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Subject: {ASSM} Colleen at the Lake {MF,F-solo,bj,rape}
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Colleen at the Lake {MF,F-solo,bj,rape}
by Philip Harris
It was late in the afternoon when Colleen finally reached
Echo Lake. She knew that in another hour the sun would set
behind the western mountain, bringing darkness quickly to
the pocket where the small lake lay. She knew that she
should press onward to her planned campsite on the
mountaintop. Climbing the unfamiliar trail in the darkness
would be hazardous.
But, for now, the sun shone warmly on the little lake, and
the waters were seductive. It had been four days since
Colleen had last showered, during her last overnight stay
in a hostel. The invitation of the lake was too much to
resist.
She looked to either side of the trail, trying to find a
smaller path that might lead her to a more private part of
the lake. There was only thick brush on either side. This
small bend in the main trail was the only approach down to
the water at this part of the lake. After thirteen days of
solo hiking, Colleen knew there was little likelihood of
anyone else coming along the trial this late in the
afternoon.
She took off her heavy backpack and leaned it against a
convenient tree. Her heavy boots and socks took the
longest to remove. Her t-shirt, shorts, and underwear were
off her in a jiffy. She placed them, neatly folded, on top
of her backpack, and then waded into the cool, lovely
water.
Colleen waded out to waist depth, her toes squishing
through rotted leaves covering a muddy bottom. The lake
water itself was amazingly clear. She squatted until she
was in the water up to her neck, and then rubbed every part
of her body clean without soap.
She floated on her back for a while. The sunlight warming
her ample breasts while the cold mountain lake chilled the
rest of her twenty-three-year-old body. Colleen's hair was
orange-red, her body delightfully freckled.
The cold of the water, at first so deliciously desirable on
her trail-weary body, soon led her shoreward again. As she
walkedtoward the shore she was shivering with cold, but
nonetheless she stopped when still ankle-deep in water.
She stood still and closed her eyes. Both her hands
descended to between her slightly-spread legs. She opened
the folds of her young womanhood with the fingers of her
left hand. Only one finger on her right hand moved. She
opened her mouth and threw back her head. For several
minutes she stood there, statue-like except for an
increasingly rapid heaving of her fine breasts. Her mouth
was wide open, but only she heard the sounds that issued.
That business over, the chill now gone from her body, she
bent over and washed her fingers in the lake, splashing
water to wash between her thighs too. As she stepped
toward shore, looking toward her clothes, looking toward
shore for the first time, her heart leapt in fright. A man
was standing on shore looking at her; he was standing
between herself and her clothes.
"It's very rude of you to look," Colleen said, recovering
her composure, and covering her privates with her hands.
The man was younger than her, maybe 18 years old. His
dirty-blonde hair was long and wild. He was wearing a big
backpack that looked well traveled, and had evidently come
down from the mountain that Colleen planned to climb up
this afternoon.
"You sneaked up on me," she accused, pointing to his hiking
boots. He couldn't have come along quietly in those
without deliberate stealth.
"I couldn't hear you from where I was watching," he
answered. Yes, an 18-year-old's voice.
"You shouldn't have been watching," she said.
"When I see boobs and a pussy floating on the lake, I
watch," he said, as if his answer was reasonable.
"Well go away now," she said, "You've had your free show."
"I still didn't get to hear you," he said, "the wind in the
upper tree branches was too loud."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Colleen lied.
"Now go away."
"I am going to hear you," he said, taking Colleen's clothes
off of her backpack and spreading them on the trail ground.
"No!" Colleen shouted. She turned and tried running
farther out into the water, her running pace slowedby the
water's increasing depth.
"It gets very deep," he said, "and the cliffs are too steep
to climb out of all around the rest of the lake."
"I'm not coming back in," Colleen shouted, now farther out
than she had been before. The bottom did drop away
quickly. "Go away!"
"The water is too cold for you to stay out there very
long," he shouted to her. "And there are snapping turtles
and water snakes."
Oh, Colleen didn't like hearing that.
"It's nice and warm here," he coaxed. "You can lie on your
clothes for a bed."
"You just want to hear me?" she asked. "You'll just watch
and listen?"
