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She continued to lay there, her form all bare to the elements. Her body shining. All her curves hugging the beach towel, the shadow of them tracing it as she laid. Her eyes closed, she let the sun’s rays beat down on her, tanning her even more. All the while, I watched from the distance of my alcove, an alcove nobody had never found, hidden from all forms of life. Only I knew about it. It was my haven of peace. A haven of peace I built just so I could spy on the one that laid in the white sand on the beach towel. Yes, it was forbidden, but it wouldn’t be forbidden for long. I was going to break it to her I could see her, but for right now, I was intent on just watching her. My timing to break it to her had to be impeccable.

Now she flipped over. Her firm round ass stuck out in the air like a buoy floating on the ocean, but this one was on dry land. A human buoy floating on hot sand taking in the heat of the summer in the only way she wanted to take it in. Naked.

I watched her stay in that position for fifteen minutes and when she had had enough, she flipped back over and this time, I could tell, she was going to do what she usually did to end her beach session. I also knew that was my cue to interrupt.

As she always did, she extended her long bronze colored smooth and silky legs, stretching them out, making them look like they could go on for miles. I could see the muscles in them tense and then relax as she released the tension that obviously felt good to her. Afterwards, bending them at the knees and bringing them up, closed, to her body, hiding the perfectly formed slit she was going to play with, she began to stroke her nipples, slowly, bringing them to attention. I watched them rise under the stimulation as her fingers orbited around her areola, sensitive to her touch, making them pop up even further. Her fingers gave way to her hands as she massaged her breasts, squeezing them, pressing them softly, kneading them in ways that felt good to her. Having satisfied herself up top, she let her arms flop down beside her, the red marked impressions of her fingers upon the soft supple skin of her round projections, her nipples a dark red now as the blood rushed to them, engorging them with vigor.

Her body was now rigid with stimulation and she unclenched her legs, having been together this whole time and when she did, the dampness poured from her sexual cavity. Dripping slightly, the outline of her God given incision shimmered, its lips swollen with desire. Spreading her legs open, wide as they would go, her plump labial flaps unfolded naturally, gaping her tight pussy just enough for me to see the pink insides of it again. I never got enough of seeing it. Never got enough of seeing her pink luscious genital orifice show itself as the drapes hiding the inside of it opened and exposed the lush pliable pudding hiding behind them. No, I would never tire of that.

As I was a little lost in thought as I watched her lay there, I was brought back to my senses as she began to run her hands up and down her thighs. Over and over, her hands rubbed, touching her skin, auburn as it was, in places that needed to be caressed. Over the tops of her thighs, up to her knees, and back down the inside of her thighs, her fingers played, manipulated, stimulated what I could tell was sensual feelings. I heard slight moans escape her horizontal lips and I watched her vertical ones begin to quiver. It was like a small spasm pushing her opening in and out, very slowly, in anticipation of the climax. I intended on giving her a climax; a climax she would remember and all I had to do was use my voice.

She continued with wandering hands and fingers, up and down both thighs, inner and outer, until she couldn’t stand it any longer. She led her right hand down through the short mass of pubes, stroking through it gently and slowly. More moans eluded her in a soft and sensual tone that spoke volumes from the physical enjoyment she was giving herself. I watched her dig her fingernails down through her light brown trimmed triangle, making the curls there stand erect in a desirable fashion. Still whimpering soft sounds of delight, her finger found the top of her delicate vertical smile and began massaging gently. In revolving her finger around the top of it, her clit began to appear, thrusting out from the swathe of fleshy lips that covered it, all shiny from fresh natural juices. And she touched it. Using the naturalness that glisteningly covered it, she ran her fingertip over the sensitive knob that jutted out from her sexual lips and grunted favorably from the sensations. As she worked in small circles around it, her pussy opened up even more, revealing its cherry colored interior. Hot and moist, it quivered with the eagerness of a gentle touch inside. I could see that was her next move and my invitation to be vocal.

I watched her with vigor progress her finger further over her open fleshy divide. She traced the outline of it gently with her finger tip from top to bottom of one side and back up the other. Sighing a deep sexual tone in satisfaction, she slid her middle finger inside her damp cavity and clenched her finger with passion. She pulled it out slightly and then jammed it back up inside her with zeal, feeling it go all the way inside until it made her yell out “Oh shit!” That’s when I finally decided to reveal my voice.

“That’s it, let your finger do your talking!” I exclaimed, letting my voice carry to her.

Suddenly, she removed her finger, clenched her legs together and leaned up with a terrified look on her face. She looked around and I was smiling for I knew that she could not see me. Too scared to try and stand up, she sat there, on her aqua beach towel.

“You won’t find me,” I said, “you can only hear me. I’ve been watching you for a long time now. Making yourself happy. And I have been enjoying every minute of it. Don’t stop. Let me help you.”

“Who are you? Where are you? Why have you been watching me?” She asked as she now held her legs up close to her body, hiding behind them.

“You don’t know me. You don’t need to know me. And I am somewhere you can’t see me. I’ve been in the same place since the first day you walked upon this sand. And I have been watching you because you are beautiful, sexy, and well-proportioned. Plus, seeing you satisfy yourself, satisfies me.”

“Satisfies you? It’s only supposed to satisfy me. This is supposed to be my spot, my own secluded spot. One that I can enjoy myself.” She said, still looking around for me. I began to laugh because I knew she could not find me.

“And you do enjoy it. I’ve seen you enjoy it every time you come here. Is it a crime that I enjoy it too?”

