Nestled here in this cradle of nature, he called the pond home. It was surrounded on all sides by woods, with the only sign of civilization being a green metal trash can resting beside a dirt trail that lead into the woods. An underground stream kept the pond fed, and under the surface was a world apart from the one above, with its own forests and wildlife. It was boring sometimes, true, but heavy storms always added an element of excitement.
He wasn't sure what he was, exactly. The words "spirit" or "ghost" seemed to be close. Normally, he lived in the pond, formless, drifting, floating, one with the water. One could almost say that he was the water. Every once in a great while, though, he would solidify and take the shape of a man, spending the day above the pond's surface. He always had to touch the water, since it was his life source, but this small constraint didn't really matter too much. He enjoyed seeing the surface world, regardless of how it happened.
His thoughts were attuned to the clearing around the pond. He could hear the high-pitched twitter of the birds as they flew by. He could sense the soft sighs of the wind as it blew through the tree limbs. He could almost see the parting rain clouds in the sky above this little world. The gentle waves of the pond soothed his thoughts and beckoned him back to rest in a world of sweet oblivion.
Something, though, had entered this pristine world, arousing his interest. He shifted his senses to the surface, searching the banks of the pond. Finding the outsider, he let his thoughts focus on her, absorbing her image into his consciousness.
She was young, probably not much more nineteen or twenty. Her short, thin body created an image of weakness and frailty which tugged at him. Her ivory skin seemed to glow in the cloudy daylight, highlighting the shoulder-length dirty blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail. Dressed in high-cut denim shorts and a snug plain white t-shirt, she exuded the essence of youth and vitality. Truly, he thought, she was like a nymph, beautiful and seductive, but with a playful, teasing side to her.
The young woman was carrying a picnic basket and a brightly-colored blanket. Looking around the clearing and not seeing anyone, she proceeded to walk to the edge of the pond. Spreading the blanket down on the wet grass, she sat and opened the basket, pulling out a sandwich, a small bag of chips, and an apple. She ate the food quickly, observing her surroundings, her eyes lingering always on the water.
Putting her trash back in the basket, she pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion. Squirting some on her hands, she ran the lotion up her legs from her feet to the hem of her shorts. Shifting her movements to her arms, she repeated the gesture there, too. Seeing her moistened skin glistening in the light would have made his heart lurch, if he had one. Heart or no heart, he could feel a primitive need begin to rise inside him: the need to conquer, to have, to mate with this little nymph.
He watched as she lay down on the blanket and closed her eyes, the warmth of the sun seeping into her skin, the rays bouncing over her body. How long he watched her lie there, he didn't know; time didn't exist for him. All he saw was the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, and the soft, subtle movements of her body as she shifted positions slightly. He could almost hear her breath, smell her scent, and feel her skin. Constrained to the water, all he could do was watch, hope, and desire. The thought of emerging from the pond entered his mind, but he dismissed it. He didn't want to scare this vision away with his sudden appearance.
The young woman sat up and looked around the clearing again; still alone. Moving her hands to grip the bottom of her t-shirt, she lifted the garment over her head, revealing a pale-blue bikini top. Standing up, she unfastened the button and zipper of her shorts and pushed them down her legs, revealing the matching pale-blue thong. Setting the discarded clothing on top of the picnic basket, she sat back down, grabbed the lotion again, and applied some to the newly-revealed skin.
How he longed to be able to part from the water at that moment! Seeing her small, firm breasts snugly encased in that flimsy bit of fabric only served to increase his desire. He couldn't help but admire the firm tightness of her stomach as her fingers ran across it, covering it with the lotion. Moving downward, his thoughts lingered on the hidden treasure at the apex of her legs, imagining it. How would it look to his eyes? How would her womanly perfume smell? How would she feel to his probing fingers and hardened manhood? How would the skin and nectar of this nymph taste on his tongue?
After rubbing herself with the lotion, she lay back down, resuming her sunbathing. The lustful torture he felt for this girl couldn't be described. How he longed for her to come into his world and let him bathe her, touch her, caress her. He was sure he could give her pleasure unmatched, letting her mind melt with the sensations. Realistically, he knew that she would never enter his world. So he contented himself to watch her chest rise and fall, her skin glisten, her body shift as she moved.
