Her name was Gypsy. She was, as her name suggested, wild, free spirited, untamed. She would go where angels feared to tread...often getting into trouble because of her impulsive nature. She loved to wander, roaming the countryside, seeking solace and all that nature had to offer. It was on one of her adventures that she first met him...the one who would tame her, the one that she would give herself to willingly.

She had been wondering the countryside for awhile, when she came upon a creek, with a swimming hole. She had been listening to the sounds of nature and enjoying the sun, but she was hot and on impulse, she stripped off and walked into the water. The brisk coolness of the water, causing her nipples to harden on contact, causing her to shiver. She swam there for a while, frolicking in the water, letting the water run down her naked body, floating with the sun on her face...blissfully unaware that she was being watched.

He had been watching her roam for a while and it hadn't bothered him, that she was trespassing, his instinct about her was that she would wander through as quickly as she had arrived. He followed her now, from a distance and observed her, as she took off her clothes and walked into the water. His first instinct had been to look away, but there was something about her that he was drawn to. Maybe it was her long brown hair, caught up in a messy bun, or the flimsy singlet barely covering her small perky breasts. Perhaps it was the way that she stopped to feel the sun on her face or the freedom with which she stripped down to nothing and swam.

He continued to watch, as she slowly came out of the water and without a towel, decided to sun herself dry. Her hands rung out her hair and as the rivulets of water ran down her body, her nipples once again hardened at the feel of the cold water. She ran her hands down her body then, slowly, and sensuously coming to a stop between her legs. Without a thought she spread her legs to the sun and began to play with herself. Her fingers playing in the folds of her inner beauty, slow and seductive, unaware of anyone or anything around her and not caring. He watched, entranced by her openess and began to feel himself getting aroused. He dare not move or breathe, lest he cause her to stop...so arousing was her erotic play. He continued to watch, as she explored herself, arching her back, as her fingers found her deep centre, disappearing into her depths and her other hand found her hard nipples.

She lay there, in all her glory, oblivious to the world, focused only on her own pleasure, hands slowly driving in and out of her sacred womanhood and alternately circling her clit, he could almost smell her sweet scent. He watched now, as she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips, tasting them, tasting herself, before returning them back into her folds. He nearly fell over in his desire to see her closer and his clumsiness caused her to look up and catch him watching. But despite being caught, she did not stop her play. She looked him directly in the eyes, as if willing him forward, challenging him to come to her.

He decided to walk towards her. Her eyes wandered over his body, stopping momentarily to take in his hard cock, straining at the fabric of his pants. She continued to please herself, long slow movements of her fingers, never taking her eyes off him. As if in a trance, he took his own clothes off and dove into the water. As if the water would act to purify him, of not only his devilish thoughts but to cleanse his body too. He continued to watch her at play. Enthralled by her brashness. By the way her body responded to her own touch, by the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, as her excitement continued to build. Her fingers began circling her clit more urgently, her fingers fucked her wet cunt mercilessly, her breathing becoming more shallow. Her body began to shudder, her soft moans, turning into louder pants, as wave after wave of her orgasm shook her. She lay there momentarily, panting, waiting for the waves of pleasure to subside, knees shaking. Suddenly and silently, she rose, never taking her eyes off him and entered the water to join him.

And there she was. Standing before him. Nipples hard, water glistening on her skin. Pupils wide with desire. She was so close, he could smell her scent. It took all his restraint not to sniff the air like some wild animal or to reach out and grab her...as his mind and cock were demanding him to do. He watched her, letting her lead the situation. Taking his cues from her.

She walked around him. Circling like an animal on the hunt. She laid back to float, spreading her legs for him to see her in all her glory, smiling at him, well aware of the impact she was having on him. But he was still not game to touch her. As suddenly as she laid back to float, she now approached him. Not saying a word. She stood before him and kissed him. Her tongue tentative at first, then slowly more insistent...pushing into his mouth, exploring him, tasting him. With her hands in his hair, holding his face, kissing him deeply, he softened and began to respond to her...still not touching her.

Her hands began to roam over his body, touching him. Running her hands over his muscular body, willing him to respond, to reciprocate, to return her kisses. When she brazenly reached out to grab his engorged cock, he relented with a deep moan and grabbed her in his arms. Responding to her kiss with such fierceness, such animalistic urgency, that it took her breath away. His tongue, claimed her mouth. Returning her kiss with the same ferocity, tongue exploring her, biting, teasing. Moving his mouth to her neck, biting, licking, like a wild animal. She melted into his embrace, such was the dominant way in which he responded to her. He picked her up then and carried her out of the water.