“Well, when I can’t see you, or know you are there, it may be. Spying on someone is a crime you know!” She almost yelled out, but something in her tone held a full yell from forming.

“Aw, I see. Would you rather me come out and help you instead?” I asked her, not wanting that to be my mission, but if she wanted to see me, I would oblige her.

“Since you have seen me so many times, as you say, don’t you think that is only fair?”

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

“Would I have mentioned that if I didn’t? Besides, you might be able to help me.” She said very provocatively.

I thought first of how my plan was beginning to backfire. I wanted to use my voice and help her get off. Tell her what to do. Get the enjoyment of watching her touch herself. But now, she wanted me in person. Don’t get me wrong, I was all for it, but I’ve been watching her for so long now, observing her get off and pleasure herself in ways I could have never imagined a woman doing so, I really didn’t know if it was for the best. Damn, listen to me. I sound like I can only perform sexually through words. Everything on me worked in the proper function. I am a normal man. What the hell am I thinking? This beautiful woman, who had been lying on the beach naked, spread eagle, is now sitting up, hiding what I have already seen and I am standing here in the distance acting like a fool. What kind of fool would even still be standing here? Hell would have to freeze over first for me not to take advantage of what she was offering. My mind was made up.

“Might is not the word honey, will is the correct term.” I said as I stepped out of my usual hiding place.

She didn’t see me at first. I didn’t expect her too. She was still looking around, trying to find from what direction my voice came. But I saw her smile before she said, “Hmm, is that a fact? It takes a lot to please me.”

“Then you will be happy with me. I have a lot to offer!”

At the sound of my voice, she pinpointed me and turned my direction. She smiled, laid her long slender legs back down on the beach towel, exposing her firm round breasts again, and said, “In that case, let me see what I will get to work with!”

I walked towards her. Already getting hard as I walked, she saw the outline of my bulging cock through my swim shorts. Her smile got even wider and she sulkily licked her lips.

“Well, you weren’t lying were you? You definitely have a lot to offer. Come on over here and let me rip those shorts off. I want to feel it get hard as a rock. I want to make it stand up like it has never stood erect before!” She expressed and motioned with her finger for me to come closer.

I finally made it to her, almost hard as could be and she kneeled up, reached inside my swim shorts, tugged at the string and when it was loose, like she said, she literally ripped them off of me, catching the head of my almost hard cock on the elastic band. It bobbed up and down and that was all I needed to feel. After that, it maintained the erect state needed to perform the job. What job that was exactly, I wasn’t sure yet. I was letting her take control.

Still standing, she looked me in the eye and smiled. I looked back into her eyes and smiled as well and then I felt her hand. Her hand wrapped around my erectness and slowly, she began to stroke. I could feel the heat from her hand console the round rigidness of my hard member.

“Does that feel good?” She asked and pursed her lips as she did.

“You better believe it!” I answered.

“Well, if that feels good, then I have something else that will feel even better!” She said with a sigh and proceeded to lay herself down on the beach towel again.

Watching her lay her tanned perfect body down, I began to pulse hard in anticipation. Once she was all the way down on the towel, she looked at me and in one motion, spread her legs wide, revealing to me her still wet pink lips, her clit now poking out of its hood, erect and ready for some attention. The normal thing for any man to do was to position himself in between them and slide right into that pink damp crevice, but that was not what was calling out to me. No, her vertical smile was telling me to do something else.

She watched me kneel down and crawl in between the tanned stems that held her upright. With my hands, I felt the insides of her thighs as I inched up in between, looking at my target prodding out, the satiny moist pink nub pulsing, quivering, for attention. Stroking tenderly, delicately, the baby bottom soft insides of both of her thighs, she knew what I was going to do and in an oh-so-gentle way, she let me know she was ready. The ooze exiting her sexual trap was proof.

I could smell the scent of her arousal, sweet, perfumy and invigorating, as it evaded her now plump labial lips. Damp and puffy, the outer lines of her ripe God given incision sparkled, shining, giving its newly waxed surface a sheen that was almost blinding. And what highlighted it even more was the thin pin stripe above it. I could have just looked at it forever as it stared me in the face, but I was almost getting drunk from the stimulating aroma it was giving off and it would have been wrong not to taste the seraphic liquor that flowed from it.

Touching the tip of my tongue to the bottom where her cavity lips formed the end of such a beautiful piece of delicacy, she shuddered as the warmth of it found that spot. I let her nectar ooze on the tip of my taste buds a minute. Tasting such fresh honey made me wanting more. But I wanted to tantalize her, manipulate her into a frenzy. Up with my tongue, I followed the contour of the right side of her verticalness, savoring the flavor that had collected on it. She began to moan, moans that came from deep within her being. I could hear her let the moans escape her mouth with such ecstasy, such slowness, as if she was biting down on the syllables to make the feeling last even longer.

But, once I got near where her sexual apparatus that made her tingle with even more pleasure was protruding, I switched to the left side, not wanting to touch the tender knob just yet. I still wanted to tease her, make her beg; make her WANT me to taste the pink bud poking out. So, instead I let my tongue wander over her open notch, moist and luscious as it was, running my tongue down the middle of it, spreading the hot pink flaps that so often close it. Tasting the sweet ebb of her self made tide, the waves of fluid landed on the tip of my tongue as I tickled what little of the warm pink pudding I could feel inside her as I traveled the tip up. Moaning and arching her body, she shivered as I reached the top of her damp cleft, where I stopped just short of tasting the sweet kernel still visible, poking out from the fleshy bonnet that formed its hiding place.

