A man from the past spots an attractive 18 year old girl near the local pond during the early hours of the night. All she needs is sexual intimacy.
The moon hung low and large in the nighttime sky with a soft silvery glow over the tranquil street that make up Montvale Circle in the Indiana countryside. There was a quiet that caused the occasional cricket song to seem like a declaration that echoed through the surrounding neighborhood. The air was scented of blossoming flowers and the sweet, almost cloying scent that seemed to enlarge the shadows. In the middle of this tranquil scene one person walked by through the streets, the gentle thuds of their shoes on the pavement the sole sound that disturbed the peace.
“Hey, you,” the voice yelled out in a whisper that seemed to float across into the darkness. I turned around to find a girl of perhaps eighteen years old, standing at the pond’s edge. She wore a basic black tank and shorts that barely disguised the curvature of her torso. Her eyes open and curious were focused on mine as she moved closer. “You out for a walk?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, feeling a strange tension in my stomach as she came closer. I was greeted by a the kind of smile that implied she was aware of the dance of the insomniac very well. She was Betty Scott, she said that she had been up because of a wager with her pals. A challenge to go to the Pond at midnight. I looked at her and she posed a challenge with her eyes. “Wanna join me?”
Betty’s hands touched mine, her palm was warm and slightly sticky from the sweets she’d eaten. She led me along the path and the sound of our footsteps now muffled by soft grass below us. The surface of the pond was reflection of the stars that hung above. Frogs sang a bass line to the melody of crickets. The water was inviting and a cool, dark hug that sounded like a promise of relief from the heat.
The air became heavy with something else as we stood at the water’s edge. Something electrical and moving. Betty turned her gaze to me with her eyes gloomy filled with a lust that caused my heart to tremble within my chest. And then, without any words, she leaped into me and kissed her lips against mine. The kiss was with an uncanny speed, her tongue slipping between my teeth to investigate my mouth. The scent was faintly mint and sweeter or something else. My cock began to shake in response to the sudden sexual attraction.
Her hand fell down my back, her fingers gently rubbing my skin as she tried to grab the top of my jersey. She threw it over my head and broke the kiss only long enough to push it off. Her eyes were straying across my body, and she pondered the bulge that was growing within my own pants. The smile that was curved around her lips was brimming with laughter. “You’re not so bad for an old man,” she said her voice low and a purr.
The words of her mouth sent tingle throughout me. It was a sweet combination of arousal and something more sinister. I knew that I had to put it down, I knew it was not right but the way she gazed at me, and the manner in which she touched me was too much to resist. I grabbed the button of her shorts and pulled them off to expose her naked and naked body to the dark air. Her skin was light soft and silky smooth. Her tummy waiting to be soaked in anticipation.
Betty took off her shorts, putting them in an unintentional pool of water at her ankles. She threw them away and leaned back to take off her bra. The bra fell off, showing her flawless, sexy breasts, her nipples already full of desire. She moved closer and her body was rubbing against mine. She then I took my hand and placed the palm on her breast.
Her skin was warm and soft and her heart beat in a wild tattoo on my palm. She shut her eyes, breathing in short gasps while I began kneading her skin, noticing her nipple get tighter as I pressed it. Her hand made its way to my pants, and with a an effortless movement of her wrist, she opened them.
With a big moan, she took my cock. It was hefty and tough and pointed towards the sky like an compass needle looking for the true north. She leaned back and her hair was bouncing around us, before taking me into her mouth. The sudden sweepiness, the temperature, the pressure it was too to handle. I wretched and my head sank back, as she began to take me in with a skill that was a step over the limits of her experience. Her tongue swung around my head cock, drawing the veins that popped out like ropes on the shaft.
Her eyes were fixed on my face, those dark pools of merriment monitoring my every move like she was recording my delight. My balls swelled as my gastric swelled to an explosion inside me. “Betty,” I managed to get my mouth to shut, “you’re going to make me cum.”
