She felt the first signs of another orgasm building as her man plunged himself into her, but the woman beside her was getting even closer. Her breathing was becoming rapid and erratic and her fingers were starting to dig into Miriam's hand as she squeezed more tightly. Miriam squeezed back gently, just to let her know that she had noticed. The certainty of her neighbour's arousal was adding to her own stimulation, bringing her nearer to coming herself. Even better, her own lover was beginning to grunt into her ear as he too approached his climax.
For a thrilling moment she thought that all three of them might come simultaneously, but it was not to be. The woman came first, squeezing so hard on Miriam's hand that she felt her fingers grind painfully together, her gasps turning into full on cries, shouts of 'yes' and 'harder' encouraging her man. Miriam grinned to herself, listening to this unrestrained outburst of pure joy from out of the darkness.
Immediately afterward her man drew back until only the tip of his twitching cock remained inside her and, with a long drawn out groan, slammed himself into her, releasing that first huge gush to splash against her cervix. She released her friend's hand and clutched at her partner, pulling him to her and pushing up with her pelvis to make sure she took every last drop as deep inside her as she could. He groaned loudly in her ear and felt hurriedly for her breasts, grabbing her nipples, pinching and twisting them to bring a cry of surprised pain from her lips and triggering a huge orgasm within her. She could feel his cream pouring into her in hot spurts, and each time he thrust at her he gripped and twisted her nipples, taking pleasure from the pain he was inflicting, not realising that the jerking of her body and the furrows her nails were digging into his back were from intense pleasure and not from intense pain. She gasped and moaned into his neck, not even trying to keep quiet, hearing him groaning as well and feeling excited because she knew the whole room must recognize exactly what was happening. Or at least, those who were not similarly involved.
Both orgasms seemed to last forever, but eventually his spurts dwindled and his thrusts less forceful, until he slumped onto her, gasping and sweating. Not that Miriam was any better. When the waves of pleasure finally subsided she lay completely spent, her body trembling from the power of her climax, jerking a little intermittently as she was shot through by tiny orgasmic aftershocks. She smiled to herself as her partner rolled away to one side, mumbling something that sounded like a vague thank you. Being simply used as a sexual object was exactly what she had needed and now she was satiated and content.
'God, that was good. I really needed that.'
It was her female companion who reached out and took Miriam's hand again as she whispered her happiness. Miriam gave her hand a little squeeze, not yet up to saying anything much at all.
'Can we get together sometime?' The woman asked.
Miriam thought about it, not really sure how to respond even though she had promised herself 'anything with anyone'.
'Not tonight, I'm too knackered.' She prevaricated. 'Maybe next week when I'm here.'
'No.' The woman explained. 'I meant can we get together outside of here?'
Miriam ran her hand through her hair as she tried to think of a reasonable objection, before falling back on the obvious.
'That would be against the anonymity rules, wouldn't it?'
It was statement rather than a question. Miriam had no intention of meeting anyone away from the Darkroom premises. To do so would reveal far too much about her. She grinned to herself in the dark, wondering if any of her partners tonight had realised that they had just had sex with the neighbouring town's mayor.
The End.
Amanda's Fantasy
Her eyes flickered between pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. His hand was wrapped tightly around her neck, his fingers forcing red marks into her skin, and she could feel her head becoming lighter in response. Her hands and face scraped against the brick wall, the little pieces of debris flaking off into her skin. Her face was stained with mascara filled tears, but this only made him want her more. She could hear his groans around her, surrounding her, and overpowering her cries. Her eyes closed from exhaustion and she kept repeating to herself "He's almost done. He's almost done."
She was almost oblivious as he finished. He didn't bother pulling out. Why would he? He took his hand from around her neck and her small frame sunk to the ground in a heap. She had blocked out what was happening to cope with the attack. Her tears had dried and her throat was raw from her cries and his forced attentions. He reached down and slapped her hard across her face, bringing her back to reality. Her eyes slowly opened and they were rimmed with red. Once he knew she was focusing back on him, he squatting down beside her and reached out to grab her chin firmly; his fingers forcing her lips into a contorted position.
"You're mine now." was all he said.
Amanda woke with a start and audibly moaned.
"That dream again?" she muttered to herself.
She rolled over to take a peek at the old fashioned alarm clock beside the bed. It took a moment for her eyes to focus before she made out that it was only 4:30 AM. She rolled back over onto her back and closed her eyes, thinking back to the rather...intense dream she just had. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs and she couldn't resist reaching a hand down to it. She slipped her fingers under her panties, her thumb hooking on trim of the bikini cut underwear, and began rubbing at her vulva. She was dripping wet. She tipped her head back and bit her lip as she spread her wetness up and around her clit and began circling it with her finger. She loved teasing herself.
She squeezed her eyes closed tighter and tried to think back to her dream, trying to fill in the blanks.