All of his thoughts, his consciousness, were on this intruder, this vision. The smooth, glistening skin of her legs tempted him. He admired the firm flatness of her stomach. He longed for the soft globes of her breasts to yield to his touch. Her innocent-looking face was a mask of contentment, her breathing steady and relaxed, her full, delicate lips parted in a small smile. Turning over to lie on her stomach, the taut smoothness of her thighs and ass fueled his need. The small dip at the small of her back would have made his mouth water. Seeing her breasts pressed against the ground, the sides poking out from under her body, made him want this stunning creature even more.
With his thoughts directed fully on her, nothing else mattered. The birds twittered unheard. The wind blew unnoticed. The clouds passed by, their motion ignored. The time that he watched her lying so close to him, yet so far away, drove him to an almost desperate state. In this formless shape, all he could do was imagine. His lips would wet her skin as he pressed feather-light kisses against her. His hands would caress every inch of her pureness, searching for those spots that fueled her desire. His tongue, following his hands, would taste the flavoring that made her unique, probing her crevices. He would run the tip of his nose across her smooth planes, letting her perfume drown his every thought, absorbing himself in her body. Oh, the possibilities...!
After some time, longer than the first, she stood up again. After getting dressed and gathering up the basket and blanket, she started to walk back to the trail. He could have howled out in pain and anguish as this beauty left him. His desire unmet, he wanted so much to have her, to feel her body as it pressed against him, hear her cries of pleasure.
The young woman paused and stopped, looking back around the clearing. She turned her eyes back down the trail into the woods one last time. Seeming to come to a decision, she walked back to the pond's edge. Putting the basket and blanket back down on the ground, she took off the t-shirt and shorts again. After dipping her foot into the water, testing its temperature, she took a deep breath and dived in.
As she entered his world, he had to force himself to let her be for the moment. It would have been a simple matter to force the water to grab onto her, holding her steady for him. With a thought, she would be bound in his element, forced to submit to every want that he could think of. He held himself in control, though, letting this young female swim some laps across the pond. He felt the water flow over her body with ease, her strong strokes parting the waves with no effort at all on her part. He could tell without a doubt that she was a strong swimmer.
After swimming a few laps across the pond, she returned to where she had left her belongings. He knew that there was a rock just under the surface of the water where she had dived in, which created a natural bench. Seeing the rock, she sat down on it, taking deep breaths from her exercise, calming herself. Reaching behind her, she folded the blanket up and created a small pillow for her to lean her head against. With the water's surface just covering the tops of her breasts, she let her body relax, soaking in the coolness of the pond.
He held his desire in check. He wanted her to mate with him willingly, without hesitation. He wanted to take her as an equal, not as a subject. In the end, it was true he was using her, but he wanted it to be something that she would remember for the rest of her life. No, he wouldn't take her just yet. He would tempt her, tease her slowly, let her arousal reach a point where she couldn't stop herself. Trickery, perhaps, but it was the best way to fulfill the need that had burned deep within him since she had entered the clearing.
Turning his thoughts to his plan, his formless, drifting life moved closer to the young woman. Moving the water slightly, he brushed her legs, her calves, moving slowly upward. She shifted her feet at the sensations, but didn't leave. He continued touching her, feeling the smoothness of her skin, absorbing the lotion and sweat that covered her.
His formless body soon expanded its subtle touches on her skin. Moving upward, he caressed the globes of her ass, the firmness of her stomach, coming finally to the small swell of her breasts. He avoided the most sensitive parts of her body, teasing her, giving her arousal a chance to blossom on its own. He kept his touches non-invasive, quickly running the water over her. He could sense her desire slowly burn hotter, stronger, when her body began to unconsciously shift into his touches.
When she ran her hands from her legs, up her stomach, gliding quickly past her breasts, he knew her body was starting to demand more from her. She looked around the clearing again and saw that she was still alone. Leaning forward, she reached up to the middle of her back and undid the small knot of her bikini top and took it off, freeing her breasts. Raising her hips off the rock, she pulled the thong off her quickly. Putting the pieces of fabric on the shore beside her head, she ran her hands over her now-nude form, touching herself, caressing the skin, feeling the water invade every pore of her body.
