The voice was closer now. The soft baritone sent a shiver up her body that somehow conflicted with, and complimented, the warmth that radiated outward from her core. The contradiction stole her determination and forced honesty from her traitor mouth in a whisper. "Too long."
Her arms were getting tired. That had to be the reason they started shaking. It had nothing to do with the seductive voice so close by.
"Why haven't you simply found a boyfriend? There are plenty in your classes bland enough to keep from being a political threat."
That was the problem. She was still a woman. She wanted the romance, maybe even the adventure of being a conquest. Unfortunately, she couldn't allow herself to succumb to such base concerns. She couldn't even admit to it, except in the safety of her own mind.
Her elbows shook so heavily that they nearly folded on her. She finally relented to the demands of her body and lowered herself to the ground. Her hips remained high in the air but the new position was comfortable. Almost relaxing. If only she could bring herself to relinquish control to other demands of her body.
"I could help, you know." Dave seemed to respond to her very thoughts. The offer so tempting, delivered in that soft silky baritone. "If you wanted me to."
Of course she did! Or, rather, her body did. It wasn't what she wanted at all. She'd been blackmailed into it. He had those pictures and she would do anything to get them.
Even if it meant she had to pretend to like the way his finger had begun to trace little circles on her bare hip. That finger, deliciously cool compared to the inferno of her loins. A heat entirely caused by the fire and not at all by longing!
Just like the pulse that pounded between her legs didn't keep rhythm with those suggestive circles. She wasn't imagining the finger over four inches and a couple of inches down, right where her swollen clit probably revealed itself pressing through the too-thin, too-tight, fabric of her bikini!
No! It was...it was just...Damn! She couldn't think of a legitimate excuse for it. She could barely think at all!
Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to resist the call of her body. He hadn't touched her anywhere inappropriate. He hadn't demanded anything of her. He hadn't ripped the low-cut bikini from her bottom and thrust himself ferociously inside of her.
As much as she tried to resist the fact that she wanted him to, her body spoke of the lie that it was. Her nipples scraped the dirt, as hard as diamonds and as sensitive as a candle flame. The breasts which pressed against the ground felt swollen. Her clit throbbed. Her lips were an inferno, trapped by the moist-once-more bathing-suit.
"please"
The finger stopped moving. The complete lack of sensation tore a whimper from Christy. The soft touch had driven her body and orchestrated her need all out of proportion with the size and nature of the contact. With it gone, it seemed her body had nothing to control her need. What had been uncomfortable moments before instantly became unbearable.
"What did you say, Christy? I couldn't hear you."
"Please." She managed to growl in response. When his finger didn't return, her voice rose and continued to rise with every word she spoke. "Please. Please! I need it. I need you! Have sex with me. Do me! Fuck me!"
Blessedly, the finger returned. With it came the entire hand. His palm cupped her ass. It was a soothing cool balm across her fevered flesh. Its course slid it over those four inches until her entire nether region was covered. The bikini clung painfully to her engorged lust where he pushed against her.
Face and arms on the ground, Christy braced her body against the gentle pressure. She moaned in appreciation of the way his hand sank slightly into the folds of her body. Her thighs quivered with each soft circle his palm moved over her covered skin. The tip of his fingers began to brush against her swollen clit and lightning exploded within her. It was all too much and too little!
"Don't torture me! Just fuck me!" Her voice echoed over the water. The chuckle that rumbled, unseen behind her, caused her muscles to clench.
His fingers curled around the top of her bikini. With every bit of the force that Christy fantasized about, he yanked them down. They dragged across her round ass. The soaked material clung desperately to mounds already pinched by their tight grip. The sudden release, as the bottoms finally fell to her knees, ripped a scream from her lungs and sent a wracking shudder through every nerve.
When the silky hard form nestled against her, Christy knew she was already at the very precipice. When he pushed experimentally against her, short sharp screams began to issue forth. Her body locked, now braced between the thickness between her legs and the ground.
With her knees together on the ground, she was too tight to accommodate him. His flesh forced its way inside of her, aided only by the abundant slickness her needs produced. Her body clutched at him even as he split her wide open. If she could only spread her legs she could handle the intrusion. Of course, the pressure he poured into her body would never have been as great.
With nowhere to go, the overload of sensation that filled her to the brim, exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. Wildfire burst through her veins. Lightning danced across her flesh and grounded itself at her nipples, her clit, and everywhere that the ridged tip of his cock dragged within her body.
Christy screamed and screamed. Her tight cunt prevented him from pounding into her anywhere near as fast as she wanted. What he lacked in speed, he made up for in sheer force. The need to force his way inside of her, with each and every heavenly thrust, caused him to bury himself until their bodies crashed together.
Obscenities, she wasn't even aware she knew, were swept from her lips. Her body had been given leave to surrender to its darkest needs as euphoria washed away the governors created by ambition and societal expectations. She derided him. She taunted him to do more, to pound her raw, to fuck her until she hurt. To cum inside her so hard she could taste it.
Most of all, she screamed his name, liberally intermingled with that of the Lord.
The taunts, the insults, the coarse language inspired him. Each foul word caused him to swell larger. There was no room for him. There had never been enough room for him! Each pounding thrust caused her muscles to tighten even further. Each time his body crushed her tits unto the ground she came to the next level.
Christy didn't remember how it ended. Dirt gritted inside of her mouth. One of her breasts had slipped out of the triangle of fabric and pressed against the cool earth. Her bikini bottom sat across her thighs, a gap beneath its rightful home. Her legs sprawled out behind her rather than beneath her.
She expected her inner thighs to be sticky. There was no question, however, why those spots trailed up her back, across her neck and clumped in her hair. If not for the thick drip that seeped out of her, and lay pooled within the cup of her bikini, she would have praised him for pulling out. As it was, he'd cum inside of her, over and over if she remembered right, only to pull out afterward and bath her in even more.
For all she could remember, he'd done it multiple times. Surely there was too much for just one session. At least it was only dirt in her mouth. The way she'd lost control, she wouldn't have been surprised to discover that she'd fantasized about deep-throating. After all, her body had been given license to dredge up the darkest secrets of her subconscious.
Christy moaned. Although sore, at least her body had kept them well lubricated enough that she wasn't scraped raw. A soft chuckle sounded nearby, invisible in the dying firelight.
"Are we done, or do you have more yet?"
This time, it was a groan that escaped Christy. Her newly-freed subconscious flashed images of taking the thick cock, which she still had yet to actually see, in her mouth and milking him until he pierced her throat and poured himself down. The image itself almost caused her to gag in sympathetic response. Unfortunately, it also sparked a hint of the heat deep within her core.
"We don't have a shower out here. We should probably go for a swim to clean off."
More inappropriate visions flashed before her eyes before she managed to push them away. She rolled over onto her back and looked up, still too exhausted to do much more. Through the breaks in the trees, the full moon shone brightly. Hours had passed!
She carefully pulled up her swimsuit. She could feel his seed slosh and slip against her but she ignored it. He'd poured even more directly inside of her. If she was going to get pregnant, the extra that leaked through from her clothes wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference.
Finally, she managed to pull herself upright. She couldn't look at him in her embarrassment. Instead, she silently headed for the path to the lake. She needed to feel clean, though she doubted there was enough water in the world.