by Naomi West
She held out her arms and I descended on her, kissing her and cupping her sweet, young body to mine as I began to thrust in and out, firm and fast.
"Oh, yes! Like that! More! Harder!"
We matched each other in desire. It had to be now, it had to be hard, and it had to be fast. Without meaning to, I find myself pounding her into the ground, my hips smacking against hers, driving myself into her right to the hilt. But for all I gave, she responded with as much, arching her hips to meet me, dragging her sharp nails across my ass, urging me on to still greater efforts. She had lost her virginity; this time she wanted to be fucked. And, God help me, I needed to fuck her.
Even in the cool of the night, the sweat streamed from our bodies as we worked furiously against each other, not caring about the noise we made or the dirty ground we rolled on. Nothing mattered but achieving our ultimate pleasure and achieving it together.
"Oh, Archer!" Cassidy cried out, her eyes rolling back into her head and her body stiffening, then spasming, into violent orgasm.
"Yes!" I was right there with her, a red mist descending as I pounded away until finally, with one deep thrust, penetrating her to her core, I shot my load.
"Oh!" Cassidy flung her arms and legs tight around me, the tail end of her first orgasm catching light from mine and igniting into a second, still more powerful one, that wracked her little body.
We collapsed to the dirt and lay, still holding each other, gasping to get our breath back and waiting for our hearts to slow back to something approaching a normal rhythm.
"Now, that," said Cassidy finally, when she was able to speak again, "was lust."
I could only nod. Lust and love were allowed to go hand in hand sometimes. I ought to have felt guilty for what I had done. Not so much because had broken my promise to Ben Dupont, as he had already misled me, but because I had broken my vow to myself concerning Cassidy. But I didn't feel guilty. I felt incredible, like twice the man I was. And happy. I didn't usually feel sad after sex, but to feel this simply and quietly happy—that was new.
Cassidy sat up and tried to brush some of the dust off, only to find it stuck to her with her own sweat. "You've made me all dirty."
I couldn't deny that. "There's water nearby."
Cassidy beamed.
We left our clothes where they lay as we padded, naked and unashamed, down the hillside.
"Watch this." Cassidy gave me a wicked smile and ran for the cliff edge.
"Cass!"
She leapt out, her toned body a perfect diver's line gleaming white in the moonlight, arcing through the air till it hit the water with barely a splash. I watched anxiously and was relieved to see her head bob up, still smiling.
"You're crazy!" I called down.
"Your turn."
I had never dived before in my life but I wasn't about to back down. I took a run and threw myself off, trying to copy Cassidy. I doubted it was the most graceful dive, but as I broke the water, I felt pretty good about it. Then, as I surfaced, I found Cassidy beside me, draping her nude form over mine, and I felt even better.
We treaded water awhile, lost in each other's arms, our lips welded together, our bodies moving against each other beneath the surface. Suddenly Cassidy pulled back, biting her lip, her eyebrows raised.
"Are there eels in here?"
"Maybe, but I doubt that's what you felt." Despite the cold water and recent activity, I was coming back to life.
"I thought men were supposed to take a while recover."
"Depends on the girl they're with."
We swam to the shore and crawled up onto the smooth rocks. Cassidy drew me down on top of her.
"Trapped between a rock and hard place," she giggled as she guided me back into her.
This time we went more gently (not least because of the perils of making love on rocks), softly and slowly moving against each other, exploring each other's bodies as I stroked easily in and out of her, savoring the feel of her soft tunnel caressing my hard organ.
"I'm going again," Cassidy whispered giddily, her face bright with excitement.
"Don't go far." I continued to slip in and out of her, keeping her motor running as she writhed through another orgasm, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth 'ohing' in pleased surprise.
"Ooh! Oh ... It was different that time. Can it happen in lots of different ways?"
"Many," I said, kissing down her chest.
"I want to feel them all. Tonight."
"I'll see what I can do."
I twisted my hips, stirring her juices and making her screw up her pretty little face in pleasure.
"Can I try going on top? I want to ride it."
"Of course."
I eased myself over, making sure not to slip out of her, and guiding her into a sitting position astride my hips.
"Oh, that feels so good, buried right up in there." She wriggled deliciously in her seat, putting my self-control to the test. "Can you show me what to do? I want to make you happy. Show me how."
I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to do much to make me happy, but she was so eager to please and so keen to give back the pleasure bestowed on her. I took hold of her smooth hips and began to guide her up and down.
"Put your hands on my chest—take the weight."
Her eyes were closed and she rose and fell on my impaling member in an almost hypnotic rhythm.
"This is good for you too, yeah? Because it's incredible for me!"
I laughed. "It's very good for me."
That was no lie. The feel of her slicking up and down my sensitive meat was almost more than I could stand, but I bit back the need to come. I was going to give this girl the night of her life. If this was our last night, it was going to be our best. I watched the almost comical expressions of pleasure as they passed across her face; smiling, biting her lip, baring her teeth, sometimes wide-eyed in disbelief that anything could feel this good.
