should get her off of me. I knew one of us should be sensible and use our heads. “Let’s not play the fool. I would much rather take another month or two to talk about a lot of other things that make for a good marriage.”
“Okay. What more can I offer?” She shifted slightly, exciting my ever rising passion. “We’ve known each other much longer than most people who marry. We enjoy being with each other. We know now that we have no physical impediments. You are strong enough to carry me and let me steady myself on your shoulders. Can you think of anything else that we need before we decide to get married?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Time to think about it with a clear head. I’m drunk with your wine. Your charms are completely spread before me, begging for fulfillment. I can’t get two thoughts in order. All I can think about is what happens when I shoot you full of cum and it all happens as God designed it. The two of us become three of us before the sun rises.”
“Okay.” Joan said quietly. “I’m the blabber mouth, talking when I should be listening, and you’re the one who’s acting responsibly.”
“I want to be able to take you exactly as God made you on our wedding night. I want to be able to give you my full load without having to wonder if it is the right thing to do. I want you to be able to accept it with full excitement that this might just be the load that starts our family.”
“Now you’re beginning to sound like someone making sense,” Joan said.
She undulated her hips with enough action to pull half-length strokes.
“Guess I better . . .”
“Oh, God!” I exclaimed and pushed her up just far enough to pop out. The whoosh of cumming sent my head whirling. My load spurted up between us. Fascinated, she slid her butt down against the base of my cock and watched the cum run down into the bowl that we made with our bodies jambed together.
As the spinning in my head faded, and I felt the warm afterglow settle in. I did not feel Joan’s weight on my thighs. I did not feel the pain in my arms from leaning back on my hands for too long.
Joan reached down and got some cum on her finger and put it up to her nose to smell it. “Sort of salty, isn’t it?” she said matter of factly. She swiped my juices with her hand and rubbed it on her butt. I was still hard.
“How do you make it go soft?” she asked.
“It goes down all by itself after a while.”
“Is it hard enough to let me have some pleasure yet. I’m still hot, Karl. I still want you.”
“Okay, but be careful. I don’t know how long before I will be ready to explode again.”
My shoulders and neck began to hurt. There was no place to lay Joan. I asked her to stand up and turn around. “Now, come down on me again like you were before, except with your back to me.” She settled slowly, fully. I put one hand under one of her breasts and fingered her with my other hand. She rose quickly and went into orgasm. She grabbed my hand tightly to her breast and let the rhythmic strokes send her orbiting into pure delight.
For some reason, I did not feel a rush to cum again. So, I let her just enjoy the moment of discovery. “First time for you, too?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she answered softly. “It’s a wonderful feeling. Can we do it again?”
“The sun has set. It will be dark soon, Joan,” I said quietly. “Let’s go back to the beach.”
Joan stood up, wiping her hands on her belly. “The water will feel good to both of us.” She picked up her clothes and put on her shoes.
I picked up my clothes and started to put them on, but Joan stopped me.
“Stay just as you are. We will walk hand in hand and see if the fresh air will clear our heads. I want to see if I feel any different after the loving, when the real world begins to settle back in.”
She made no sense to me but took my hand as we walked to the car. It was gathering twilight now. I took my towels and the quilt, dropping them at the water’s edge. As I slipped out of my shoes again, Joan blew me a kiss and waded out until she was waist deep. I joined her and we rubbed all of the sticky stuff off.
We waded in until the water was up to her shoulders. “Look, Karl. My tits float,” she giggled. I pulled her close, being sure to brush against her nipples.
“Uhmmm.” she moaned softly. “ I could keep you just to make the goose bumps come up. Just think, I almost thought that you were a dead-end kid.”
“Not much chance of that. There is another clear-air issue for us to discuss.”
“What now, maestro?”
“We broke the ice. Once something like this starts, it does not stop unless some significant event intervenes. From now on, I will try to feel you up, to get you excited enough to want to lay with me again and again. I might not be strong in my resolve next time. Next time, I just might release the full load without hesitating or pulling out.”
“You’re right,” she said, pulling me close enough to put her arms around my waist and flatten her tits against my chest. “I’ve crossed the line, too. I want you. I want all of you. I want the cum. I want the climax, the orgasm, the whole shooting star. If I get pregnant, I want to have your child. I want the baby to call me mommie and you daddy. I want to be your wife. That’s all.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her chin up and kissed her again and again. The water was cool but our passions were intense.
“Joan, isn’t this backward? Isn’t the man supposed to ask the woman to marry him?”
“Opps. That’s right. Sorry, I forgot,” she giggled. Her giggling and laughter were quite contagious.
“Joan. Will you marry me? I will try my best to be a faithful husband to you and a kind and generous father to our children.”
“Won’t you offer to climb some mountains, swim a wide river, or cross a hot desert for me?” she teased. “That’s the way they do it in the movies.” Her smile was almost lost in the dim light of deep dusk.
“I’ve already climbed a mountain higher than Mount Everest. Pulling free was more difficult than climbing the highest mountain. I did that for you, Joan. Nothing would please me more than to have you without restrictions. You must know that. I did it for you.”
“That sounds noble, Karl. Do you really love me enough to keep from getting me pregnant when I ought not to be pregnant? Like tonight?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you love me enough to get me pregnant when I want to be?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you love me enough to work hard to support me and our children, in good and bad times both?”
“Yes, I will.”
Joan pulled up tight and kissed me again and again. We stayed in the cool water until it was completely dark. As the full moon came over the oaks, we must have looked like two spooks in the yellow light. Joan’s teeth started chattering and some of her leg muscles were jittery, too.
“I think we need to get out and dry off. I’m cold now,” she said.
I took her in my arms and carried her to shore, laying her on the blanket.