I looked up from between her legs. Her body I could see was hot and droplets of moisture had formed on the outer layer, highlighting her tan even more. Her breasts were firm, shaped like two perfectly matched cylindrical orbs where the middle peaks stood erect. Her eyes closed, her face was flushed with a sexual rush that spoke volumes to what I was doing to her. I watched her as I ran my hands up and down her outer thighs. She moved her head back and forth and took her hands and rubbed her taut breasts and erect nipples, gently squeezing them. All the while silent syllables evaded her mouth. I knew it was time to go further. It was time to give her the first climax.

Placing my head once again between her legs, I looked at her perfect perforation and saw her clit, glistening, ready for attention. Immediately, I placed my lips over it, sucked on it, and then gave it a gentle tickle with my tongue. Her legs tensed up and a long loud “mmmmmmmm” escaped her horizontal lips. Hot and fleshy, taut and tasty, I flicked her clit over and over. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her lift her arms and then watched them go rigid, stiffly staying in the air where she raised them. Words this time came out of her mouth. Not so many words, but words that said enough.

“Oh my! Oh God, fuck, fuck fuuuucccckkkk!” she almost screamed, but it instead came out of her mouth as a moaning sigh.

I wanted to snicker, but thought better of that and instead, began massaging my fingertip over her love mound above her clit as I sucked, nibbled, licked, and tasted her. She tasted of fresh strawberries covered in milk chocolate dipped in fresh sweetened heavy cream. Along with the coco-nutty smell that she had spread over her body, the sensations I was getting from her let my imagination run rampant. And it was more than my imagination giving her sensual feelings.

I gave her erect clit more attention. Tickling it, circling around it with the tip of my tongue and enjoying the sexual mixture that eluded her hot canal. I touched her hips with both my hands and that was enough for her. As I did, I felt her body go rigid and her thighs clench around my head, causing my head to bury deeper into the middle pliable part between them. My nose touched her mound of Venus, pressing into it, sending her rigid body into a shivering spasm. Her legs held a firm grip on the sides of my head and all I could do was just keep doing what I was; licking and tickling her hot knob even more.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit! Uh, uh, uuuhhh, uuuunnnnnhhhhh!” she exclaimed and then I felt the grip of her thighs lessen, tasted the ooze of her climatic explosion on my taste buds, and watched her body go limp on the beach towel. I pulled away from between her legs and couldn’t help looking there. Her genital lips were now swollen even more, her clit was still protruding where it was almost pulsing up and down, and her sexual place of entry now gaped open, wider, and I could see the pulse and push of the pinkness inside as her orgasm subsided. As the reflex of pulses pushed outward, the more cum she expelled that just oozed out and traveled down her labia and the crack of her ass and landed on the aqua colored beach towel. I was rock hard seeing that. I was pulsing myself and there was only one other thing for me to do.
I kneeled up, grabbed her legs at the knees and spread them. From her position, she bobbed her head up and saw me kneeling there, saw me fully erect, the head of my cock a deep red, and she sighed deeply, “Fuck me, fuck me now. I want to feel your hard cock inside my wet canal. I want you to pound a rhythm so fierce into me that sends ripples of waves that crash down inside me until my ocean overflows!”

Wasting no time, I moved closer to her hot wet cock slot and once I was in line with it, I took my hard cock in my hand, slapped the underside of it on her still exposed clit. She jerked her body a little from the feel of that and then, taking it again in my hand, I guided the tip over her wet puffy genital lips, found her vaginal opening and position the head of it there. With one swift movement, I shoved inside, feeling the wet walls of sexual desire surround me, envelope me with fire. I felt her clamp down on me as I plunged all the way inside. A little yelp of satisfaction came from her lips as I began to thrust, slowly first, letting her get acclimated to me inside. Three pumps into her though, she wanted more.

“Faster, faster!” She yelled. “Pound me with everything you got!”

Faster and harder, I shoved into her and I could feel the walls of her follow the contour of my hard cock with every slide in and out. I tried not to pull all the way out of her, but with her wanting it faster and harder, I found that I slid out at times, but found my way back inside quickly. Her breasts jiggled, flopped, with every stride I made. Even as tight and firm as they were, the quick paced humping she wanted still caused them to almost slap her chin. Unfortunately, the quick paced humping also caused me to get to the point of no return quicker. She could feel it happening also.

“Mmmm, you’re getting harder. You’re getting close! Don’t cum inside me. Cum on me instead. I want to see you shoot your load all over my body!”

I smiled at her as I pounded into her one last time and then grimaced. The tingle was now in my sack and I didn’t want to wait to the last minute to pull out, so I exited her hot elasticity. All the way out, I leaned up, kneeled, and grabbed a hold to my now sticky-with-her-sexual-juices hardness, and positioned myself. I could feel that it was going to be a strong release, so I tried to position myself appropriately. All she said was to shoot my load all over her body; she didn’t give me a particular place. I gripped my organ, stroked a few times and grimacing again, I felt the load travel from my sack, up through my shaft and when I felt the sting of fluid at my mushroom head, I couldn’t help but almost yelling.

“I’m gonna cum! You ready? Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Mmmmm, now baby, cum for me. I want to feel that hot load land on me. Taste it on my lips!”

“Ah, aahh, aaahhh, I’m cumming, I’m cuuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg!” I exclaimed and expelled my first white volley in a streaming jet that landed on her lips.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s so hhhaaaawwwwttttt!” I didn’t have time to look at her as she said that; I was still aiming.

I spurted again, another stream that landed between her breasts and before I knew it, I had shot my load all over her upper torso. Spots of white covered her all over. From her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and on her thin strip of pubic hair, she was covered in my sexual glaze. I even saw a few droplets that had somehow landed on her erect nipples.