Seeing her hands start to pleasure herself was almost more than he could bear. Forcing the water to increase its pressure against her warm skin, he continued exploring her small form, joining her hands in flowing over her body. When her left hand grasped her left breast, stroking the small, pink nipple to hardness, he let a water current flow over her right, mimicking her movement. As her right hand moved down to run through the small patch of dark pubic hair above her womanhood, a current ran down her naked outer lips, lapping at her gently.
She didn't know what was going on, he knew. He kept her body awash in currents, directed to run across her heated skin. Two currents flowed across her nipples, keeping them hard, drawing their taste and feel into him. Another current ran over the outside of her pussy, begging to draw out the nectar that had started to flow within her heated depths. He let another current run around the cleft of her ass, dipping between her cheeks to tease the small, sensitive region that lay hidden there. Her body started to shift as the currents became subtly stronger, and her hands became bolder in their exploration of her body.
She spread her legs, opening her womanhood fully to his touch. He dove in whole-heartedly to join her hand in massaging the entrance to her tunnel. As her fingers parted her folds to touch her inner-most regions, she couldn't hold back the gasp that erupted from her mouth when her hands and the water penetrated her. He let her fuel her own desire, watching her hand dip in and out of her moistening pussy in an effort to reach her peak. As her hips started to buck, straining for release, he continued his efforts on her ass, breasts, legs, and stomach, enveloping her. He directed currents of water across all of her erogenous zones, touching the places that she couldn't, adding fuel to the flame of passion that had started to burn within her.
As her fingers continued to plunge in and out of her body, her fluids started to seep out. At first, it was just a slight trickle, hardly noticeable. As the desire, the need, mounted, though, her body started to produce a steady flow. With each spasm of her pussy, he was fed a new wave of her nectar, her liquid passion dissolving in the water. He absorbed the taste, the texture, the scent of her fluids, hoping, searching for something.
He continued sending the water over her body, her softness, in an effort to push her toward the final peak, and be rewarded with a final gush of her fluids. He increased the pressure of the water yet again, causing her body to arch into the currents that ran across her breasts, her areolas, her nipples, her stomach, her pubic hair, and her pussy lips. She cried out in mindless passion, the hand at her breast clutching the flesh firmly, rhythmically. The hand at her pussy continued to plunge into her, harder, faster, and deeper. Her hips strained into the touch, desperate for the final release.
As the liquid poured from her womanhood and was dissolved in the water, what he had hoped for, wanted, needed, was confirmed. It was a need that he had wanted to fulfill the instant that she had walked into the clearing. It was a need that had existed since the beginning of time, something primitive in all creatures. In this young woman, this beautiful, tiny nymph, he could meet that need. The taste of her nectar had confirmed his belief. She was fertile.
Sensing the time had come, he willed himself to strengthen and solidify. He pulled the water closer to his essence, increasing the pressure. His shape became more defined as he took in more water: broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and a firm stomach. Seeing his goal in sight, his cock hardened at the thought of being buried in this nymph's heated womanhood.
As he took shape under the surface of the water, he continued to send currents over the young woman's body, keeping her at the edge of release. Her cries of pleasure became more constant, moans turning to soft gasps, her breathing erratic and rapid. As his body took its final shape, he swam up to the surface to sit on the rock bench beside her.
Pushing his head above the water, he saw her eyes closed tightly, her right arm moving rapidly in an effort to reach her peak, her back arching into the sensations. He saw her left hand just under the water's surface, alternating from one breast to the other, grasping the firm globes, her fingers pulling, twisting, and pinching her nipples. The combined scents of sweat, suntan lotion, and her natural perfume assaulted his senses, making him dizzy. He leaned closer to her, as yet unnoticed, watching her closely as she climbed.
"Yes...yes...a little more...yes...Oh, God..." he could hear her mutter.
With a final mental command, he increased the water pressure of the currents one last time. The gentle glide across her skin became a firm rubbing sensation. Crying out, her body jerked once, twice, again and again as her body exploded in orgasm. He closed his eyes, absorbing the feel of her nectar as it pushed from her body in waves. Not wanting her passion to die down just yet, he continued the pressure on her sensitive, heated skin, prolonging her orgasm. She continued to cry out in delirious, passionate release, her mind blurring, overwhelmed by the sensations. He opened his eyes to watch this beautiful creature feel the ultimate pleasure her body could experience.