Her eyes widened and she sighed without snatching the rhythm of sucking. She was enthusiastic about the experience, eager to get the whole thing. I felt the initial spurt of cum increase, and the next thing I knew, she was there with her mouth expanding faster her cheeks becoming hollow as she sank my cock very deep and deep enough to let me look up at stars.
Then it happened – I walked into the room. I popped into her mouth, hot flashes of my sexy cum filled her up with a smoky tongue that dangled around my cock, capturing every drop. She took a breath, her throat twitching before she pulled her back her lips, glistening in the light of the moon. She glared towards me. Her face that of pure joy like she’d achieved something amazing.
It appeared as if the world was pause all around her as she rose up on her feet. Beautiful as a nymph in evening, and her figure lit by the soft light of the moon. Her breasts moved gently and her nipples were still firm waiting to be touched. She was aware. She put her hand on her hip, and then licked her lips. It was a move that was innocent but very attractive.
“Now, it’s your turn,” she declared with a passionate whisper which sent chill through my spine. I didn’t have to hear it twice. My eyes wandered over her body, absorbing every inch of her starting from the bulge of her hips to the strand of dark hair that was tucked between her legs. She came closer, rubbing myself against my body, with her chest sagging upon my body.
I lifted my arms my arms, my fingers cradling her stomach I felt the smooth flesh under my palms. I squeezed and she cried out with delight, her eyes closing. I leaned in and kissed her a second time and savoring the taste of my lips. The savor of my cum mingling with the minty scent in her mouth. She put his arms around mine as she pulled me closer her legs separating slightly to give me more access.
With a snarl that was more animal than human I threw her onto the grass and felt the dampness of the ground getting into my thighs as I laid on her soles. I looked up at her with wide eyes of excitement, her chest rising in excitement. “Take me,” she demanded, her voice desperate urgent. “Please, fuck me.”
And I did. I fell into her, experiencing her tight, wet warm body engulf me, her feces squeezed around my cock like the velvet of a fist. She was so tight, tightly, and her walls moved around me with her hips rising to accommodate my every move. Night was full of the sounds of our passion, the smack of flesh against skin, and the wet sound of our bodies rubbing.
We moved in the dance of the moon itself, our silent companion in our search for release. The tension increased, becoming closer and closer until it finally snapped. Betty’s body was lowered to the floor, and her head bowed and she shouted my name when she walked in with her tummy clenching on me with an incredibly tight vise.
The orgasm washed over me, like a wildfire that consumed every inch of me. I was able to slam into her one time three times, three times more and was there, leaking into her body, and our bodies joined in a way that was equally right and wrong, but so delicious. We lay in bed in a state of exhaustion, our aftermath of the pleasure still running through us, and the evening air cooling our sweaty skin.
At that time we were the only two of us on the planet, lost in a fog of passion and love. As the night wore along, we’d end up on the pond time and again, our secret meetings turning into a secret ceremony, deliciously tasting of the forbidden, which we could not resist.
Another time Betty became the take the initiative, pulling me into the pool before we’d had a opportunity to wash our clothes. The cool water covered us, and the moon reflected onto the smooth surface when we kissed underneath it. Her slim body writhed on my legs, her legs swathed around my waist while I leaned on her with my cock, which was growing firm to her stomach. She reached down and led me into her body swimming pool, the water providing the gentle lubrication we needed as we played in the water’s deeps, the sound of our breaths merging with the croaks and gurgles of the frogs.
Betty was a consummate eater Her youthful energy was unstoppable. She would ride me with enthusiasm that was unstoppable Her eyes never left mine as she floated around and down with the water flowing all around us. It was easy to feel her tense over me. I could feel her hands pressing into my shoulders as she whispered sweet words to me, encouraging me to refuel her. When she did I could feel her screams of joy were as if music, sounding out across the lake.
Our encounters grew bolder, more experimental. We experienced the joy of watching one another smiling as well as the satisfying ache of pushing ourselves towards the edge before being able to let go. We’d lay on the grass, cool dew against our bodies and then take turns bringing our bodies to the apex by putting our hands and mouths looking at every inch of our naked skin.