“Maybe we are cooled down enough to ask some hard questions.”
No,” she said emphatically. “This evening breeze just makes us feel cool. I’m still too high to touch the ground.”
We dried on the large towels. The sand beneath the blanket was soft. I fetched my bag and a portable radio from the car and set them beside the quilt, tuning in some soft music.
“Keep it low, Karl,” she said. “We don’t want to attract unnecessary pests tonight. You know, the two-legged kind.”
“That wouldn’t be suitable,” I grinned.
“Come on,” she urged, lying back on the quilt. “You’re wasting time.”
She reached up, inviting me to come close.
I lay on her and scooted my arms under her shoulders, resting on my elbows. Her tits were contained between my arms and my chest.
“I love the feel of the hair on your chest against me, Karl,” she whispered.
“You excite me everywhere I touch you. Does this mean cool-headed conversation is not on the menu now?”
“Stop talking sense. I’ve already lost all willingness to be reasonable.
Just do it.”
We smooched intensely. Our libido rose. Our kisses became more demanding. I moved away from her mouth and dragged my lips along her neck and across her chest. She lifted her nreasts up so I could nuzzle and suckle her nipples. I put one knee between her thighs. She spread her legs. Her soft belly undulated gently against me. I pressed my full erection hard against her upper thigh.
“Let me look at you from the vantage of point of a true lover,” I whispered. Getting on my knees between her thighs, I pulled her knees up and placed my cock on her lower belly. Then, I scooted as close to her her as I could get. Reaching down, I filled my hands with her breasts and ran my fingers gently over her prickling nipples. I felt her her hands up and down my arms, then across my chest, and down to my cock. She pressed me firmly against her belly, fully charging the pleasure circuit passing between us.
“Now,” she whispered. I pulled back just far enough that she could control completely what she wanted to do next. Her grasp was sure as she spread more of her wetness on my tip. We took our time, but she made it very clear with her increased undulations, lifting her butt higher and higher, that I was to fill her. I let her make the first penetrating moves which took about half of me. Then, I met her upward thrusts with my own and slipped fully inside again. I held here hips down with my full weight now and let her feel the effect of every throb of my heart.
Joan seemed determined to have all that I could give her this time. Her passion was in full bloom and her strength surprised me as she lifted my middle off the ground with her pelvis.
“Hold still,” I said. I pulled my knees up on either side of her hips and fondled her. Little quivers developed at the corners of her mouth. Her nostrils flared. Her chest rose and fell with every deepening gasps for air. Her tits felt enlarged. I felt her pussy contract as she entered the grand hall of orgasms; spontaneous, pleasure-giving undulating caresses of pure pleasure.
Leaning down over her, I placed my elbows beside her ribs, and held her face in my hands. I let myself flatten her breasts while pressing hot kisses to her mouth. Our lips became hyper-expanded. When I raised myself again, she undulated for me to get busy. I pressed into her and planted my hands beside her shoulders.
Looking down at her lovely body, I began to hump slowly and deliberately. “Pull up your knees,” I urged. She put her heels in the sockets behind my knees. This was the moment of acceleration for her, and she said, “There.” Her eyes twinkled. Then, “There. That’s it. Keep it up.” I repeatedly pressed my way into her creamy depths. It seemed that she was softer with every thrust.
I looked down at her breasts as they sloshed under the intensity of my humping. All at once, she groaned in a deep, raspy voice, “Yes. Yes. Do it to me,” as she widened the spread of her legs. I could not press any deeper nor come any closer.
Her guttural voice became urgent. “Tell me that you will marry me in strong actions, Karl. Come in strong. Tell me with full f . . . ,” she gasped. “Tell me with full . . . ,” she gasped again. Her nostrils flared her eyes closed as she rolled her head from side to side. “Take me like the man I believe you to be,” she managed to finish her demand.
I pulled back almost to the tip, then plowed in again. I was surprised that I did not yet have the rush of climax, and Joan was writhing in pleasure. The earlier cummings must have taken the edge off. Our passion was supremely intense now. I lowered my head and kissed her and felt myself rising to a more extended, more expanded hardness yet. In the heat of her climaxes, I began to wonder if I was hurting her. To test this, I slowed down.
“Oh, my God! Karl, that’s good too,” she gasped.
I was having difficulty getting enough air myself. While she seemed to be on an endless orgasmic roll, I felt no chill of the evening air. The moonlight had turned to silver, and we were in its spotlight. I was humping hard enough that my hips slapped her butt with every thrust. The sight of her tits jostling sent a surge through me. I was short winded, but now she begged for more. The thunder in my ears blocked out all other senses.
Joan opened her eyes wide. “God! How can you do it? You . . . ” she gasped repeatedly for air now, “ ugh, . . . you keep me coming. Ugh, . . . Ugh. Uggggghhh.”
I thought my head would burst as my full load shot into her pulsating chasm of love, filling every inch of her well. She must have felt the change in contact and warm wetness. I lunged into her fullness spasticly, the rhythm broken now. Several more spastic irregular lunges pressed my full extension as I reeled under the most incredible wave of pleasure until time stood still.
When I recovered enough to focus again, I looked down into her moist eyes. She was still pulsating gently beneath me, fully impaled. I didn’t want to ever leave the source of such intense pleasure, although I began to feel weariness in my arms. She must have sensed that I was tiring, and pulled me down on top of her. Lowering myself to her face again, we drained the cup of passion with long, wet, flabby kisses. The humping slowed and finally stopped.
She spoke softly, “Columbus discovered America. Balboa discovered the Pacific Ocean. but I just discovered ultimate pleasure. Can you believe it? I’m holding a man who is seven feet tall with hands big enough to hold basketballs, and we just spent the most romantic moment of my life together.”