Knowing that she couldn't stay at the limit for very long, he slowly eased the pressure of the currents that flowed over her body. Her hands slowed their assault on her breasts and pussy, receding from firm grasps to gentle strokes. As her breathing steadied, he stopped the currents against her body one by one, until the water around their bodies was still. Slowly, gently, she came down from that supreme high to bask in the feeling of release, reveling in the coolness of the water.
She opened her brown eyes on his deep blue ones and cried out in shock. She pulled back from him, her hands moving to cover her breasts. The bright red of her face caused him to grin.
"Wh...wh...who are you?" she cried.
He didn't answer, couldn't answer. He didn't have the ability to speak, had never learned it, and had rarely needed it. Instead, he looked into those brown orbs, trying to answer her with his eyes. As a safe measure, he increased the pressure of the water against her breasts again, causing her to gasp as the still-sensitive flesh was stroked.
"What do you want?" she asked, fear and climbing arousal causing her voice to shake.
He lifted his left hand from under the water and pointed a finger at her. When she didn't move, he slowly reached for her right hand and grasped it softly. Her eyes wide with embarrassment, surprise, fear, and a touch of arousal, she watched as he pulled her hand toward his mouth. Still slick with her orgasmic fluids, he moaned as he pulled a finger into his mouth, sucking her cum off, keeping his eyes on hers. Continuing to stare at her, he took the finger out of her mouth and replaced it with another, repeating the gesture, his tongue flicking across the skin. Combined with the water still flowing across her breasts, the seductive movement of his tongue on her finger caused her to gasp again.
He lightly wrapped his left hand around her torso, pulling her back toward him, sucking the fingers of her right hand one at a time. He directed a current of water to gently rub against her pussy, and smiled not only at her moan, but at the renewed wetness that the water took from her. Pulling her body closer to him, he took her fingers out of his mouth and pushed them down his body.
Her eyes stared at the path her fingers took down his strong form. Wrapped in his large hand, her fingers glided down across his chest, stroking through the wet hair that adorned him. Dipping under the water, they continued their journey, moving over the ridges of his firm abs, feeling the firmness of his muscles under the skin. Her breath quickened as he moved her hand through the pubic hair that surrounded his hardened manhood, her fingers interweaving through the strands. Finally, after uncounted minutes, his hand rested her fingers on his cock. He let her hand go, giving her the freedom to explore his shaft, feeling its size and power, even though she couldn't see it under the water.
His hands free once again, he moved his left hand up to her hair, releasing the ponytail, causing her dirty blonde hair to fall freely around her shoulders. Moving under the curtain, he gently grasped the back of her neck and pulled her head toward his, needing to feel her full lips pressed against him. His right hand, no longer concerned with its burden, moved over her thighs under the water and grasped her waist, massaging the muscles and stroking the smooth, naked skin.
Their lips pressed together softly, timidly, unsure. Their mutual passion mounting, their mouths opened and their tongues crossed, rubbed, stroked across each other in an attempt to explore each other's mouths. He grasped her firmly, pulling her harder to him, preventing her from escaping this passionate exchange. The ardor with which she explored him, though, made him think that escape was the last thing she had on her mind. Her left hand, free to do as it pleased, wrapped itself around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, just as he had done to her.
Her right hand, under the water, grasped his cock firmly. Her fingers wrapped around it, its size causing her breath to quicken, forcing a moan of need and satisfaction to escape her. His skin was cool to the touch, but the thought was dismissed. Her pussy moistened in anticipation of accepting his hardness deep inside her. Urged by need, their passionate kiss, and the feel of the water stroking her breasts, she gripped his cock and started to stroke its length.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled away with a moan of satisfaction. He looked into her eyes, no longer seeing fear or surprise, but only desire. Yes, this young creature was more than willing to accept his seed. Pressing their lips together again, he plunged his tongue into her , making love to her mouth. Her hand, in turn, increased it movements around his manhood, stroking, rubbing, caressing, driving him to the highest point he'd been at yet today.
He wrapped his left hand completely around her back, refusing to relinquish her from the kiss. The desire to feel her supple flesh yield to his fingers was too strong for him to ignore. Moving his right hand away from her waist, he lifted it up to caress the swell of her breasts, exploring each in turn, with their firm softness and their turgid, pale nipples. Beginning on a journey downward, his hand rubbed across the plane of her stomach, briefly tickling her belly button. Moving his hand around the arm that was stroking his cock, he resumed his journey, stroking through the downy pubic hair that crested her womanhood, finally dipping between her parted folds.