"Oh, no!" This one seemed to have crept up on her as, quite from nowhere, she came again, twisting herself hard against my penetrating hardness.
"Oh, darling," she gasped. "Oh, it's different again! Oh, I like it like this. I like it when it's different. Oh, teach me, teach me, teach me. I want to learn everything. I want to make you so happy, darling. Oh ...!"
She might have been babbling, but I took her at her word. I showed her how to squat like a frog astride me as she rose and fell; I showed her how to lean back into a half-crab, dragging my aching weapon into an acute angle and giving her a completely new sensation. I coaxed her down onto my chest to hold her hips and thrust up into her from beneath. I twisted her round on the pivot of my rigid penis into reverse cowgirl which she seemed particularly to enjoy, especially when I gave her taut ass a few light smacks to get her going. Again and again she came, and each time it was apparently different. From there I eased her over onto her side into a spoon position to give it to her with firm deep strokes, my hips cupping her rear, until she went into yet another spectacular come.
Afterwards we lay still, on our sides, my arms reaching forward around her, hers reaching back around me.
"Maybe it's different every time," mused Cassidy, her voice sated and happy. "What a wonderful life to look forward to if every time is different. Can we stay like this a while?"
"Sure." I wasn't sure how much longer I could go without coming myself, but resting inside her was very pleasant indeed.
"I like just feeling it in there," said Cassidy, putting a hand on her belly. "So big and strong. Like you. A living breathing piece of you inside me. It feels like its deep enough to touch my heart."
I flexed my weapon inside her and she sighed.
"I thought men weren't supposed to be able to last this long."
"Depends on the man."
"It's so beautiful here." Suddenly she sat up easing me out of her body. I gasped at the sudden cool air. "I heard there was a cave behind the waterfall."
"Not exactly a cave," I shrugged. "Not much more than a shelf. The water cas
cades down in front of it."
I saw the glint in her eyes and knew what she was thinking before she said it.
"Do you think we could ...?” Her fingers teased along my lust-bloated length.
"I think we should." I was in desperate need of relief, but if there was anything I could do to make this girl happy, I was going to do it.
Cassidy grinned delightedly and sprang nimbly to her feet.
"Come on." She grabbed my hand and hauled me up, then skipped along the bank towards the falls. Where she was getting the energy from, I could not imagine. I was exhausted, and felt almost weighed down by the weight of need in my boiling balls. But one look at her backside gleaming white in the moonlight re-energized me and I set off in eager pursuit.
Treading carefully on the slippery rocks, we made our way behind the falls into the narrow alcove. To our right was a wall of rock, to our left a wall of water, roaring at a deafening volume. We could not have heard ourselves speak, but there was nothing to say. Cassidy came to me, looping her arms around my neck to kiss me. I drew her pert little body to mine and reached down to guide my throbbing organ back between her legs. I saw, rather than heard, her sigh as I slipped back into her, bowing my back while she stood on tiptoes. This would be awkward, but I had an idea.
Even above the waterfall’s roar, I heard Cassidy's shrill squeal as I cupped her tight ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Automatically she locked her legs about my hips and grabbed my shoulders as I began to bounce her up and down in my lap, riding her sweet pussy along my whole length. It was hard work after the night's exertions, but the sight of Cassidy's delighted face, loving every second, gave me all the strength I needed. I felt I was on borrowed time now, I should have come long ago and now was holding on just to please Cassidy. I felt her internal muscles tighten on me and she came again, holding me close and jogging her eager body up and down against me, wringing every last drip of pleasure from the experience. I wanted to come too, but somehow held back.
Cassidy pulled back a little to kiss me, then looked in my eyes. She saw the heat in them, she saw the need. Her face became serious, and yet still aroused, as if she knew what was coming. Gently I lifted her off my aching soldier to place her back on the wet rock floor. I now felt swollen to twice my normal size, pumped up to bursting point and so sensitive that the slightest touch would set me off. But I was determined that I wasn't done yet.
Firmly I took Cassidy by the arm, more dominant than I had been before. She went with me unquestioningly, submissive and meek. I placed her hands flat against the rough surface of the rock wall and then guided her hips back so she was standing facing the wall, her perfect ass pouting back at me. A searing wave of lust passed through me, gazing at her as I fingered my beast. This was going to finish as it had started: hard.
I stooped to push back into Cassidy, then yanked her up onto her tiptoes. I could feel her trembling with nervous excitement, knowing what was to come but still thrilled at the thought of it. I gripped her hips in both hands, fingers tight enough to dent the flesh and, without any preliminary, thrust into her hard enough to knock her flat against the rock. I yanked her hips back.
