We turn to each other. A hand moves to the middle of my thigh, coiling round beneath it. Mine moves, half closed to caress her head, gently tracing her neck enroute. Pulling her close I purse my soft, moist lips, moving to plant a huge lingering kiss on her crimson mouth. No sooner had our lips met, than her tongue forced its way through my teeth, her hand moving up and rubbing my cock. This girl didn't want to make love, she wanted to fuck. If that's what she wanted who was I to argue.
It had been a mad weekend. After the breakup I'd gone camping with a friend. We'd met 3 girls having a break from the city and had spent the previous evening happily drinking and flirting. We were now on our way home after another night of fun and barely disguised innuendo. We chatted as we walked, holding back a little from the others. She stopped to sit on a gate on the country track we were walking, "I've got a stone in my boot. Can you take it off for me?" She held out her left boot. Taking it, I yanked it free and shook it. Nothing fell out. "Sorry," she said holding out the other foot, "I think it's in the other one." I pulled that one off too; again, nothing in it. She sat on the gate, pale and lovely, her eyes looking into the rural night. "Beautiful isn't it?" she drawled.
I pulled myself beside her on the gate, "OK, what's this about?" I asked. Moments later here I am, entwined with this beauty, tongues exploring each other's mouths, hands pulling at clothes in search of flesh.
I dismount the gate, still pulling her blouse from the skirt. I move to stand in front of her, her legs already open to clutch my waist as our bodies meet. In seconds my shirt is gone, buttons torn free, flung into the evening dew. My hand is on her stomach moving purposefully upward toward her breast, the other holding a handful of her hair, pulling her face fully into mine, tongues coiling around each other. I find her breast and pull the bra aside, holding a nipple between fingers I start to stroke it with my thumb; it's already hard and she starts to moan feebly.
I feel my cock harden when the nails of her hands dig into my back. She pulls down hard, taking the skin with them. I push my groin into hers. I move away from our kiss as I pull back on her hair, standing for a moment to see the need in her eyes. My hand moves from her breast to explore its way up her skirt, my head moving forward, teeth locking onto her neck. When my hand reaches her pussy I start to suck at her skin. The moans aren't feeble anymore, "Oh god, yes!" I find her wet knickers and start rubbing a couple of fingers over the fabric, tracing the line of her slit. Drawing her neck into my mouth with greater and greater suction I can feel the pulse of her neck on my lips. My back and shoulders are getting torn to pieces, hands alternating, grabbing and raking down harshly. I only rub harder, locating her clit through the cloth, sucking her neck savagely. "OH GOD! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!"
Her body clenches tighter, an animal scream escaping her lips, long and satisfying to my ears; the silk in my hand turning frictionless, her sex oozing juice. I stop rubbing, and stop sucking. Still holding her hair she sits twitching, breathing in short gasps, eyes unfocused. My trousers and pants are off and at my knees. I reach up to pull her panties aside. She knows what's coming but cannot see, her head still held back. I step forward, she pulls up her skirt. We both gasp as my cock nuzzles her pussy. I rub my exposed glans up and down her soaking vulva. She finds the right moment, tilting her hips forward when my member is at the entrance of her pussy. I buck forward; filling her is one unforgiving motion. She gasps at the sudden invasion, eyes rolling up. I move my hands, grabbing her shoulders as she steadies herself on the gate. Not moving my cock I yank her jacket to her elbows, holding it behind her with one hand, the other tears open her blouse, exposing her smooth skin to the cool summer night. Breathless and wanton she speaks, "Look in the pocket." glancing down to indicate which one. I feel metal and chain there. Pulling the contents out, I find the smallest, daintiest clover clamps on chain. Her bra is at her waist in an instant. She bites her lip as I apply each clamp to her hard nipples, wincing and smiling in equal measure. A wicked grin crosses my face as I pull gently on the chain, savouring her intake of breath for long seconds. I pull on the jacket, jerking her hands from their position on the gate, leaving her completely under my control.
Unbalanced and excited, she moans. I start to move my hips. Long, deep strokes, leaving just the tip in her before push my length slowly and fully back in. Each time the ridge of my helmet catching against the gateway of her womanhood, ensuring that at the limit of each inward movement I grind myself against her clit. Her feet dig into my arse, urging me further inside, surrendering her body to the use I am putting it to, pain and discomfort transformed into fuel for her lust.
I start to quicken the pace. I want this beautiful creature to know that she has been fucked. The rhythm builds while the chain is pulled tighter, nipples drawn away from her chest; my cock pounding into her moist, hungry pussy. Her knees drop down, she wants every millimetre that I can give her, I can feel the hard muscles that guard her womb, but she wants them pressed further. Her clitoris feels the size of a marble, pressing against my flesh with every penetration.
Judging the moment, I start to fuck her in earnest. She is beyond speech now, a toy for my use, there for me to pleasure if I choose. And I do choose. She is ravaging as I ravage her, breasts distended in the moonlight, sheen of sweat held against the crisp night. Then it comes. Her legs tightening on my hips, her head thrown back, body arched so the gate no longer matters, all her weight on my member and her cruelly twisted arms. My thighs burn, I speed up, crashing against her, my will driving us both towards the inevitable.
Our orgasms arrives arrive together, my cock jerking as her muscles tense around it. All thought of technique dissolves, as I pull myself hard into her, thrashing her up and down on my manhood. She is now a plaything to prolong my climax, any pleasure she gets incidental. I stretch her breasts to their limit, her whole body clenching against the pain and pleasure. My orgasm stretches out at right angles to time as I'm aware of her incoherent noises; it holds there, joining with her climax, a weave of passion in the darkness.
Finally we descend, bodies warm and tingling, wracked with cramp and pain, awash with sensation and endorphins. I pull her forward, removing the jacket, holding her in my arms. She wraps her burning limbs around me. I start to go limp, feeling our sexual cocktail start to run slowly down my legs. We kiss again as her legs reach down to the floor, this time the sensual lingering kiss that was my original plan, her hands stroking my chest. She takes a step back. Her nipples swollen and tender I remove the clamps, brushing the palm of my hand over each perfect peak as I do so. She seems to sigh and gasp simultaneously. Then, staring into my eyes the whole time, and tracing her lips with her tongue, she slowly and gracefully gets down on her knees. Grinning warmly at one another, we both know that this is going to be a long night. |