As his hands plunged into her tight warmth, she arched away from the kiss, crying out in completion. Taking the opportunity of her bared neck, he moved his lips down across her skin, nipping, tasting, licking, and kissing. Her scent enveloped him. Finding a spot on her neck that seemed to please her more than any other, he covered it with his mouth, his tongue laving it with saliva, his teeth nipping and tugging at the skin. The need to give pleasure soon turned into the need to taste her flesh, causing him to feast on this tiny, sensitive spot with abandon.
As his lips tugged at her neck, leaving his mark on her flesh, he continued to plunge his fingers into her womanhood. Her tightness only allowed him to have a couple of fingers in her at a time, but it was enough to fuel her desire, her need for another release. Timing the strokes of his fingers to match the strokes of her hand on his cock, he soon felt her pussy start to clench violently around his fingers, her wetness once again seeping from her folds.
Sensing that her passion was once again reaching a peak, he resumed caressing her body with currents. Instead of the gentle pleasure that he had used before, though, he wanted her to cum quickly, fiercely, forcing her mind to go mad with lust, breaking any last barriers of resistance that she might raise. The water seemed to coalesce into dozens of tiny fingers that stroked her heated skin. Her breasts were stroked, the nipples pinched and tugged. Her ass was caressed, a current running between the cheeks to rub against her hidden jewel. Her thighs and legs were massaged, with tiny currents running between her toes, surprising her with the erotic feelings that shot to her pussy. Her back was cascaded with firm strokes, not only from the currents, but also from his left hand, which had dipped down under the water to hold her close.
The sensations, the electric touches, bombarded her from all sides, and all reservations crumbled in a white flash of release. Her orgasm came quickly, suddenly, and she cried out in wild, delirious abandon. Her back arched viciously, almost causing him to lose his grip on her. The inner folds of her pussy clenched around his strong, protruding fingers, grasping them tightly, refusing to let go.
Stronger than her last orgasm, he wanted this one to last as well, so he maintained the currents that ran over her body. He pulled his lips away from her neck, briefly noticing the dark hickey that he had left before looking at her face. Her pure, innocent features were contorted with release, her mouth open wide to let out her screams and gasps of pleasure. Her right hand gripped his cock strongly, the cool hardness providing an anchor in the tormented waters of her explosion.
Seeing this vision of innocent beauty, this small nymph, come this hard twice would have brought any man to the brink of his own release, he mused. As her wet, naked body thrashed against him, he was glad that he was not an ordinary man. Throughout his overtures, his breath had remained steady. His hardness had never lapsed during her exploration of his cock. While he was eager to accomplish his goal, he was willing to wait until the time was right. Fortunately, he thought, the time was fast approaching.
As her orgasm waned, she leaned down into his body, her head resting on one of his broad, sturdy shoulders. He let the currents die back down for the moment, his left hand stroking her back, feeling her relax into his touch. He pulled the probing fingers of his right hand out of her body and brought them up to her mouth. Her mind hazy with lust, she opened her mouth readily, tasting her body's slick fluids on his fingers. Looking up into his eyes as she cleaned him, she let out soft moans and gently flicked her tongue over his skin, copying his earlier teasing. Here's the playful side of my little nymph, he thought.
Her right hand, having never left his cock, slowly resumed stroking his hardness. She lifted her head off of his shoulder to look into the deep blue pools of his eyes. He saw the same unquenchable lust in her that he knew she could see in him. Her two shattering orgasms had drained her, it was true. She wasn't drained fully, though, and he knew she was ready for more.
Starting from her sweat-slicked shoulders, his hands grazed down her skin, over her arms and breasts, gliding over her stomach to grasp her waist. Knowing what was coming, eager for what was coming, she grasped his shoulder with her left hand to balance herself. He lifted her petite form effortlessly and brought her over his hips to straddle his waist. He slowly, torturously, hovered her over his cock, which she held steady for her aching pussy.
She gripped his shoulder suddenly, an element of fear entering her eyes.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, trying to lift herself from his strong grip.
He stopped, holding her still. He could feel the tip of his cock lightly brushing her womanly folds.