Exhausted, I squatted down. I could feel my penis subsiding to resume the natural state it normally kept. That’s when I finally looked at her. She had a couple of fingers in her mouth and she was moaning satisfactorily. She then took her free hand and ran her fingers in the white smudge between her breasts, getting my ejaculate all over them, and rubbing it over her, smoothing it over her breasts and nipples like she was rubbing in a creamy lotion. All I could do was just stare.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet and pure. And you feel so smooth and creamy.”

“Glad to oblige you.” I answered.

I sat there just watching her massage my seed all over her body and even as she licked some off of her fingers. She rubbed all over, even through the stickiness that landed on her landing strip. It was her moment. Her moment under the hot beach sun. Her moment in her spot.

The glistening pinkness sparkled as the sun’s rays shot its warmth down on her. She lay there on the beach towel, legs spread as wide as she could get them, the meaty folds that usually hid what was inside, outstretched to the limits of no purity. Her breasts, so firm, formed perfect cones that projected up in the hot summer air with nipples so erect, they resembled pink pencil erasers dangling rigidly in the salt laden atmosphere. Her fingers ran up and down her genital orifice, catching the dampness that evaded her on the tips of them, making some of the strands of the light brown patch above it, reflect the warm summer sun as her finger moved in circles through it.

She always thought that she was the only one on the beach at this time. It was her spot, the one where she always unfolded that large aqua blue beach towel. The location in which she thought no one would ever see her. She had scoped it out thoroughly. Nobody ever walked by. Nobody was ever around. In her mind, she was the only one that was ever there. The only one that ever saw her take off which ever bikini she chose to wear that day and lay her already tanned body upon the aqua blue beach towel. She never knew that I watched her. Never knew that I could see her take everything off and grab the bottle of body tanning oil and rub it all over, so she gleamed in the sun’s brightness. No, she never knew.

Today was no different. At the same time as usual, she showed up. This time donning an emerald green bikini, almost metallic like, that shimmered in the summer sun. Her light brown hair, with almost blonde highlights streaking amid the thick mane, this time was tied back in a ponytail. Once again, with the same colored beach towel and body tanning oil held in her long fingered hands, she unfurled the towel so it could land lightly upon the white sand. Leaning down, she straightened the edges of it and leaned back up. As she always did, she looked around, slowly, in all directions and was once again satisfied no one was around. That was her sign to do what she always did. Little did she know I was watching. I was always watching.

Reaching around her back and up to the bikini strap that held her breasts, she untied it and slipped the other strap over her head. As many times as I had before, I watched her perky protrusions stay in one place. Tight as they were on her body, they did not fall as the cups of the bikini top were removed. As always, they kept their form and bounced as she moved. Twisting her upper torso after that, she took the string of the bottom part of her bikini that lay against her tanned hip in her fingers and pulled. The front part of that side drooped and again twisting to the other side, did the same thing with it, causing it to droop also. The front half of her bottom bikini drooped just enough for me to see the beginning of her landing strip; a plush garden of finely trimmed curls, shaped ever so delicately to appeal to not only her, but whomever she decided to show them too.

Finally, she spread out her legs, slightly, so her bikini bottoms would fall to the ground. There she stood, totally bare to the sunny and dry elements, in a stance that only she had perfected. A stance that seemed to say, “Here I am, me in all my glory gracing the natural beauty that God gave us with my own!” Her back was too me, and I viewed all of her sensual curves, as I had so many times before. I followed every sweep, swoop, and wave of her body with my eyes as she reached up and tugged on the band that held her pony tail in place. My eyes ventured back to her long filaments as the tresses fell against her back and lingered there, mimicking the surf, curly-cueing around her shoulder blades like waves crashing down to the shore as they were in the distance from where she stood.

Still observing her, she gently leaned down, exposing the outer lines of her plump pussy lips, forming a camel toe from behind, and picked up the bottle of tanning oil. Squeezing some in her hand, I watched her rub it all over herself, making her already tanned auburn body shine even more. While her body reflected the warm summer sun, the beauty of it permeated the tepid air as it sparkled in body moisture. After she was satisfied she had every inch of herself covered, she finally moseyed to the beach towel lying on the white powdered sand, her ass swaying with the same hitch I had observed many times before. Round and perfect in all ways possible, she plopped that ass down on the towel and elongated her whole body, face up, making the white particles of grain surrounding her even more beautiful to behold. And still, she had no idea I was surveying her.

As she laid there, all natural in nature, her breasts never flopped to the side or flattened against her body. They stuck out, jutting into the scenery like medium sized mountains on the terrain. Natural, and shimmering from body oil, the golden hue of them highlighted the soft pink middle that formed perfectly round peaks. Not yet hard, but still poking out somewhat, the sun beat down on them and made them an even more deeper pink, making them almost a crimson color. And she just laid there, soaking up the sun. Her body just gleaming on the aqua beach towel. Her tan just radiating, like a permanent fixture of the landscape. And I watched with hollow eyes, intently.

You stand there in the dim light of the room
The sexy shadow of your slender body showing through
Accentuating all your positives,
Negating all your negatives,
So no flaws shine upon you.

The auburn color of your tanned skin
Sparkles in the golden hue of the light.
Across the room you watch me watch you
And I see the beauty you pervade within
Shine through in the dark of the night.

Your small protrusions so perky and firm
Shimmer goldenly as you stand all bare;
The middle of them pointing straight out
Erectly aroused to full-term,
In the coolness of the room’s delicate air.