Finally, I became more than monosyllabic again. “I am not sure I understand all of this, but you’re the most beautiful person I know. You are pure pleasure. Never in my youth could I have imagined what it would be like to have you? I am the luckiest man alive.”
Joan lowered her legs until she could put her feet on the quilt again but kept her knees up. I laid my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. “There, Joan. Does this clear any question you might have about me marrying you?”
“Oh, Karl. I am afraid this is just a dream. I feel as though I really am the beautiful princess and you really are Prince Charming. Life can’t possibly be like this.” She sniffed and tears started down her cheeks.
“Right now, I am drunk again with your nearness. Let me stay here forever. This is really beautiful, . . . wonderful, . . . all encompassing.”
She was quiet for a few moments. Then, she began rocking me from side to side. “Beautiful, yes I know,” she sniffed, “but tomorrow we have to face reality again.”
“Do you think we are damaged merchandise now?”
“No, Karl. We will rest and rise again for each new day.”
“Joan,” I said, “You are beautiful beyond description. I can see you glowing in the moonlight.”
“Keep the memory of this moment clearly in your heart, Karl. Somehow, I believe that we will need to remember how boldly we started when life gets tough.”
“I promise,” I said. Then with a more philosophical understanding, I offered, “I think this place is not really marked on a pleasure map. We will have to re-discover it together when we want moments like this.”
The moon was high above the trees when we began to feel the chill of the fresh night breeze.
The drive to Joan’s took only 10 minutes. She was ready, and we were off. We stopped for a quick pick-up meal and ate on the way to the lake. I pulled the car to a stop on the Eastern Shore. The sun was low in the western
sky, but it was still warm. “Let’s walk to the dam and back,” I said. “I need to let this burger settle before we go swimming.” “Good idea. I don’t want to have to prove my life saving skills on you tonight,” she laughed. She took my hand and matched me stride for stride. We cow-stepped down the trail and chatted incessantly.
Hi! This story makes sense only if you can accept the unexpected explosion of passion Joan and I experienced one evening at the beach on Powers Lake. It converted us from chums to lovers instantly.
After graduating from high school, we went away to college. Joan was a student at Eastern State University in Whitehall and I was working on my Bachelor of Arts degree at Bates University 60 miles north in Clarkston. After our junior year in college, we both took summer jobs at Williams Furniture Company, working as inventory clerks. Joan’s uncle owned the company. Our college careers allowed us a date about once a month when we could both be in town at the same time on weekends.
Last night was one of those weekends when we doubled with Bob and Glenda. After a movie we dined at at an upscale restaurant and then went to Glenda’s house to play games: poker, blackjack, crazy 8, bridge, and pinochle. Then, we played Monopoly until we were giddy. To heighten the stakes, we included our clothes as barter for cash in Monopoly. I took the short end of the game, losing my shirt, pants, shoes and socks, leaving only my shorts for cover. Joan lost everything except her bra and panties. Glenda was the big winner. She also had Bob’s shirt and shoes before we quit.
Then, we went to breakfast before splitting up. After dropping Joan off at her house, I went home and zonked out in the sack. When I woke up, I discovered that it was late afternoon. I sat on the edge of my bed wondering if I should get up at all. My brain was foggy, and I ached all over. I looked in the mirror. I was a mess.
“Hey! kid,” I said to myself in the mirror, “you need to make yourself presentable for Joan tonight. Like, swimming under water until you surprise her from behind.”
Thinking about what I just said, I began to wonder what we would really do on a beech and in a lake by ourselves. Then, I remembered the sight of her in bra and panties. “God! What a beautiful body.” Though I had squirting hot teens pressed against her occasionally, I never deliberately felt of her with my hands just to see if she would romantically respond. Now I wondered why not? A pat on the fanny was as far as it had ever gone. Joan was fun to be with.
Effervescence surrounded her. She was comfortable with everybody. No situation seemed too much for her. She was the kind of person you wanted to be around, and I wanted to be around her lot. I was becoming very fond of her; maybe not in love yet, but very fond of her. I shaved, showered, and dressed. Cam live girl
A friend of mine owned a large farm bordering the Powers Lake reservoir, and he let me use his private beach on the Eastern Shore. The beach was only five years old. Every summer the state Democratic Party held a picnic there. Flowing from a fresh spring only two miles upstream, the reservoir was fed by Kitten Creek, and it was cool most of the time.
Okay. Now you know who we are and where we are. So, on with the story.
“I just don’t want any stomach cramp to spoil our evening,” I answered.
“Better to be safe than sorry, I say.”
“Mentioning being safe than sorry,” Joan digressed, “Bob and Glenda had a narrow escape a while back. She got wild with him one night while she was ”fragrant;” you know, those few days when she is at peak passion and really could get pregnant.”
“That’s a different kind of being safe. I get the impression that neither of them would worry about getting her pregnant, though. They would probably just get married, set up housekeeping, and raise a dozen kids.”
“I bet they will anyway. Bob is tired of school and has a fine job with Central Plumbing. Glenda will probably continue to play Vatican roulette to lead him down the aisle.”
“She busts his nuts? . . . like regularly?”
“Seems like it.”
“She tells you stuff like this?” Reality show sex xxx
“Girl talk.”
“Did you see how she played to win last night?” I asked. “She was on her way to stripping him.”
“As I remember, you were the one she stripped. Besides, she didn’t have to play games with us to get him stripped.”
“Weren’t you down to bare essentials, too?”
“That didn’t bother me. I’m confident whether I’m dressed or undressed.”
“Do you mean that you don’t mind being exposed?”
“Mind? Yes. It’s just how I’m exposed. If it’s my idea, that’s fine. If it isn’t my choice, then, of course, I’m uncomfortable.”