"What about protection?" she asked. "I don't want to get pregnant!"
Frowning, his eyes suddenly acquiring a determined look, he willed the water to begin caressing her again, strongly, passionately. She gasped as her body reacted, her need drowning out her protests.
He slowly lowered her tight, wet sheath down on himself, the head parting her folds easily. She yelped at his coldness as it penetrated her. Swiftly bending his head down, he took a stiff nipple into his cool mouth and suckled at it strongly. Her back arched, and with both hands now grasping his shoulders, she willingly forced herself down onto his cock. Her nipple lightly gripped in his teeth, he couldn't help grinning. With all resistances and protests gone, this young woman would accept his seed and bear his child.
The shallow thrust of his cock into her heat wasn't enough for either of them. Lifting her hips again, he forced her back down further onto him, bringing a cry from her. Still, his size made it difficult to penetrate her completely, even with her passage so wet from her earlier orgasms. Realizing patience was needed with this beautiful creature, he lifted her and brought her back down onto his hardened manhood, over and over again, slowly, wringing a cry from her each time he plunged deeper into her.
Eventually, her pussy was ready for him, stretched open for his thrusts, and his cock was soon buried deep inside her passage. She grasped his shoulders tightly, adjusting herself to his thickness inside her. He continued to let the currents caress her body, and felt her body lubricating her folds for his eventual assault. For now, though, he was content to hold her.
Breathing heavily, she bent her head down to his neck, found a spot, and held her open mouth to him, sucking, nibbling his skin. Yes, he enjoyed this creature, who was so willing to use his own tactics of seduction and eroticism against him. He arched his neck, giving her eager mouth access to his flesh, moaning in pleasure as she left her own mark on him.
He couldn't help the gentle thrusts into her willing body. The feel of her warmth resting against him and her mouth toying with his skin combined to fuel his desire to breed with this female. As his thrusts continued, she moaned against him, accepting his chill shaft inside her. Not hearing any resistance from her, he gripped her hips, and started lifting her up and down onto his cock. She tried to keep her mouth on his neck, tasting his sweat as it ran down her throat, but the force of his thrusts soon had her moaning and crying out in abandon.
Pulling her mouth away from him, she gripped his shoulders tightly and let her head fall backward, arching her breasts into his eager mouth. With the two delectable beads of flesh ripe for the picking, he lowered his mouth and feasted on them eagerly, his tongue stroking and tasting their flesh, his teeth nipping the buds, sending electric shocks throughout her body. He let go of her waist and wrapped his hands around her back, holding her as she rode his cock roughly, her body again straining for release.
The water swished and swirled around their writhing bodies. He let it flow around them and between them. He increased the pressure of the currents that touched her body, again assaulting her senses. She began to thrust against him harder, gasping. Pulling away from her breasts for just a moment, he was pleased to see her face was again a mask of determination, straining for release, using his hardness just as he was using her body. Knowing that he was fulfilling his promise to give her pleasure unmatched, he returned his attention to her hard nipples.
He moved his right hand down her back to rest just above the firm globes of her ass. Continuing the liquid assault against her body and the oral assault against her breasts, he moved the hand between her cheeks, searching. He ran the side of his hand up and down her crack, feeling her flesh surround his hand. Finding the small, hidden button, he spread her open and forced a current of water to run against her back passage. She cried out at the sensation and tightened her body, but he continued to run the water over her, stroking her.
She relaxed into the touch, and he took the chance to gently probe a finger into her. Her ass clenched the finger tightly, but she didn't pull away. Pulling the finger out, he pushed it back in again, deeper. She moaned at the sensation. He continued the forward and back, in and out, see-sawing motion of his finger at her ass, wanting her to cum one more time. When she rose up off of his cock, he pushed his finger in. When she lowered herself back down, he pulled the finger out. Her cries of pleasure and the eager thrusts of her body told him that the tactic was working.
With her ass clenching against his finger and her pussy grasping his cock, he knew that she was once again approaching orgasm. The sweat poured off of her body, drenching them both as their bodies writhed against each other, only to be washed away by the splashing water. Their mutual cries of pleasure and need filled this cradle of nature. Lips pressing together in abandon, tongues dueling harshly, roughly, he knew the time was upon them.