He had her by the hair, his hand wrapped around it tightly, and he used that grip to control her. Her pantyhose were scraping against the ground holes forming in the thin material and they weren't much protection for her knees either. She could feel the pieces of rock digging into them, but didn't pay much attention. His pants were unzipped and pulled halfway down his hips, exposing his thick, veiny penis through the hole of his boxers. Her cheeks ached from the vigorous infiltration of his manhood into her mouth. Saliva splattered down her chin and across her exposed breasts. Her shirt, tattered around her front, didn't offer her defense from the cold. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as he forced his penis down her esophagus, the ripples in it grinding against the side of those muscles, causing her discomfort. Her larynx reeled in response, trying to eject this infiltration from it.
He could feel the muscles of her throat pushing against his unyielding erection, making the grip even tighter. He let out a growl, using the grip in her hair to force her head to tip back. He bent her body over a tire lying in the ally way. Her legs were bent at an uncomfortable angle, one of them half folded behind her. Her upper body was arched out and her neck was stretched awkwardly. He scuttled forward and straddled her. His testicles came up against her face and he ground them against her chin, mouth and nose hard. She tried to turn her head away as she felt the sweaty skin rubbing against her face, the wiry pubic hair scratching at her sensitive skin. He made her inhale his essence, the pure heart of his arousal; a few moments longer before pulling back to instead push the head of his thickness back into her mouth.
He didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, but rather immediately thrust his full length into her, making her gag reflex flare up yet again. He pounded into her little pouty mouth over and over again, ripping apart her face. He groaned as he stabbed in and out without inhibition. He pulled his length all the way out, causing a popping sound as it slipped out from her wet lips. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his shaft and slapped her across the face with it. Her own saliva spread across her face as he whacked her with it several more times. He leaned forward and again rubbed his scrotum across her face, smearing her spit into her hair and across her cheeks and forehead. Finally he pulled back and took a step back. He pulled her hair toward him, causing her to scramble up. His body ha
lf bent to meet her and he spit on her face.
"You dirty fucking tease..." he said, trailing off. Amanda moaned, the wetness now spread down her thighs. She wasn't circling her clit now, but rather she was rubbing at it furiously. Her back arched off of the mattress, creating a bridge with her body. Her blankets had long before slid down her body. In her frantic rubbing her shirt had pushed up and revealed her lean stomach. Sweat was beginning to form on her smooth skin as her body writhed and arched from her self pleasure. Her hands and feet were tightening and untightening in beat with her masturbation. Moans began to slip through her bit lip.
She moved a finger down to slip inside of her moist cove, and it began clenching at it right away. She bucked her hips up into her own hand, forcing her finger down deeper. She pushed it in and out, wishing it was the man from her dreams thrusting into her. She slipped another finger in and began sliding them in faster. She curled her fingers to push against that oh so sensitive spot, causing her to push her head hard against the pillow. She slipped back into her fantasy world. Amanda was walking home from a night out with her friends. They had all parted ways at the bar, this being a smaller sized town. There wasn't much crime in Tributalion Town. Amanda was wearing a shorter black skirt and a pair of new pantyhose. They amazingly didn't have a run in them yet. Her legs looked long in the black heels she had chosen for the night. She kept walking, her paced slowed a bit by the heels. She could hear the crunch of her shoes against the ground in the almost silent night.
Goosebumps rose on her arms as the night chilled. She was wearing a one shouldered green blouse. It didn't quite drop low enough to cover her stomach and her hip bones were exposed. Her skin was slightly tanned, as she occasionally made visits to the local tanning booth. One of her arms dangled down past her hip, her purse loose in her fingers. The other wrapped around her exposed midriff, trying to preserve as much heat as possible. Her hair was loose and wisped around her face in the night wind, the occasional piece sticking to her lips and causing her to reach up and free it.
She had worn more make-up than normal and it made her eyes pop. Her lashes were dark, and had been curled for the evening. Her eyes looked almost 'wide eyed' from the way she had applied her make-up. Her eye shadow was smoky and it made her green eyes pop, even in the dark night. Her lips, normally full, gleamed with rich color, thanks to her lipstick choice for the evening. Her bottom lip still formed its usual pout appearance. She had a mouth that made all men want to fuck it. Her skin was smooth and almost spotless despite the freckled scattered across her cheeks and over her nose. She had a habit of biting at her bottom lip, which exposed her white teeth; a starching contrast to the darkness that surrounded her. Her cheek bones were high, and her smile from tonight's activities accented them tonight.
She turned, walking into the alley that would take her toward her street. The streetlights didn't quite reach to the middle and she would be walking in almost complete darkness for a moment. As she drew closer to the middle she reached down to feel around in her purse for her phone. She planned to use it to guide her path. This alley was known for abandoned tires, bikes and other whatnots. She tipped her head down and bent slightly to bring her face closer to her purse. That's when she felt a hard body press up behind her and grabbed her by her hair. She went to let a scream, but his other hand shoved something into her mouth. It tasted horrible, like grease that had been festering for months.
She felt the heavy breathing of the man on her neck as he pushed up closer against her. She struggled, trying to break out of his grip, but it was no use. He used his body to back her face first into the wall of the alley. He rubbed against her ass from behind, his erection evident through his jeans. He used his hand to push her skirt up over her hips, exposing her pantyhose clad ass. He thrust into that womanly crevice with his bulging penis.