“I certainly like what you exposed last night.”
“You like seeing my skin?”
“Lots of it.”
“Well, that’s interesting. I’ve known you for six years. We’ve dated off and on for four years. You’ve seen me in bathing suits, formal gowns with plunging necklines, and see-through blouses. There isn’t much more to see except what was still covered last night. Just in case you haven’t thought about it, there’s a lot more to me than what you can see on the outside.”
“I know that. It’s just that I have the idea that being naked means you are more than just there. It seems to mean that you want to be there and are available. Know what I mean?”
“No, I don’t. I’m no more available when I have no clothes on than when I’m fully dressed. In fact, there are times when I am all dressed up that I feel a lot more exciting or excited than when I am undressed.”
“Maybe that is because of where you are.”
“Yep. When I’m undressed, I’m usually all alone, taking a bath or something like that.”
“So, is there something extra special to being with someone and being naked at the same time?”
“Perhaps.” She paused for a few moments. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”
“I think that every red-blooded American boy would like to see the girls without clothes on. We go around thinking about them that way a lot; even at school and at church.”
“Fantasy,” Joan said with a sigh.
“I think all boys do it. Do you ever fantasize?”
“Yes. I like to fantasize about being with a huge man, with shoulders three feet wide, and hands large enough to hold a basket ball. He stands almost seven feet tall and dresses elegantly, like a medieval prince. He whisks me away on his white steed, and we live happily ever after.”
“With or without sex?”
“Oh, well, that too. You know, we stop at a cozy little forest cottage for the night and share one of those explosive, humping good times that leave us completely exhausted in each others arms. We wake with the sun coming through the window and dine on fresh blueberries and wild apples. You know, . . . the usual mushy stuff.”
“The usual mushy stuff, huh? Any of those thoughts turn you on?”
“Well, I got turned on once reading a story out of a PLAYWITH magazine. I knew it was just fiction that someone made up. It was easy reading, but it got my pulse up enough that my heart was beating fast, my breath came hot and heavy, and my panties were wet with passion juice.”
“Do pictures of naked men turn you on?”
“Never saw one that did.”
“Seen many?”
“No. Only a few. The pictures were of guys all limp. A girl can’t evaluate potential sexual prowess by looking at a soft cock.”
“Most guys I know will look at pictures of naked women all day.”
“Waste!” she snorted. “Waste of time. Why don’t you invest that energy in a real woman? One who could really make your pulse rises. If I had my choice of looking at a picture or exploring my options with a real man, I would go for the man, Karl.”
“So, you fantasize about a guy that’s seven feet tall and can hold basketballs in each hand. You’re only about 5 feet, 3 inches tall. Don’t like looking at a picture, except it’s all in your mind? Then, if you met a real man, . . . maybe one like me, . . . could that mean that a guy like me would be a fast turn-off, never being able to fulfill your fantasy?”
Joan squeezed my hand and stopped on the trail. “Karl, I would rather have you than any fantasy any day.” She took my other hand and faced me. Leaning back until our arms were fully extended, she studied my face without speaking.
I caught my breath. “I’m sorry, Joan. I wasn’t picking a fight, I just...”
She pulled me to her and whispered, “Kiss me, then.” Show me that you weren’t trying to pick a fight. Show me that you would rather be romantic than brutish.”
I felt a rushing in my ears, and we kissed again and again. We were at least a quarter mile away from the car.
“This is no place to be romantic,” I thought.
Joan’s lips felt different somehow. Our perfunctory kisses at her front door were never like this. What was passing between us now was electrifying. When we parted for air, her eyes danced. She put her arms around my waist and pulled herself as close to me as she could.
“When you were down to your shorts last night, I wondered if you ever got excited enough to get hard. I tried to peek but couldn’t look under the table without being too obvious. When you stood up to dress, I was amazed to see that you were still calm. Do you ever get excited enough that it gets hard?”
“Like right now, you mean?” I watched her eyes as I pressed myself firmly against her belly. They grew wider and a sly smile formed on her lips. “I wasn’t sure, Karl, . . . until now.”
We started down the trail again, and talked about all of the guys in the group.
“Some were known to be straight,” she said, “but we wondered about some. Of the three of the guys who were never known to show any physical passion; you were one who was in doubt.”
Finally, I came back to the real question I wanted to ask. “Then, ...do all of the girls in our gang know about this?”
“Over time, we’ve compared notes on the essentials. We’ve checked our own passions in the process, getting close and warm enough to validate to potential, and a few have lost their heads enough to know that it really works. It’s an unwritten rule of conduct among close friends. Know who is straight, who is kinky, who is gay, and who is dysfunctional.”
“God!,” I sputtered. “This is borderline conspiracy.”
“You guys all do it, too. Locker room talk is scandalous. It sacrifices many a girl before she knows her way around. I read a report last month by a behavioral research scientist, who put it something like, ‘a guy tells in exaggerated, glowing prose his exploits of the night when he thrusts his foot-long dong into her pulsating pussy, groping her double-D boobs while orgasm after orgasm propels them into orbit.’ Such exaggerations get around and the girl’s reputation is devastated.”
“...and it’s not devastating for the guys,” I finished her thought.
“When I hear something like that, I question if such things are even possible. Most girls aren’t really experienced enough to behave like a mature woman in full bloom. I’ve heard older women say that it really takes a while to learn how to be a good lover.”
I stopped her again. “Want to validate me?” I pulled her close and kissed her again. We just stood there, groping. When I caught my breath, I looked down at her breasts resting on my chest and told her, “I was wondering the same thing about you, Joan. Though we have been pressed close in some car rides with our gang, I never knew if you were aroused by our closeness.”