The thin brown line of your landing strip
Points the way down
Like an arrow it shows the way
To the meaty folds that form your slit
Hiding what’s in there to be found.

Suddenly, the modern art of your physique
Moves towards me at a slow gate,
Ending the picture of endless beauty
Painted by you and made so unique
In how God given you were made.

You climb into the bed, sleek and slender
Gently touching my skin with yours;
Fingers slide across my body gently
Feeling spots upon me so soft and tender
That send tingles through the recesses of my core.

You rub your fingers in circles across my bare skin
Making me moan and close my eyes;
Reeling from the touches that you soothingly give me
Feeling the shivers of delight release from within
As you make the middle part of me come alive.

You glance at me and smile that little smirk,
Lying beside me, you begin to kiss my chest,
Softly, moving your plump lips up slowly
Letting me feel the touch of them as you press
Gentle kisses upon me in a slow lurk.

Your hand moves down my hot body as you kiss my lips
Taunting me in movements of circles to find
My hardness throbbing, waiting for your touch.
You wrap your hand around it and with perfect time,
Stoke gingerly, up and down, with your own firm grip.

You ask, “Does that feel good? You want more?”
Eyes closed and head back, all I could do was just nod.
Harder and faster, in an up and down manner
Friction caused fire upon my more then ever hard rod,
Sending fast tingles down my spine hardcore.

My arms spread out and my fingers grip the sheets,
Your intense finger caresses make me curl my toes.
I feel the spasm from deep inside begin to form,
Beginning its travels so I can soon let it go
And make the journey through my body complete

You stroke me even harder now knowing that I am close
My body begins to tense; my balls begin to rise
Feeling the sensual pleasure of your firm hard touch
That makes me feel so loved and alive,
The only way you know how the most.

You feel me get harder as you grip me with your hand,
Moaning and groaning, I feel the constriction start.
You feel the pulse of it in your hand and stroke one last time,
All the way down until you hold it tight and make me discharge
Shooting several white streams upon your command!

I subside and you lean down with your lips
You run your tongue over my body where my sexual cream lay
Tasting the offer that shot out of me, you slurp and say “Mmmmmm”
And I smile gracefully as a thank you for your sensual play
As you took me on a world-wind sexual eclipse!

Cassie laid upon her bed in her dorm room cramming for her last exam of the semester. Economics was not her strong suit and she was getting quite tired of staring at the book laying in front of her. She would have enjoyed studying Biology more, but that was a subject she had yet to take. Her roommate was out studying with her boyfriend for her last exam, so that gave Cassie the room to herself. The quiet of the room was beginning to close in on her, causing her attention to fade, so she got up and moved toward the dresser where she cut on the radio. Within a few seconds, Van Halen filled the room and Cassie found herself swaying to the beat. It was just what she needed to get her mind off the Economics staring her in the face.

Cassie danced her way back to the bed and laid upon it again. She moved the Economics book from the foot of the bed so she would be able to spread her long and slender body upon it. Cassie was looking for a little rest before she started studying for that Economics exam again, so she laid there with her head down on the pillow and her eyes closed, and listened to the music coming out of the speakers. Moving her feet to the beat, she let the music sooth her, taking her away for a moment. She never intended to fall asleep. Most of all, she never intended to dream. Or so she thought.

Cassie felt herself drift off, and into the dream world she entered. It was not some ordinary dream world, it was the type she had not had since she was at least fourteen or fifteen. For the first time in a long time, the erotic dream came back to Cassie.

She watched him enter through her dorm room door. Tall and tanned, Cassie stared at his six foot five inch frame as he made his way to her bedside. Cassie was beginning to breathe heavier just at the site of him. She was still laying in the bed as he sat on the edge of it and gently leaned down to kiss her like she was Sleeping Beauty. Cassie felt his tender lips against hers and she could not help getting lost in them. She pulled him close to her to even feel the heat of them even more. In doing so, Cassie felt his chest against hers, and immediately, she felt her breasts tighten and become more rigid from the excitement. She also felt her puffs come alive as the heat entered them and began raising them ever so sensitively. Her nipples became so sensitive, the rubbing of them on the fabric of her padded bra caused her to fill with excitement even more. She could even feel the wetness form between her legs.

He let go of his hold on her and Cassie fell to the bed in exhilaration from the sexual rush she was undergoing. It had been a long time since she felt this way, even though she had a boyfriend and did things with him. This was something she had been longing for.

Kneeling on the bed, he took off his shirt. Cassie smiled and felt another rush go through her. Somehow, she gathered the energy to lean up and pull the tee shirt she was wearing over her head exposing her thirty-four A cup breasts covered by see through lace, gently padded. Cassie could feel the beating warmth of her nipples under its covering even more and they were screaming to let them out. Cassie could not take it anymore and unclipped her bra, coming out of it and throwing it on the floor. As soon as she did, her breasts became so tight and firm, that they formed perfect cones. This caused the bulge in his pants she saw to become even larger and pound with each beat of his heart. She knew it would not be long until he let it loose, and she knew when he did, she would feel the warmth of her moisture flow even more. Cassie already felt the moisture slipping from her ever so slightly. She knew that if she didn’t soon get her bikini style panties off, they would be soaked with sexual fluid.

Then he did it. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall, along with his boxers, to his knees. She saw it dangle up and down for a second and then, in its full erect state, it pointed straight at her. She could see it pulsate with each beat his heart pumped, and its bright red color giving the impression it was on fire. And it was on fire. It was burning to enter the place on her that could only put its fire out.