Laying her down on the warm rocks, he did not wait to be invited, he spread her legs. He knelt there between her legs, gazing at her beauty. He reached down and let his fingers graze over her, not quite touching, but feather light on each side of her thighs. He watched her quiver at his touch, before running his fingers deeper in her cunt...feeling her wetness, smelling her desire. He flicked her clit before bringing his mouth to her hard nipples, biting them and then running a trail from them to her clit. His tongue found her still swollen nub and he began to lick around it, gently, exploring all of her folds, tasting her sweet nectar. He plunged his tongue into her cunt, fucking her with his tongue, feeling her buck under his mouth, before bringing his fingers to her wet opening and sticking them in as deep as he could. He groaned at the feel of her, a deep throaty groan that made her look at him. He could no longer resist her...he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his hard throbbing cock.

She was tight. He felt her encase him, her cunt throbbing around his member and he hadn't even begun to move. He lay on top of her, relishing the feel of her squeezing him before he groaned again and began to fuck her, hard. Pushing all of him into her, making her eyes widen and a gasp escape from her lips...he couldn't be sure if it was pleasure or pain at the size of him. He didn't care. He pounded her mercilessly, watching her writhing below him. Her hands running down his back and then dragging her nails across his shoulders, before settling on his ass. Grabbing both his cheeks, she pulled him into her, spreading her legs wider to make room for him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Rutting like wild animals, they both began to grunt. She reached up with her mouth to bite his neck, his ears, anything that she could reach. His mouth found hers then and they kissed, long, deep and hard until they were both breathless. Their tongues colliding with each stroke of his cock, insistent, searching, exploring, deeper, harder, fucking both her holes. His mouth wandered down towards her nipples again, taking one in his mouth, sucking it, running his tongue around her sensitive areola before sucking it into his mouth and biting down hard...causing her to scream, a wild guttural call to the wild. He felt her cunt start to clench and her breathing change to the shallow, breathlessness he had heard before and he knew she was close to cuming. He watched her then, as she threw her head back and arched her back, squeezing his cock as she came, with each wave of her wild orgasm, her moans turning into loud screams of pleasure. And still he pounded her.

As she continued to tremble through her orgasm, he pulled out of her then and flipped her over onto her belly, before pulling her up to her knees. Without any warning, plunged back into her. Holding her hips and pulling her into him...his cock ramming her, the sound of their skin slapping, the slippery wetness of her cunt being filled by him again and again. He felt her push into him, creating her own rhythm, rocking and grinding him, freeing his hands from her hips he put one hand on her swollen clit and the other grabbed her nipple, pinching both. She growled then but didn't stop, pushing back harder rocking her hips and rolling into him, wanting him. He bent down to kiss her neck, her shoulders, licking her, biting her...hard. Causing her to growl more...this only made him harder, wanting to fill her...he began to feel her cunt squeezing him and her breathing become shallow once again, the sweet moans of her rising orgasm becoming apparent to him but he whispered..."not yet". He wasn't ready for her to cum again. He was enjoying her, enjoying this wild ride too much for it to be over.

But she had other ideas...she pushed against him and as they parted, she pulled herself away from him...turning herself around quickly. She was on her knees and taking his slick, hard cock into her mouth. She knelt there, letting him fuck her mouth...her mouth open and her throat taking him in. He listened to her gagging, feeling his cock hitting her throat but so caught in the moment, that he didn't care. He grabbed the back of her head, taking a fistful of her hair and holding her head to him, he continued to pound her mouth, relentlessly and she took it...she took all of him. He growled, then his pleasure building, he howled to the wind, allowing himself to release his pent-up energy.


It was then, that he noticed that her fingers were deep in her cunt, finger fucking herself, as she let her mouth do the same to his engorged manhood. This had the desired effect...he instantly felt himself begin to fall over that edge and whether he was ready or not he felt that rising wave of sheer pleasure begin to take over. He let it come then...he let the waves wash over him...calling out to the world his release word...SILK. Over and over again, he called out SILK...growling or howling or a mixture of both, he let it go...releasing his seed into her mouth and the wild animal that had been held at bay. He let her, suck him, milking him of all he had to offer her. Legs shaking, knees almost buckling, heart pounding, he stood there...breathless. So aware of his surroundings, of her before him, of the sun on his body, of the pulsing of his cock.

Wordlessly, he withdrew from her mouth, laying her down gently and coming to lie beside her. Both of them panting quietly, breathing slowly getting in-sync with the other. They lay there like that, in the sun, together, silently, basking in the glory of their wild union, sated and satisfied.