"You'd better come in before the snapping turtles get you,"
he answered. Colleen reluctantly waded ashore.
"Can I have my towel from my backpack," she asked as she
walked out of the water.
"I'll get it for you," he said, making himself free with
the contents of her backpack. She reached for the towel
when he took it out, but he said, "I'll dry you off."
He'd taken off his own backpack while Colleen was coming
ashore but he still had all his clothes on, which Colleen
felt was a hopeful sign.
She stood there while he rubbed her body dry with her
towel, rubbing between her breasts, and on them. He held
her right breast in his bare hand while he toweled the rest
of her, using her breast as a handle to turn her body.
He toweled between her legs very roughly, passing the towel
between her legs, then releasing her breast and taking each
end of the towel in one hand, and "flossing" between her
legs.
"No, no," Colleen pleaded, reaching for the towel and
stopping him. "I can't do what you've asked if you do
that."
He let go of the towel, leaving it in her hands. For a
moment she considered how to use the towel best for
covering herself, in the end wrapping it around her hair in
a turban. She didn't want her hair to get dirty from the
ground, if it came to that.
She put her hands down between her legs again, and asked,
"If I do this for you, will you let me go?"
Oh, for answer, he was unbuckling his pants.
His erection was already full. Colleen knew the futility
of trying to talk a boy out of sex when his cock is ready.
"Can I please suck you instead?" she asked.
"That's what I was going to have you do," he said. "Get
down on your knees and finger your pussy while you suck my
cock."
Colleen knelt on her own t-shirt, and took his cock in her
hands. It was sticky and ripe from a day of hiking. She
reached behind herself and dipped her hand into the lake,
and then used that to clean him. Dipping again, she
cleaned him with both hands, washing from his balls upward
to the precum-sticky tip of his cock.
His cock was circumcised, erect with teenage hardness.
Seeing that he didn't have much public hair made Colleen
wonder if he might be even younger than she'd guessed.
Colleen opened her mouth hesitantly. She paused, but he
grabbed her turban-towel and forced her face downward,
thrusting toward her face with his cock. His hand guided
her head, starting her sucking.
Colleen hadn't done this much, sucking a man's cock. She'd
never liked it, and had never gone all the way with it.
"Finger yourself too," he said.
She held his cock with her left hand, and reached between
her legs with her right. She'd already cum today and
didn't need to do it again. Once a day was her usual
satisfaction, and for a moment it was a little awkward,
fingering herself while cock-sucking him.
He started moaning, and so Colleen started moaning too,
although she wasn't really teasing herself fast enough for
a climax. She was determined to fake this and get it over
with, and to spit his cum out discretely.
His moans became faster, and Colleen became unwillingly
aroused. Her clit finger became faster without her trying.
Now his sex moans were so loud that they echoed back from
the rock wall on the far side of the lake, "Ah-ah, ah-ah."
"You have to cum," he gasped to her, surprising her with
the desperation in his voice. "I'm not going to cum until
you cum."
Knowing that he was close to climax, Colleen redoubled her
effort on him.
"Cum with me, cum with me," he shouted, and the echo
shouted back, "cum with me, cum with me."
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," he said, ". . . going
to cum, . . . going to cum."
"Cum now," he shouted. "Make yourself cum with me now!"
Colleen couldn't help herself. She climaxed when his cum
flooded into her mouth. She tried to pull her face away,
to spit him out, but he grabbed her head tightly with both
of his hands and force-fucked her face--ramming his cock
tightly into her mouth to give her a full load.
"Don't swallow," he told her. "Don't you dare swallow a
drop."
She barely heard him because she was orgasming.
"You didn't swallow any, did you?" he asked.
She shook her head no, as best as she could with his cock
in her mouth and her head in his hands.
He pulled his cock out very slowly, telling her to suck the
rest of the cum from it with her lips as he did so.
"Keep my cum in your mouth," he told her. "Don't swallow,
don't spit."
Colleen did as she was told. Her pussy thrummed with
thrill from after-sex. Never in her life had she cum twice
so soon together.
"Put your hands on your ankles," he told her.
Colleen was knealing, so she reached behind herself and
gripped her ankles, causing her upper body to thrust
forward. He grabbed her breasts and began fondling them.