Pulling his finger out of her ass, he grasped her waist roughly with both hands. On her next upstroke, he continued lifting, pulling her off of his cock completely. She cried out at his sudden disappearance, her pussy grasping vainly for the hard shaft that had so completely filled it.
Standing up, he turned her around to kneel on the rock bench. The rough surface scratched her knees and legs, but she appeared to accept the pain readily. Resting her hands on the shore and gripping the bundled blanket, she spread her legs and looked back over her shoulder at the man that filled her so fully. He could barely control his lust now, his desire to spill his seed into this young woman starting to dominate all thought. He looked at her, seeing her own lust was barely controlled.
"Fuck me, " she said simply.
Grasping her hips firmly, he obeyed this mortal woman's request. In one smooth, hard, powerful thrust, he plunged his cock as deep into her womanhood as far as he could. Her loud cry echoed in the air, scattering the birds in fear. Needing to feel her walls pulse around him before he came, he exuded all his power in an effort to push her over the edge.
Sprays of water erupted from the surface of the pool, wrapping around her exposed back, showering her skin. The sprays became stronger, showering both of their bodies. Her hair soon became plastered against her skin, but he didn't care, and she didn't bother to move it. He directed another stream to rise up and curl around her ass, dipping into the crevice, massaging the hole there. More currents under the water roughly ran across her sensitive nipples, rubbing, caressing, and pulling at her flesh. Another current ran over her clit, massaging the straining nub, shattering her mind. What was happening, he was sure she didn't know. She didn't complain, though.
"Yes, yes, yes, more, harder, harder, " she babbled incoherently. Her head was arched up, her mind absorbed in the feel of his shaft pounding into her, his hands gripping her tightly, holding her body steady and pulling him into her.
Her thrusts back against his cock sped up, and he knew she was close. Wanting to play every advantage he could, he pulled more water into himself, sending it to his hardened manhood. He felt it thickening, lengthening, and stretching her tight pussy even further.
"Oh..God! What are you...oh, YES!!" she cried out, feeling his cock grow inside her.
His cock lengthened, reaching deeper into her clenching pussy. When he felt the tip of his cock gently caress her cervix, he pounded into her as hard as he could, reaching for her orgasm, wanting to rip it out of her petite, eager body. Bending forward, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her up against his chest. His head bent down to her shoulder and he attached his mouth once again to the ripe skin of her neck, marking her. His hands wrapped around her, grabbing her breasts roughly, massaging the yielding globes. He directed all the streams and currents to mesh together, and as one, they attacked her clit with a vengeance.
"Oh...GOD!! YES!! YES!!" she cried out.
He felt her body stiffen. Her hands, which had wrapped themselves around his head, holding him to her neck, gripped him harshly, her nails digging into his skin. Her hips stopped moving, thrusting down as far down on his cock as they possibly could. Her eyes closed, she yelled out her passion and her orgasm overtook her.
Her pussy held onto his shaft in a vise-like grip. He tried to continue his thrusts into her, but her tightness collapsed around him, gripping him, preventing him from moving. As her walls contracted strongly around his cock, bathing him in her orgasmic fluids, he finally released his own cum into the body of this fertile female.
He cried out in triumph and release as his seed exploded into her, bathing her womb. He continued to pour into her even after her body suddenly went limp in his arms. When her pussy suddenly released its death grip on his cock, he took the chance to resume pounding into her, roughly, deeply, his cum still racing into her. He could feel their combined fluids running out of her body to be dissolved in the water, but still he continued to thrust into her, determined to fill her fertile body with his seed.
Feeling her limp body in his arms, his cock slowly softening, his body drained, he slowly set the young woman back down on the rock bench, willing the water to return to its calm state. He looked at her smooth, pristine face, flushed with passion, eyes closed with exhaustion. Yes, here was a real beauty, a true nymph of fantasy. He ran his hand down her cheek and softly kissed her lips. He dipped his hand under the water and gently pushed a finger deep into her pussy, feeling their combined fluids. Satisfied that he had done what he wanted to do, he moved away from her.
Letting his body dissolve back into the water, he let his consciousness sink back into oblivion. The girl would wake up and remember what had happened, he knew. In nine months their child would be born. He might see them both again, maybe; who knew? In the meantime, he would rest, and await another day like today.
©KinkyScreams 2005
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