“That’s because we had to keep our senses. Too many people around can be a great wet blanket for erotic feelings.”
“You know something? I always dreamed of being romantic on the living room couch with a warm fire crackling to keep off the evening chill. I would have a blanket handy to throw on the floor. We could even strip and roll up in it.”
“Great idea, Karl,” she giggled. “I think I’d like to try that sometimes”
“Instead, we’re in the middle of nowhere, and I’m hot enough to fry eggs on my head.”
“That’s okay. This is exciting.”
“Come on. Let’ go over to that tree stump and sit down,” I said. We circled our arms and walked in opposing steps (like two people in a three-legged race). I was really excited. Our hips and thighs bumped with every step.
Her closeness was getting to me.
“Let’s sit here.” The stump was left after a cutting long enough ago the top had aged completely into a mottled gray. The trees covered the sky all around us, with the late afternoon slits of light breaking through in golden rays. A small stream about 15 yards away gurgled as it bounced past on its way to the lake.
Then I had a sobering thought. “Uh, Joan, I really didn’t invite you out here to take advantage of you in any way. I just wanted to spend the evening with you relaxing on the beach. This walk has taken a turn that I had not prepared for. If you feel uncomfortable with anything we’re doing, just say ‘stop’ and I will back off.”
Joan looked deep into my eyes. “Karl, I’m feeling a lot of emotion right now ear voices screaming, ‘Get out of here. Don’t you know better than to get one-on-one with a man?’ ”
I pulled her into a long embrace. Our lips lingered, searching. Joan turned her head and whispered in my ear.
“This is as far as I have ever gone before. Just a little petting and a long, wet kiss once.”
“Me too,” I admitted with a giggle. “Want to go with me to a higher level?” She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes was one of eager expectation rather than fear of the unknown.
I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped her in my arms, taking my time. She swung her legs over my lap and held me tightly around my waist. We felt and groped, seeking bare skin. Our lips seemed glued. They became softer. Joan followed my lead when I parted my lips. We passed from smooching to feeding on our mutual passions. Kissing was now much more intense. I could hear her breath in my ear. My heart was pounding furiously. Neither of us could keep still.
I managed to get her shirt free at the waist and felt beneath for bare flesh. Just then she let out a soft moan within her throat, I thought I would burst. I continued to fumble for flesh. She let me unbuttoned her blouse. She rolled her head back as I pulled the blouse wide open, her cleavage prominently displayed in a lacy white bra. I trailed my fingers deep into the gap and slowly stroked her soft, firm flesh. God! Feeling her was heavenly.
“Let me help,” she urged. She straightened up and pulled her blouse over her head. Quickly unhooking her bra, she was stripped to the waist. “Like my skin, Karl?” she asked with a grin.
“Love what I see.” I ran my hands over her shoulders, down to her elbows, over her belly, and finally fondled her for the first time. I never said a word, but the look in her eyes was confirmation enough to continue.
“Comfortable with all this?” I asked.
“Never done this before,” she said with an impish grin. “It’s not quite like I fantasized. I feel like I’m blushing all over to let you see me naked.”
“Remember, you can stop any time.”
“Yeah, but, ...it sounds too much like parental advice.”
“Do you want us to go up into the pines where we for sure won’t be seen?” I pulled her close and kissed her. I loved the way she lingered with my lips.
“No. Let’s don’t break the spell.”
We cuddled, fondled, and kissed. The spiraling sensation in my head slowed and I caught my breath again. Joan half turned in my arms and leaned away a little.
“I’m adjusting. I like the way you make me feel. In fact, it somehow feels quite natural being here with you, even exposed like this. Just touch me lightly, though. My nipples feel very sensitive right now.”
“I like the way they are extended.” I cupped her breasts, letting them heavily fill each hand. “Like this?” I asked.
I leaned her back when I kissed her this time. She trailed her fingers up my thighs and into my crotch, reaching inquisitively for the hard bundle in my jeans.
“Let’s free the captive, Joan. Want to open it yourself, or shall I reveal it for you?”
She didn’t answer at first. Then, she stood up. “Do it for me in full view.”
I pulled my tee shirt off and dropped my jeans. My shorts were stretched to the limit. When I pulled them down, I stood at full attention; straight out for her. Her eyes were wide as she reached out her hand.
“Let me feel.” She explored me from the tip to bottom of my balls. “It sure is hard, and it’s swelled much larger than I ever imagined from the pictures in text books.”
I let her examine me until she started tantalizing me with her touch.
“Does touching you make you excited and hard like this?” she asked.
“Excite me?” I answered rhetorically. “You hadn’t touched me when you first felt it in my pants back there on the trail. I was already excited.”
“Now I’m really confused,” she giggled. “This is a whole lot larger than a tampon.”
“Worried?
“Yeah,” she drawled. “Something like that.”
“A tool has to be right to do the job it was designed for,” I said cautiously. “Take you time. Find out for yourself.”
We sat on the stump again while she explored every inch over and over again.
“What makes it hard? I never knew it if you were ever excited with me before.”
I let her linger with her fingers. “I guess we never thought about having one-on-one fun with each other like this.” She ran her hand down and cupped my balls.
“Does this hurt, Karl?” she wanted to know.
“No. You’re being gentle.”
I fondled her breasts and lightly teased her tits again. Standing up slowly, she pushed her shorts down, panties and all. We stood facing each other for a moment then burst out laughing from the tension.
“Get the rest of those things off and sit back down,” she grinned.
I cleared myself of the rest of my clothes and sat down again. She pushed my knees together enough to straddle my thighs. Then, she put her hands behind my neck and coupled them together.
“Please, don’t rush,” she said breathy. “Let’s take this slow and easy. I’ve never had a man before.” She leaned forward and kissed me. I instinctively put my hands on her butt and pressed her with the tips of my fingers.