"I love freckles," he said, drawing a finger along the line
of sun freckles that colored Colleen's cleavage. Her
breasts were pale white beneath that line, where the sun
seldom kissed them.
"Make some bubbles at your lips with my cum," he said, "to
prove you still have it."
Colleen did it. He'd cum in her mouth a lot. Some of it
had slipped down into her throat, but she kept most of it
in front of her tongue for him.
"You be a good girl and hold it," he told her, caressing
her breasts maddeningly. Having her breasts felt always
made Colleen really horny. "Keep it in your mouth," he
repeated, "because I want you cum-filled at both ends."
Oh! That wasn't fair! Colleen had done what he'd asked.
She wasn't protected. She had a condom in her backpack.
She mouthed the word "condom" successfully, without
swallowing his cum, indicating her backpack with her head.
"Not for you Baby," he said, still stroking her breasts.
His touch was quite loving. He pushed her breasts together
and pressed his cock between them. It wasn't hard yet, but
he was clearing getting there. He jiggled her breasts and
tit-fucked her, pinching her nipples sometimes. Soon his
cock was almost ready.
"Lie on your back, lover," he said.
"Condom," Colleen pleaded again.
"I told you Baby, cum-filled at both ends." He pinched her
nipples hard until she laid down for him. He spread her
legs open himself.
He knelt between her legs, and taking his still not ready
cock in one hand, he pressed the head between her pussy
lips and rubbed it up and down.
"Show me your 'bubble cum'," he said, and Colleen let his
cum bubble up from her lips again as proof of her
cooperation. She felt his cock sink into her pussy.
"I love your red hair," he said, looking between their
pelvises. "Or color goes well together." In her mind
Colleen pictured his blonde public hairs entwined within
her red pubes.
He fucked her very gently, unhurriedly. Colleen felt
shamefully aroused. He wasn't just raping her; he was
making love to her. Some of her boyfriends had been
quicker and seemed less caring.
"Ahh, ahh," he said. His sex sound was very calm and
pleasant. He was being much quieter now, and his echo was
fainter. "Ahh, ahh, ahh."
His palms were on Colleen's breasts, resting part of his
weight downward on her chest as he fuck-rocked her pussy.
He's a talented 18-year-old, Colleen realized. She
wondered who'd taught him. It must have been an older
woman.
"Oh, oh," he was becoming louder now, more forceful in his
thrusting. Now the real fucking was beginning. "Oh-oh,
oh-oh," his sex echoes reverberated more loudly and
quickly.
"MMmm, mmm." Colleen was surprised to realize that sound
was coming from her. It encouraged him to a faster pace,
and soon Colleen was humming, "um,um,um," quite quickly
herself.
"You can swallow when you cum for me," he told her, now
really getting down to business. His posture changed so
that he was lying on her, reaching beneath himself to pinch
her nipples instead pressing on her breasts.
Colleen gulped his cum, dishonestly since she hadn't
climaxed yet, and yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,"
really fast. Immediately her speech broke into an orgasmic
scream as the first wave of genuine climax overtook her.
Her pussy clinched spasmodically. "Cum in me. Cum in me,"
she yelled.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he yelled back, and the "echo
couple" yelled back in chorus to them from across the lake.
He lay on top of her for a long while after they were done.
Night darkness fell, and they were still together.
"I have to go set up camp," Colleen said quietly.
"Are you going to camp on top of the mountain tonight?" he
asked, getting off her.
"Yes," Colleen said, shaking the dirt out of her clothes
and beginning to dress herself.
"I was there last night," he said. "You'll love it. It's
beautiful."
Neither spoke as they finished dressing and shouldered
their backpacks. They both seemed suddenly embarrassed, as
if wondering whether they should hug goodbye.
"I'm sorry that I insisted upon you being unprotected," he
said.
"That's okay, Colleen said, "I guess if you really needed
it that way badly."
And then they did hug.
"I have a little blue tent," Colleen suddenly said, "that I
sleep in all alone, but my sleeping bag can zip together to
make a double. The trail is dark now. Would you, would
you please walk up the mountain with me?"
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