In the night she whispered something fresh in my ear while she lay on me her breasts, bouncing around with each bounce on her hips. “I want you to cum inside me,” she exclaimed, her voice swollen of desire. She lean back, her hands resting on my chest and she dragged me further with her body, her sexy pulse circling me until I was able to hold my back.
Our secret encounters continued, each one more thrilling and satisfying than the previous. Betty was a goddess of sexual pleasure she was a siren, drawing me into every encounter. And as the summer days were getting smaller and the weather became warmer, I was aware that the time we had together was short. The thought of ending it every minute spent of her being with me feel valuable, more important.
However, as the leaves started to change as did the waters of our desires. The winter nights became colder and the pond lost the attraction it once did. But, despite changing seasons, our love for one another was still there, an unquenchable flame that could not be squelched by the cold. We searched for hidden, new locations to explore further and the excitement of finding new things only enhancing the chemistry between us.
The tale of Betty and me developed into a tapestry of lost moments and shared joy, the story unfolded with each touch or kiss, and every moment our bodies sat together in the darkness of night. It was a tale that neither of us could ever forget, one which would mold us in ways we’d never thought of.
A few nights ago, as the cold of autumn started to creep up on the edges of our hidden reality, Betty looked at me with a desire of her eyes more intense than before. “There’s something I want to try,” she said and her cheeks glowed with excitement. “Something… new.”
The hand slid through the stomach of my body, her fingers moving along the length between my pubic hair, before reaching my cock’s bottom. “I want you to fuck my ass,” she stated, her voice tinny and desperate. The words floated across the room, filled with desire, sending an electric bolt directly to my the groin.
I’d never tried it before and the way she viewed me, how her body was tense with anticipation was too much to not accept. I smiled with my heart beating when she sat up her body, showing me with a vulnerable look that made me feel confident and secure. Her body was beautiful and the contours of her cheeks shining in the night, her close rosette calling me to come closer.
Gentlely, I pulled her cheeks open my cock, which was already saturated in pre-cum as well as her fluids. I gently pushed the tip against her puckered face and felt her tension build for a while before she eased up, allowing me to push in. Her eyes widened, and her fingers sinking into the grass as I began filling her with. It was tight, it was tighter than her pussy. The sensation was like nothing I’d previously experienced before.
Her eyes closed as I continued to push in with my head of a curly cock bursting through the muscles. “It hurts,” she said, but the curve that her spine made and the way she leaning back against me suggested a different story. I stopped, allowing her body time to adjust, and my breaths erupting into ragged gasps.
“Keep going,” she demanded her voice, a mixture of joy and pain. That’s what I did. I began to push into her inches by inches, and watched her face twist with each motion until I was buried to the point of death. The sensation was unimaginable the way her thigh was grabbing me like a fist her swollen tummy soaked with excitement.
I began to move slow initially, my hips shifting back and forth until I discovered a beat that seemed to resonate throughout each of us. She complained and her body shook with each step and her cries becoming more loud as the pain subsided to something more primitive.
“Fuck me,” she was panting and her voice was the siren’s chant that I could not resist. “Fuck me hard.” That’s what I did. I offered her what she wanted, my legs slamming into her and the impact of our bodies colliding echoing across the deserted park.
The orgasm she released was explosive and her body shook around me while she screamed through the night. I felt her stomach clench and let go in a cacophony of sensation which sent me to the edge. I sank into her, feeling the warm body of hers embracing me, the sensation of our bond complete.
As we lay in the sand with the cold earth below us, the dazzling stars above me, I knew there would never be another identical. Our secret was getting deeper dark, more intense, and darker. As we embraced one another as our breaths danced with the chill of the air I thought that I had been losing in Betty Scott, and she was lost to me. The lure of the forbidden has engulfed us both and we were bound forever to the ties of our illicit romance.