“Feel my tits,” she begged. “Touch them gently with the tips of your fingers and fondle them slowly and lightly.” Our kisses seemed to last forever. Joan began to inch herself up my thighs, stopping when she was close enough to feel my cock pressing against her belly.
“What do I do now, Karl?”
I leaned back on my hands. “Why don’t you scoot close enough to press your soft pussy against me? Then you can adjust to how it feels against my hardness.”
She did as I said. Shortly our pubes were pressing tightly. She wiggled her hips and prodded against the base of my rigid tool until she parted her wet pussy lips with it. She raised herself a bit and slithered back and forth along my cock and made me almost as slick as she.
“Now,” I said slowly, “when you’re ready, pull up high enough to get up on top. Take lots of time for this. Don’t get in a hurry to get me inside.”
Rising, she positioned herself and wiggled her hips just enough to part her vaginal lips over the tip of my tool. I shifted my weight and took my penis in my hand, plowing the length of her vulva until we were both quite slick with her juices.
“I think I’m ready, Karl.” Placing her hands on my shoulders, she said, “I now see why a girl needs a man with broad shoulders.”
Then, she grimaced. “Here goes.” Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself just enough to penetrate a bit and stop. She grimaced again. “This is a test of will as much as it’s a test of everything else.”
This time she undulated her hips just enough to feel more of me inside. The wiggling seemed to allow her to stretch at her own pace as she settled down. Her legs began to quiver. “Gotta get my breath for a moment,” she gasped. “My legs are beginning to hurt.” She pulled away slightly and rested her weight on my thighs.
I thought for a moment she was reconsidering and might call it off. She was doing all of the hard work. I kept my hands on the stump to steady both of us. She had me bent back in an awkward position, but I luxuriated in her warm, wet pleasures. Without standing up again, she undulated until I was about half way inside.
“There,” she said. “I feel full of you.” She looked down at our mingled hairs. “Golly, you’re so hard.”
I tensed my thighs to lift her slightly and relaxed them to let her down. The movement was small, but it was enough for me to gently move in and out. She looked down again, seemingly fascinated that she had consumed me. We kept these slight motions going for a while. She kept looking down.
“This is beginning to feel like it could be fun.” She did not rush.
“Let’s see if I can get you further in,” she said almost academically. We were well lubricated now and she pushed forward several times until she could not see any space between us now. I was impaled completely inside.
“Wow!” she exclaimed with a tremendous exhale. “I’m fully had now, Karl.
You’re all the way in. What do you feel?”
“It feels great,” I said imitating Tony the Tiger. “You’re everywhere.
You are pure pleasure.”
“It sure is. Wow!”
“You didn’t hesitate to take me on,” I said soberly. “You do realize I’m fully loaded, you know.”
She smiled. “That’s the most exhilarating part. I am at high risk now. I can’t let myself go, but inside something is screaming for me to just abandon myself to the wind; to drink fully of this passion.” She stopped talking for a moment.
“There is something else which I can’t define. It might have to do with stolen fruit.”
“Do you feel that I have stolen you?”
“No, . . . and I didn’t steal you either. It has to do with taking you when I am technically not supposed to. It’s a I get to have you but I can’t keep you kind of thing.”
“Is that the stolen fruit part?”
“Not quite, because you will still be here. Stolen fruit is eaten and then it’s gone. You get me, but I’ll still be here. It’s something else that makes the heart quicken and the pussy juicy. Do you feel that way, too, Karl?”
I was so electrified I could hardly contain myself. “Joan, I like this much too much. I’m so hot right now that, even if you never get into full humping motions, I will still burst inside of you, giving us time to wonder about pregnancy.”
“We won’t have to wonder very long. I’m as regular as the moon.”
“So how far are you into the month?”
She thought for a moment. “Maybe 10 days. I’ve been off the pad for three or four days.”
“Well, you have a loaded Vatican cannon pointed right at your baby carriage. The fuse has been lit and could go off any time. If it does, the moon will rise to look down on a new baby forming.”
“You’re afraid, aren’t you Karl?”
“Not afraid, but very concerned. We haven’t even talked of marriage and babies, and here we are poised to start the whole process of life.”
“Don’t worry so much. I won’t be in full bloom for another three or four days.”
I was bittersweet. I knew that I should get her off of me. I knew one of us should be sensible and use our heads. “Let’s not play the fool. I would much rather take another month or two to talk about a lot of other things that make for a good marriage.”
“Okay. What more can I offer?” She shifted slightly, exciting my ever rising passion. “We’ve known each other much longer than most people who marry. We enjoy being with each other. We know now that we have no physical impediments. You are strong enough to carry me and let me steady myself on your shoulders. Can you think of anything else that we need before we decide to get married?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Time to think about it with a clear head. I’m drunk with your wine. Your charms are completely spread before me, begging for fulfillment. I can’t get two thoughts in order. All I can think about is what happens when I shoot you full of cum and it all happens as God designed it. The two of us become three of us before the sun rises.”
“Okay.” Joan said quietly. “I’m the blabber mouth, talking when I should be listening, and you’re the one who’s acting responsibly.”
“I want to be able to take you exactly as God made you on our wedding night. I want to be able to give you my full load without having to wonder if it is the right thing to do. I want you to be able to accept it with full excitement that this might just be the load that starts our family.”
“Now you’re beginning to sound like someone making sense,” Joan said.
She undulated her hips with enough action to pull half-length strokes.
“Guess I better . . .”
“Oh, God!” I exclaimed and pushed her up just far enough to pop out. The whoosh of cumming sent my head whirling. My load spurted up between us. Fascinated, she slid her butt down against the base of my cock and watched the cum run down into the bowl that we made with our bodies jambed together.