Cassie wanted it there too. She let him reach down to her waist and pull. With his hands, he pulled her shorts and underwear off and as he did, the smooth spot between her legs glistened with dampness. It was even the more inviting to him since she had no pubic hair. He began to pound even harder than he was already pounding. He just could not wait to have her put out his fire.

Moaning in desire, Cassie swore she could feel her genital lips speak to his hard cock. She could just feel them part and say, “Come on in, the party is just beginning,” and she could feel them stay open in anticipation of his entrance. Then, straddling her midsection with is arms, he lowered his waist to hers and did something she did not expect. He positioned the underside of his rock hard shaft to sit upon her aroused clit. Cassie could feel the heat of him upon her clit and it gave her a new jolt of sexual rush. He could feel the heat from her too, so he began to pump slightly, letting the underside of his hardness ride upon her clit ever so gently until he knew the moment was right to enter her. He knew when that moment would be.

Cassie was squirming with excitement and could feel the tingles of him upon her aroused state run through her body. She could feel the pressure beginning to build with each stride he made on her clit and she soon knew that she would explode way before she even got to feel him go inside. And that was what he was waiting on, for her to reach that orgasmic climax so that he could plunge deep down inside her.

Cassie began to feel the heat rush through her, and the tingles of needle pricks upon her skin. She felt the pressure growing bigger deep within her sexual place of entry as he kept gliding against her firm clit, and then without a warning, like a tea kettle upon the stove, Cassie’s whistle blew and the most powerful orgasm she had ever had let itself blow. The next thing Cassie felt was the warmth of him enter her slit as the moisture poured from her loins. It was the best thing she had experienced in her life.

Cassie’s orgasm continued even while he was plunging deep inside her. She would moan and groan with each move he made into her dripping split. It seemed that with every third push into her, Cassie let out a high pitched scream and he knew that her orgasm was continuing. And that made him go even longer. Knowing that Cassie was enjoying every minute of it, he just continued to pound into her, trying to go deeper each time.

Finally, it was his time and Cassie knew he was getting ready to explode. She could feel him throbbing even more and even get harder than he was. Plus he began to slow down his movements. She knew that when guys slowed down their movements, they were getting close to letting themselves go. Then, she felt one last pump into her, heard him groan with pleasure, and felt the warm flow of his ejaculate fill her up, spasm by spasm he had. By the time she felt the last warm flowing spasm, she had counted eleven. The most that any guy ever had with her. Normally, she had counted five or six, but not this time. She was certainly impressed to say the least.

Cassie, relaxed now, could feel her head light upon her pillow. She began to move around under the covers in a very relaxed state. She was not restless, but could feel herself waking ever so slightly. Without opening her eyes, she flung the covers off of herself, sat up on the bed, legs and feet dangling beside it, and stretched. Standing up, she went to scratch her stomach thinking that she would be scratching through her tee shirt. When she went to scratch, it was skin she felt. Alarmed, she opened her eyes and was surprised she was standing there totally naked. She saw all of her clothes on the floor, even the undergarments she usually wore. Then something else caught her eye. She saw the clothes of a man on the floor as well, and it was the same ones she had seen in her dream. Cassie then turned herself around and looked at her bed. Her eyes got big as she did. It was then that she realized that it was not a dream she had after all. It was the real thing and it was the best she had ever had in her life.