"Keep your arms straight!" I doubted she could hear me, but she did it anyway and I launched in again, pounding my hips against her ass cheeks. My dick screamed with the need to come, but I fought against it.I was going to make Cassidy come one more time that she was going to remember for the rest of her life. My strength was leaving me and I was forced to put one hand on the wall alongside Cassidy's to support myself. My chest heaved against her bowed back and her wet red hair was in my face. She twisted her neck around and kissed me, biting at my lip as I fucked her as hard as I could.
"Argh!" I screamed through gritted teeth, the effort of holding back now physically painful.
Cassidy had lost the strength in her arms and was now up against the wall, pumping her hips back at me. Like me, she was using every muscle, straining every sinew, desperate for the fulfillment that had to come simultaneously for it to be worth anything.
As the waterfall roared beside us, we came together. Cassidy's howls rang in my ears almost as loud as my own. I bellowed myself hoarse as I emptied myself into my lover.
I wasn’tnot sure if we lost our footing at that point, if we blacked out from the sheer excruciating pleasure, or if we just collapsed from exhaustion, but down we went, over the edge and under the falls.
I popped up first. "Cass!"
She emerged beside me with a huge smile on her face. Our eyes met. There was so much we could have said, so many superlatives, 'incredible', 'amazing', 'the best ever', the sort of things people said after great sex. But there were no words for that. There were no words for tonight.
We struck out for shore and then made the weary climb back to where we had left our clothes all those hours ago. We said nothing as we walked back, but held hands, comfortable in silence and in our mutual nudity.
But when we had reached the top and were gathering our scattered clothes, I spoke. "I still think I'm right about you. And I still intend to stick by it."
Cassidy looked at me questioningly.
"I think you should cut your dad some slack. And I'm going to do everything I can to make you accept yourself as the good girl that I think we both know you really are."
Cassidy listened silently, then strolled up to me and let her hand slide down my taut abs. "I think." Her nimble fingers encircled my sore shaft then went lower to cup my achingly painful balls. "I think your definition of good girl might not exactly agree with my father's."
She had a point. There probably was a hypocrisy to banging her brains out then declaring that I would keep her a good girl. But I didn't feel that we had done anything wrong. Others might see it differently, of course, and I knew that what was best for her now would be never seeing me again, but tonight had been a blinding moment of beauty between two people who, but for a few twists of fate, might have been very happy together.
How could that be wrong?
Chapter Eleven
Cassidy
I ought to have been exhausted, and I supposed, in a way, I was. Even though, to be honest, Archer had done most of the work, I felt as if I had run a couple of marathons back to back. But then again, I also felt exhilarated. I had crossed frontiers, done things I had never done, felt things I had scarcely believed possible, and experienced an ecstasy I had never imagined. With that came excitement and unexpected energy, banishing tiredness. I wasn't ready to go home yet.
"We've probably got a few hours yet."
Archer looked at me in polite horror. "I love your optimism, but I can hardly walk, let alone anything else. You've got to at least give me a chance to get the feeling back downstairs."
"I meant we could do something else!" The night's activities had sated even my intense lust for Archer. For tonight at least. Tomorrow was another day. "Let's go for a ride."
Archer grinned, and I wondered if he was feeling the same light-headed euphoria that I was.
Minutes later, we were racing along the highway. I clung to Archer with a big grin on my face. "Faster!" I urged, and, as he so often had that night, Archer found another gear.
It was hard not to make comparisons between this and our activities earlier, if only because right now I found it hard to think of anything else. Archer was in charge, and yet responding to my every whim, trying to make me happy. I made demands on him, and he pushed his powerful machine up to and beyond its limits just to satisfy my insatiable desire and make me scream in excitement. It was a wild thrill. I felt like an outlaw on the run.
I was so caught up in this little fantasy of mine that, when I first heard the siren, I thought it must be in my imagination. It was only gradually that I realized it was real, and with that, the bottom dropped out of my stomach.
"Hell," muttered Archer, glancing back.
I did the same, praying as hard as I could that I would not see what I was so afraid of seeing. But, even before I could see clearl
y, I had a hunch that I knew what I would see. I had had one of the best nights of my life, but a girl could only be that lucky for so long before the universe felt the need to balance it out with some equally bad luck. It wasn't just any cop on our tail. It was my dad.
"You can outrun him, right?" I asked Archer, struggling to be heard above the engine. "Bikes are faster than cars, yeah?"
"Yeah," Archer replied through gritted teeth. "But not safer."
He didn't have to say it. I knew what he meant. If he had been on his own, then he would have outrun them. He was happy enough to risk his own life. But he would not risk mine. The irony was that, if Dad had known who he was pursuing, he probably would have pulled back too, not wanting to put me in danger. But he was tailing a speeding bike with no idea that it was his disobedient daughter on the back. And if he caught us, then prison was the best-case scenario for Archer. Out here in the middle of nowhere, there was no telling what might happen to a biker, caught with the sheriff's daughter. Accidents happen.