As the spinning in my head faded, and I felt the warm afterglow settle in. I did not feel Joan’s weight on my thighs. I did not feel the pain in my arms from leaning back on my hands for too long.
Joan reached down and got some cum on her finger and put it up to her nose to smell it. “Sort of salty, isn’t it?” she said matter of factly. She swiped my juices with her hand and rubbed it on her butt. I was still hard.
“How do you make it go soft?” she asked.
“It goes down all by itself after a while.”
“Is it hard enough to let me have some pleasure yet. I’m still hot, Karl. I still want you.”
“Okay, but be careful. I don’t know how long before I will be ready to explode again.”
My shoulders and neck began to hurt. There was no place to lay Joan. I asked her to stand up and turn around. “Now, come down on me again like you were before, except with your back to me.” She settled slowly, fully. I put one hand under one of her breasts and fingered her with my other hand. She rose quickly and went into orgasm. She grabbed my hand tightly to her breast and let the rhythmic strokes send her orbiting into pure delight.
For some reason, I did not feel a rush to cum again. So, I let her just enjoy the moment of discovery. “First time for you, too?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she answered softly. “It’s a wonderful feeling. Can we do it again?”
“The sun has set. It will be dark soon, Joan,” I said quietly. “Let’s go back to the beach.”
Joan stood up, wiping her hands on her belly. “The water will feel good to both of us.” She picked up her clothes and put on her shoes.
I picked up my clothes and started to put them on, but Joan stopped me.
“Stay just as you are. We will walk hand in hand and see if the fresh air will clear our heads. I want to see if I feel any different after the loving, when the real world begins to settle back in.”
She made no sense to me but took my hand as we walked to the car. It was gathering twilight now. I took my towels and the quilt, dropping them at the water’s edge. As I slipped out of my shoes again, Joan blew me a kiss and waded out until she was waist deep. I joined her and we rubbed all of the sticky stuff off.
We waded in until the water was up to her shoulders. “Look, Karl. My tits float,” she giggled. I pulled her close, being sure to brush against her nipples.
“Uhmmm.” she moaned softly. “ I could keep you just to make the goose bumps come up. Just think, I almost thought that you were a dead-end kid.”
“Not much chance of that. There is another clear-air issue for us to discuss.”
“What now, maestro?”
“We broke the ice. Once something like this starts, it does not stop unless some significant event intervenes. From now on, I will try to feel you up, to get you excited enough to want to lay with me again and again. I might not be strong in my resolve next time. Next time, I just might release the full load without hesitating or pulling out.”
“You’re right,” she said, pulling me close enough to put her arms around my waist and flatten her tits against my chest. “I’ve crossed the line, too. I want you. I want all of you. I want the cum. I want the climax, the orgasm, the whole shooting star. If I get pregnant, I want to have your child. I want the baby to call me mommie and you daddy. I want to be your wife. That’s all.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her chin up and kissed her again and again. The water was cool but our passions were intense.
“Joan, isn’t this backward? Isn’t the man supposed to ask the woman to marry him?”
“Opps. That’s right. Sorry, I forgot,” she giggled. Her giggling and laughter were quite contagious.
“Joan. Will you marry me? I will try my best to be a faithful husband to you and a kind and generous father to our children.”
“Won’t you offer to climb some mountains, swim a wide river, or cross a hot desert for me?” she teased. “That’s the way they do it in the movies.” Her smile was almost lost in the dim light of deep dusk.
“I’ve already climbed a mountain higher than Mount Everest. Pulling free was more difficult than climbing the highest mountain. I did that for you, Joan. Nothing would please me more than to have you without restrictions. You must know that. I did it for you.”
“That sounds noble, Karl. Do you really love me enough to keep from getting me pregnant when I ought not to be pregnant? Like tonight?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you love me enough to get me pregnant when I want to be?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you love me enough to work hard to support me and our children, in good and bad times both?”
“Yes, I will.”
Joan pulled up tight and kissed me again and again. We stayed in the cool water until it was completely dark. As the full moon came over the oaks, we must have looked like two spooks in the yellow light. Joan’s teeth started chattering and some of her leg muscles were jittery, too.
“I think we need to get out and dry off. I’m cold now,” she said.
I took her in my arms and carried her to shore, laying her on the blanket.
“Maybe we are cooled down enough to ask some hard questions.”
No,” she said emphatically. “This evening breeze just makes us feel cool. I’m still too high to touch the ground.”
We dried on the large towels. The sand beneath the blanket was soft. I fetched my bag and a portable radio from the car and set them beside the quilt, tuning in some soft music.
“Keep it low, Karl,” she said. “We don’t want to attract unnecessary pests tonight. You know, the two-legged kind.”
“That wouldn’t be suitable,” I grinned.
“Come on,” she urged, lying back on the quilt. “You’re wasting time.”
She reached up, inviting me to come close.
I lay on her and scooted my arms under her shoulders, resting on my elbows. Her tits were contained between my arms and my chest.
“I love the feel of the hair on your chest against me, Karl,” she whispered.
“You excite me everywhere I touch you. Does this mean cool-headed conversation is not on the menu now?”
“Stop talking sense. I’ve already lost all willingness to be reasonable.
Just do it.”
We smooched intensely. Our libido rose. Our kisses became more demanding. I moved away from her mouth and dragged my lips along her neck and across her chest. She lifted her nreasts up so I could nuzzle and suckle her nipples. I put one knee between her thighs. She spread her legs. Her soft belly undulated gently against me. I pressed my full erection hard against her upper thigh.