We were sitting on the front porch of our cabin when she came up to me and took my hand and pulled. I had no choice but to follow her as she lead me to the edge of the woods and down the trail that we had made with a four wheeler for when we wanted to be one with nature. I didn’t ask what she was doing or anything. I just followed her like a lost puppy.
Shellie looked back at me with a smile on her face and slowed down her pace a little as she did. I knew that look on her face and it was not the look of a happy smile. It was a horny smile, but I never thought Shellie would react on those emotions in nature. Then she pulled me through the bushes to my left, and there, stood a spot that had been completely cleaned and free of any standing bushes or trees. It had been raked and smoothed out.
Shellie turned around, smiled and kissed me sexually, and then walked away to the left of the spot and leaned down to pick up a paper bag that mixed with the leaves that had fallen. She reached inside the bag and pulled out a blue blanket then spread it along the ground where it had been cleared. I watched her kneel down to smooth out the edges of the blanket. When she was done, she kneeled straight up, pulled her tee shirt up over her head and threw it over to the side of the blanket. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins.
Shellie stood up, her body beginning to glow even more than usual making her tan show even brighter, and as she stood, I looked at her beauty. She smiled even bigger and then reached behind her. As she reached behind her, she swayed and said, “Peter, I hope you are ready because this is going to be the best time you will ever have with me!” and after having said that, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off and threw it over to where her shirt lay. Her breasts didn’t even fall after doing so. They were so firm from sexual desire.
The blood had rushed through my veins to the right place and my cock was yearning, begging to be released from the hold that was upon it. I walked over to her and enveloped her into a sexual bear hug and I could feel her firm breasts press against my chest. I could feel the warmth in them as they pressed hard upon me as I kissed her madly. I felt her nipples rise upon my hot skin and pound a rhythm upon me as the blood rushed to them with every beat of her heart. As I kissed her, I ran a hand down her back and then down inside the waist line of the shorts she was wearing and felt that she was wearing no panties. Shellie moaned slightly as I ran my finger inside the waist line against her skin. When I reached the front, I plunged my hand a little deeper and found that she was smooth as a baby’s bottom, and the only way I knew that was because I found her already moist slit with my index finger. As I circled her clit, she moaned gratifyingly and moistened herself even more. That’s when I felt her hands undoing my pants.
The button was undone and I could feel the soft skin of her hand pull my jeans down until the waistline of them was at my knees. Shellie kneeled down and took them down to the ground where I stepped out of them. Shellie threw them to the side where her shirt and bra lay. I was still confined somewhat, as I was still in my boxers, but I was so hard, my eight inches poked out of the front split of them and was pounding as Shellie kneeled straight up and brought her face in line with it. As she took her hands and reached up and pulled on the elastic waist of my boxers, she took her tongue and circled the tip of my cock before removing them. Once they were removed, that little touch of her tongue sent me over the edge and I felt the spasm begin to form and I knew that I could not stop it. Shellie had leaned all the way down to pull my boxers way off of me and when she came back up, she was going to assume the same position, but she didn’t have time too. My spasm culminated and I had no choice but to let it go and I blasted Shellie right in the face with my cum. Three long streams and two short ones, but Shellie was covered in my juice. When I had pumped all that I could out, Shellie looked up at me and just started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, feeling myself go limp.
“You. I knew that you would not be able to wait.” Shellie said, still laughing.
“Well, excuse me for being so aroused.” I said.
“You’re excused,” Shellie answered as she tried to wipe her face off the best she could.
“Well, thank you.”
“Besides, I know how to get you going again. I can get you up again I bet in five minutes!”
“Oh really? Well, then, let me see what you can do!”
“Okay, then, lie down right here, and let me do all the work!” Shellie said.
So, I did exactly what she said to do. I laid down, straight out, and let her do all the work. She kissed my cheeks, not just a kiss-kiss, but a sexual kiss that she trailed down my neck, licking with her tongue along the way. It felt so good and the touch of her tongue on my skin was so hot and tingly.
She found my nipples next, circling first my left one with the tip of her tongue. I felt it rise underneath the warmth of her moist mouth muscle. Then she took it in her lips and sucked on it, returning the favor I had done so many times to her. I was still limp, but I could feel the rising temperature traveling through my blood almost make its way to the place it needed to be. Shellie then turned to my right one and did the same thing to it, nibbling on it, bringing it just as erect as my left one. She was working her magic and I could feel the heat travel down even farther.
I moaned as Shellie took her fingertips and traced a path down my chest, onto my stomach as she kissed in places as she went. By the time she moved just below my belly button, I felt the blood form in my love shaft and pulse. Shellie was doing it. She was making it hard again. I saw her peek down and then she looked up at me and smiled.
“Uh huh, see, I told you I could do it. I see it beginning to come to life again. Just pump a little bit more blood into it and it will be ready again!” Shellie said, and after she did, she took her lips, wrapped them around the tip of my semi-soft cock and that was enough. As soon as she removed her lips from it, it rose all the way up and was ready for another go round. This time, I meant to have it sink into her moist pink walls of desire and feel those soft supple walls surround every inch of me.
“See, I knew I could do it. What did I tell you? Now, let the fun begin!” Shellie said, stood up and straddled my body. Looking up to her, she smiled again and then reached to the button on her shorts, brought it out of its holster then zipped the zipper down and let them fall down her legs. Her shorts hit my stomach with a thump and I couldn’t help sighing a little, but as I looked up at her now bare body, her smooth slit glistened with wetness. The folds of it were plump and sexually aroused and ready for a pumping and licking. I could taste her sweet nectar and feel it run all over my throbbing cock as I slid inside her.
Still standing above me, she looked down at me and bit her bottom lip. She began to move forward. She moved forward enough to bring her glistening God-given incision in line with my sight as I looked up at it. Plump, puffy, and juicy, I stared up at its wondrous glory and imagined it was on my face. Just as I was imagining that, Shellie bent down, bringing it closer to my lips, enough for me to almost taste it.
“Ready?” Shellie asked.
“Uh huh,” I answered and she kneeled, her soft skin of her tanned legs straddling my head and lowered herself to my mouth. As I took her lips that never speak into mine that do, I sucked in the sweet nectar that was evading her. Luscious and luxurious, the liquor that flowed from her sweet folds of heaven was enough to give me a buzz.
My tongue found her clit and tickled it ever so gently bringing it out of its hiding place and making it even more taut. Shellie moaned as I did and I felt her drip more sexual juices on my lips, feeling them drip down my chin.
“Oh yeah, tickle my clit. There, that’s it. Yes, yes yes!”
After hearing Shellie moan and sigh those words so sexually, I kept doing what I was doing. Tasting her clit, tasting her sweet puffy pussy lips as they wrapped around my tongue. When I was not flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, I was plunging it deep inside her pink pudding, tasting its sweet walls of pleasurable bliss. She wrapped around my tongue as I was inside and each time I rolled it inside her, she groaned a pleasurable sigh that escaped her lips. At the same time, more of her inebriating liquor flowed onto my taste buds and I couldn’t help but slurp a little, letting it burn down my throat as it traveled down.
“Mmm, Shell, you provide such sweet liquor.” I said as I took a gasp of air and looked up. Her head was back, her breasts were tight against her body and her nipples were pointing straight out like erasers on a pencil. Such sweet pink bliss pointing out in nature. She didn’t answer me. She did the next best thing. She reached up with her hands, took both of her breasts in them, and tweaked her nipples between her thumb and index finger, rolling them so gently. Then she sighed really deep and I watched her body tense up, and then I felt the warm gush on my chin, as she climaxed and came. I slipped my mouth under her again to catch the remaining ooze of her first orgasm. Tasting her again, I flicked her clit and it was so raging hot and sensitive, she almost shot straight up in the sky. I was throbbing like never before and then she said something that made me pulse with passion.
“Oh, God, I need you inside me now. I need to feel you plunge your hardness deep inside,” Shellie groaned and slid her body down mine. As she did, I felt the slickness of her gash leave a sticky trail until she found what she wanted.
And she didn’t even have to grab my throbbing cock to make sure it went in the right place. She lowered her body down on top of it and consumed it all the way down until her clit rubbed my abdomen. I was in pure heaven.
“Shit Shellie, you are so fucking wet!”
“I know,” she said, looking down into my eyes, “and you are the one that made me that way. Now, I am going to return the favor so you can have yours. . .again!” And Shellie just started bouncing up and down, making me slide in and out of her with ease.
I moaned and felt her pliable moist walls grip me with every stroke she made upon me. Each time she did, I felt myself get harder and plunge deeper inside her, hitting a spot inside her that sent a feeling through her and made her grip me even more. I knew I was not going to last long and Shellie obviously knew it too. She must have felt me get harder inside her for her to be able to tell.
“Hmm, you are almost there. Let me see if I can bring you over the edge!” Shellie announced and started to ride me slower, taking me deeper inside her more than ever wet chasm. That did it for me. I was on the edge.
“Oh Shellie, oh Shellie, oh fuck Shellie!” I broadcasted. “I am going to come. Oh God, I am going to fill you up in a minute!”
“Mmm, honey, let me feel you blast that hot sticky come deep inside me. Let me feel it flow all over my puffy walls!”
And that was enough for me. Shellie sat down on me one last time and then it happened. I pumped my sexual venom deep inside her like she wanted me too. One shot, two shot, and finally a third one deep inside her.
“Oh my, that feels so good. Hot and sticky as it coats my elastic walls of love.”
“Whew, I can’t fucking move now,” I said and Shellie collapsed down on me as I laid there on the blue blanket. Smiling at me, our bodies hot and heavy from sexual desire, Shellie took her arm and wrapped it around me. Her left breast resting on my chest as she did, I looked at her and said, “You and nature, damn, it’s a beautiful thing.”