He spoke into her neck "You fucking tease, you're going to get what you're asking for." before sinking his teeth into it. She cried out around the cloth in her mouth at the pain of his bite. Her wrists scraped against the wall as he ground into her from behind. Suddenly he stopped and used her hair to reel her body around to face him. She hadn't seen him yet, but it didn't matter as his face was covered with a dark ski mask. Only his lips, dry and thin, and his eyes, glimmering with evil intent, were visible through the thick material. Those lips formed into a grimace as he watched her looking at him and his eyes twinkled a little more. He yanked her head back and forced her hips up against him. He brought his other hand up and clouted her across the face. This caused her face to turn and the pull on her hair to intensify.
Her face stung from his slap, but he didn't give her much time to absorb before using her hair to yank her head to the side and down. She was forced to drop to her knees in front of him. He tipped her head back and made her look up at him with those big innocent eyes.
"This is just the beginning, bitch." he said with a smirk.
Amanda was beyond the need for release now. The whole rape fantasy had played out in her mind, piece by piece. Her hands were shaking slightly and her vagina muscles were clenching at her fingers. Her other hand had long ago dropped down to rub at her clit as she finger fucked herself. Her moans had grown louder and un-abandoned as she neared her release. Her hair stuck to her face, the heat of her arousal spreading up her body. She could feel her release coming and she bit down on her lip hard in anticipation. She felt her vagina begin to clasp around her fingers harder than before, squeezing over and over in bursts. Her fingers continued moving, but not as fast now. The hand that was rubbing her clit abandoned such attentions and instead moved its grip into the sheets of the bed and seized them tightly. Her hips lifted rhythmically with the waves of pleasure that were spreading up and down her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth parted as hot fast breathes escaped them.
In the after math of her orgasm she lay still. One hand still pushed up tightly against her mound and the other still fondling the sheets. Her breathing began to slow and her eyes slid closed. Her body sunk into the bed as her mind sunk back into a deep sleep.
The End.
Nude Beach Sex
We've driven by Rooster Rock, a popular nude beach lots of times in the Columbia River Gorge. I've always wanted to stop, just to look and to check it out. Just to satisfy my curiosity.
I've read from various sources that gay men frequent a section of this beach. I determined not to let this bother me, and formulated responses to politely decline any offer if this occurred. Recently while travelling alone, I stopped to check it out.
I walked past the clothing optional sign down the hill. Just past a bench to dress, I spied a couple in the bushes. I did feel a sense of relief that a male/female couple was there.
I continued down the trail for quite some time, it is secluded on either side by trees and brush. I saw no one. Finally I gathered up the courage to take off my clothes and stuff them in my backpack.
I wandered along the trail toward the beach, naked and praying that I did not get an erection, because while I was not sexually aroused, it was sexually exciting. Any naturist, who says that sex has nothing to do with being naked and free, is not being totally honest. Being released from the confines of what society deems appropriate is the rush. The ability to walk around totally nude, in front of others and outdoors is an experience I recommend to everyone. It was a freeing experience.
I walked my way to the water where I found at the end of the path, another male and female couple sunbathing in the grass. I stood out of sight as I watched the male caress his female partners back, and then reach between her legs and begin fingering her pussy. The woman parted her legs and allowed her lover to continue to finger her.
My cock swelled in short order as I watched this exhibitionism play out.
He was on his side. His erection was clearly visible. She reached over and stroked him, then turned to face him. She allowed him to continue to finger her as she leaned over and began sucking his cock. She pushed against his hand as sh
e had her first orgasm. With one hand around his balls and one hand around his cock, she sucked and stroked him to the point he let out a nearly inaudible groan.
I stroked my own cock and balls as he pulled out of her mouth and shot a rope of cum across her tits. She answered with her own orgasm, pressing hard against his hand. They lay back down in the grass, leaving me with a raging hard on and on the edge of cumming myself.
I knelt down so that I would be out of sight of anyone, obscured by grass and bushes, and brought myself off to a powerful orgasm, cum shooting feet from my cock and onto the ground. I waited for a few moments to let my erection subside and milked the last of cum from my cock, then continued with my nude tour of the beach.
Across the water on the island, were lots and lots of naked people.
I didn't have the time to walk over to the island, as I was en route to meet someone. I walked out, almost to the sign, more and more comfortable with my nakedness before getting dressed.
On my return trip home, I went back to the beach, and actually took longer this time to strip my clothing, and I made my way to the beach, and onto the beach. There were several couples and a group of college girls, as well as single men walking around.
It was a rush to be naked and free. I stood on the beach facing the river, naked, and called my wife and told her where I was and what had just happened. I told her I wanted her to go with me. She was on the way to meet me at a nearby hotel. She said she'd consider it, but wasn't so sure she could follow through.
I walked nude back through the bushes and grass, following the meandering trail back to the trailhead. I was struck with the strong urge to masturbate. My cock swelled as I walked along. I passed a few people and then ducked into an out of the way clearing obscured by bushes and grass.
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