“Let me look at you from the vantage of point of a true lover,” I whispered. Getting on my knees between her thighs, I pulled her knees up and placed my cock on her lower belly. Then, I scooted as close to her her as I could get. Reaching down, I filled my hands with her breasts and ran my fingers gently over her prickling nipples. I felt her her hands up and down my arms, then across my chest, and down to my cock. She pressed me firmly against her belly, fully charging the pleasure circuit passing between us.
“Now,” she whispered. I pulled back just far enough that she could control completely what she wanted to do next. Her grasp was sure as she spread more of her wetness on my tip. We took our time, but she made it very clear with her increased undulations, lifting her butt higher and higher, that I was to fill her. I let her make the first penetrating moves which took about half of me. Then, I met her upward thrusts with my own and slipped fully inside again. I held here hips down with my full weight now and let her feel the effect of every throb of my heart.
Joan seemed determined to have all that I could give her this time. Her passion was in full bloom and her strength surprised me as she lifted my middle off the ground with her pelvis.
“Hold still,” I said. I pulled my knees up on either side of her hips and fondled her. Little quivers developed at the corners of her mouth. Her nostrils flared. Her chest rose and fell with every deepening gasps for air. Her tits felt enlarged. I felt her pussy contract as she entered the grand hall of orgasms; spontaneous, pleasure-giving undulating caresses of pure pleasure.
Leaning down over her, I placed my elbows beside her ribs, and held her face in my hands. I let myself flatten her breasts while pressing hot kisses to her mouth. Our lips became hyper-expanded. When I raised myself again, she undulated for me to get busy. I pressed into her and planted my hands beside her shoulders.
Looking down at her lovely body, I began to hump slowly and deliberately. “Pull up your knees,” I urged. She put her heels in the sockets behind my knees. This was the moment of acceleration for her, and she said, “There.” Her eyes twinkled. Then, “There. That’s it. Keep it up.” I repeatedly pressed my way into her creamy depths. It seemed that she was softer with every thrust.
I looked down at her breasts as they sloshed under the intensity of my humping. All at once, she groaned in a deep, raspy voice, “Yes. Yes. Do it to me,” as she widened the spread of her legs. I could not press any deeper nor come any closer.
Her guttural voice became urgent. “Tell me that you will marry me in strong actions, Karl. Come in strong. Tell me with full f . . . ,” she gasped. “Tell me with full . . . ,” she gasped again. Her nostrils flared her eyes closed as she rolled her head from side to side. “Take me like the man I believe you to be,” she managed to finish her demand.
I pulled back almost to the tip, then plowed in again. I was surprised that I did not yet have the rush of climax, and Joan was writhing in pleasure. The earlier cummings must have taken the edge off. Our passion was supremely intense now. I lowered my head and kissed her and felt myself rising to a more extended, more expanded hardness yet. In the heat of her climaxes, I began to wonder if I was hurting her. To test this, I slowed down.
“Oh, my God! Karl, that’s good too,” she gasped.
I was having difficulty getting enough air myself. While she seemed to be on an endless orgasmic roll, I felt no chill of the evening air. The moonlight had turned to silver, and we were in its spotlight. I was humping hard enough that my hips slapped her butt with every thrust. The sight of her tits jostling sent a surge through me. I was short winded, but now she begged for more. The thunder in my ears blocked out all other senses.
Joan opened her eyes wide. “God! How can you do it? You . . . ” she gasped repeatedly for air now, “ ugh, . . . you keep me coming. Ugh, . . . Ugh. Uggggghhh.”
I thought my head would burst as my full load shot into her pulsating chasm of love, filling every inch of her well. She must have felt the change in contact and warm wetness. I lunged into her fullness spasticly, the rhythm broken now. Several more spastic irregular lunges pressed my full extension as I reeled under the most incredible wave of pleasure until time stood still.
When I recovered enough to focus again, I looked down into her moist eyes. She was still pulsating gently beneath me, fully impaled. I didn’t want to ever leave the source of such intense pleasure, although I began to feel weariness in my arms. She must have sensed that I was tiring, and pulled me down on top of her. Lowering myself to her face again, we drained the cup of passion with long, wet, flabby kisses. The humping slowed and finally stopped.
She spoke softly, “Columbus discovered America. Balboa discovered the Pacific Ocean. but I just discovered ultimate pleasure. Can you believe it? I’m holding a man who is seven feet tall with hands big enough to hold basketballs, and we just spent the most romantic moment of my life together.”
Finally, I became more than monosyllabic again. “I am not sure I understand all of this, but you’re the most beautiful person I know. You are pure pleasure. Never in my youth could I have imagined what it would be like to have you? I am the luckiest man alive.”
Joan lowered her legs until she could put her feet on the quilt again but kept her knees up. I laid my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. “There, Joan. Does this clear any question you might have about me marrying you?”
“Oh, Karl. I am afraid this is just a dream. I feel as though I really am the beautiful princess and you really are Prince Charming. Life can’t possibly be like this.” She sniffed and tears started down her cheeks.
“Right now, I am drunk again with your nearness. Let me stay here forever. This is really beautiful, . . . wonderful, . . . all encompassing.”
She was quiet for a few moments. Then, she began rocking me from side to side. “Beautiful, yes I know,” she sniffed, “but tomorrow we have to face reality again.”
“Do you think we are damaged merchandise now?”
“No, Karl. We will rest and rise again for each new day.”
“Joan,” I said, “You are beautiful beyond description. I can see you glowing in the moonlight.”
“Keep the memory of this moment clearly in your heart, Karl. Somehow, I believe that we will need to remember how boldly we started when life gets tough.”
“I promise,” I said. Then with a more philosophical understanding, I offered, “I think this place is not really marked on a pleasure map. We will have to re-discover it together when we want moments like this.”
The moon was high above the trees when we began to feel the chill of the fresh night breeze.