Soft lips caressing my skin
Making the fire blaze deep within;
The hot moistness that you breathe
Makes me beg, makes me say "Please!"
The contours of your body moving up mine
Makes it hard for me to stay in line;
You run your fingers over my chest
Tips of fire that have been blessed,
Nails that scratch gently as they go
Making my blood boil and flow.
Your sleekness lays upon me now
Upon the bed your body pins me down;
Your tanned legs touching my sides
Straddling my waist like it's a crime
You raise your torso and I can see
Two firm round mounds, the middles pinkish-ly!
Pointing in arousal and ready for a tweak
You begin to rub them making them peak,
Then you slide back leaving a wet trail
Shining on my midsection leading to split sails.
You rock back and with a gentle sway
You take me inside you in a loving way;
We both moan quietly at the same time
Knowing we both have crossed that line.
You're so warm and wet as you glide
Upon my throbbing cock you slide.
Up and down your body goes
Feeling me all around inside your hole;
Grinding our bodies together with grit
Suddenly out of hiding I see your clit,
Rubbing against me now it seems
The pinkness of it starts to gleam.
Your moans get louder and deeper you sigh
I can tell that you are almost high.
Then your body tenses and you gain grip
But still your juices make me slip
Deeper inside you I feel myself sink
Hot and moist inside your hot pink;
Then your legs sqeeze me tight
And you can no longer put up a fight,
You grip me with a hard clench
Just like you are pressing a bench.
Suddenly you let out a loud cry
And then I feel the spurt come alive!
The warm flow of orgasmic bliss
Envelopes my hardness with a kiss
And as you let it out until it ends
I explode into you and make ours blend.
With a grunt I feel myself subside
From your love lips a great ride
Collapsing upon each other in a sexual heap
Arm in arm we lovingly fall asleep.

Okay, for those of you that can see from my pics, I know I am not the most well-endowed guy on NN. I admit that. I, however, am very proud of what God gave me. It works just like any other penis does. So go ahead and laugh at me if you want. I don't care. I know that I am still normal, just a little smaller than some one sees here, but I am still happy. As long as I am comfortable with the size that God made me, that's all that matters!

Your slick split dripping droplets
Of measurable moisture on the bed.

Your pussi-ful preparations for the
Lustful love ahead.

Your beautiful body shining
Rapidly radiating heat.

As motionable movements are made
Creatively closer until bodies meet.

Your lower limbs bend down
Strongfully straddling my cock

Your warm wetness sliding down
Gripping greatly until our bodies lock.

Your pink pudding pulsing as it slides
Over a throbbing thrusting hard member

Pushing, pulling feeling the stiffness
Sliding slowly as we fit together

Your meaningful moans escaping lips
Tastefully tender as we grind hips

Then you tighten tightly
Your grip intensely inside

Your labial lips swelling
As the spasm spurts the tide

Your orgasmic orifice gleaming
As your cum fruifully flows

Over my rigid digit
Trying to make mine blow!

Analyzing affirmations ascending
Blinding beautifully below
Clearly coming closer
Dangerously dangling
Exhaustive explosions
Freely flowing from
Gaping grandness gone
Havocly heavenly.

Invaluable innocence
Juicing jovial jerks
Keeping kinky kindles
Lubricating lusciously
Meaty muscles
Necessarily neglected
Occasionally occurring oceans
Pacing pussy pulses.

Quietly quaint quivers
Ravish raucously
Sending slick slimey
Tantalizing tingles
Untouched unknowingly
Vaulting vainly vocations
Whispering wildly
Xylophonic x-rays
Yielding yearns
Zippily Zoned.