The Future Is Now

Posted: June 12th, 2010 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

I was totally fed up with life. I quit my job, moved out of my apartment, gave away my cat, put all my stuff in storage and left America behind me. I can’t pinpoint exactly what led to this, but it was a growing sense of directionlessness and pointlessness.

One day I was sitting at my desk, in my office, in the crowded city, when I opened a magazine and saw the article that was my epiphany. It was about a guy who and rode his bike around New Zealand. He raved about the friendliness of the people and the beauty of the countryside. It could have been about Kathmandu, Xanadu or Timbucktu for all I cared. I was gone, that day I handed in my notice and two weeks later I touched down in Christchurch in the South Island of New Zealand.

That was 6 weeks ago. Here I am in the middle of nowhere pedalling alongside a vast river with the Southern Alps as a backdrop. My bike panniers are loaded to the gills with gear, my legs are tired, my back aches, I’m sunburnt – I’m having the time of my life. It is everything I thought it would be. In fact it is more. I’m so far removed from my previous life I’m finding it harder to remember who I was. Being out here by myself in the big open country has given me lots of time to think and find out who I really am. I didn’t like who I was and what I had become. When I eventually return to the States, the name on my passport will be the same but I won’t be.

It’s the middle of February, and down here that’s the height of summer. It doesn’t get dark until 10pm and every day dawns sunny and warm. Well most days. This is heaven. I have lost some weight from all the riding. My legs are strong and shapely and I could crack a walnut in my butt cheeks. I’ve got a bit of a tan, and in all modesty it suits me. I’ve let my hair grow out and free, in fact I don’t give a second thought to what it looks like. It really is a new me.

So there I was riding along highway 6 south towards the great lakes of Hawea and Wanaka. I was in no rush. I stopped when I wanted, rode when I wanted, camped where I wanted. Occasionally I go to a motel when I arrive in a town and have a hot bath and a good meal, but mostly I stick to myself and take it as it comes.

I was getting hungry for some dinner, so I took a detour off the main road and crashed my way through the bush down to the banks of the river. I would camp here for the night. It was a beautiful spot, the river was at my feet and the towering Alps were all around.

I kicked off my cycling shoes, sat on the riverbank and put my feet in the water. It was magic. I peeled off my t-shirt and bra and threw them in a heap by my shoes. My cycling shorts and panties followed. I had long ago lost any inhibition about being naked in the forest. This part of the country was pretty much empty, there wasn’t a town within a 100 kilometres, plus I was camping off any trail. No one would find me here.

I got out of the water and opened one of the panniers on my bike and took out some soap, shampoo, shaving cream and a razor. I lit my cooker and filled a pot with river water and left it to boil.

I plunged back into the crystal clear water. The coldness rang my bell and certainly chased the kinks and soreness away. These South Island rivers are fed from the tops of the mountains and were cold to say the least, even in summer. I paddled over to the bank and squeezed a generous dollop of shampoo into my palm and lathered it into my hair, I took the soap and scrubbed my body from head to toe whilst I sat in the water.

By now the pot was boiling, I removed a flannel from my toiletries and dunked it into the pot. I tipped some cold river water in the pot to cool it down then scooped out the flannel and placed it over my crotch. No way could I shave with cold water. I waited a few minutes until my skin had softened then removed the flannel and applied the shaving cream. I hadn’t shaved my pubic hair for almost a week and it was getting kind of prickly.

I had decided after the first week’s riding that my pubic hair had to go. My groin got very hot and sweaty and it was embarrassing when sweat stains showed through my bike shorts around my crotch. My pubic hair absorbed a lot of sweat, no hair – no stain, simple. Once my groin was well lathered I started shaving. As any women will testify, it’s a tricky business at the best of times, but sitting on a river back with my legs spread wide certainly brought new challenges. I eventually finished and cleaned up by again dunking the flannel in the warm pot water and wiping away the excess cream. Et voila, one smooth little pussy if I do say so myself. I dived back into the river for one more rinse off then got out.

I rubbed moisturiser into my legs, arms and torso. I enjoyed accidentally on purpose giving my nipples a bit more moisturiser than was strictly necessary, but what the hell. I retrieved a bottle of baby oil and tipped some into my palm. Baby oil is far better than moisturising cream when it comes to preventing razor rash. Plus the other upside was when I rubbed it into my secret folds it got me wet. I massaged the oil over my pubic mound and around my lips. My fingers danced over my clitoris and I slowly felt that little buzz start deep within me. I rubbed my clitoris more vigorously and alternately dove my fingers into my now wet vagina. I could feel my orgasm building now.

I was never lonely out here, but I am alone. I had rediscovered the joys of self-fulfilment to help ease away the day’s pains and give me a warm glow. I was very close, I had two fingers inside me that I flicked back in forth like squirming pythons, I used my thumb to roughly massage my clit. Oh my God! I shrieked in delight and came. I little jet of liquid spurted from my vagina and the rest tricked down into my butt crack. I slumped back on the grass, gently working my fingers trying to prolong the dying wave of my orgasm. Now that was relaxing. I had never really been a big masturbater back home, I could probably count the amount of times I had done it on one hand - so to speak. But down here in New Zealand, I swear it had been once every day maybe even twice. As I said I was rediscovering myself. I removed my fingers and bought them to my lips and licked my dew of them. I was doing things I had never done before, nor had even considered to be normal. But cleaning up my cum covered fingers didn’t faze me in the least.

I rested for another ten minutes then got up and removed from my panniers some loose fitting shorts and top and slipped them on. Hey I had too cook, boiling drops of water splashing on my skin was not my idea of fun. I ate dinner and climbed into my sleeping bag. It was only about 9pm. But I found myself getting to sleep earlier and sleeping longer. It must be all that fresh air, sun, riding and masturbating.

I awoke the next morning feeling rejuvenated and alive. It was going to be a big day. I was heading up through Haast Pass and from my conversations with other cyclists, the haul to the top of the pass was a killer, but once over the saddle it was all downhill. After breakfast I was out of there, I retraced my steps though the forest back to the main road, mounted up and was off. Another day, another piece of spectacular scenery, life was hard.

All morning I slogged uphill into the Pass. To the say that the scenery was nice is grossly understating the matter. Finally in the middle of the afternoon I reached the top and pulled over to the side of the road into a lay by. What a view! This is what I had come here for. I felt a sense of accomplishment at how far I had come literally, emotionally and figuratively. I took the drink bottle off my bike and stood at the protective barrier, swigging from my bottle and admiring the view. The cars barrelling past behind me were a distant whoosh, I was in a world of my own. I don’t know how long I stood there, I was lost in the splendour.

With great sadness I remounted my bike and took off down the hill. I really built up some speed, my bike odometer read that I was doing 66 kilometres an hour. I don’t know how fast that is in miles per hour, but it was bloody fast. I was flying.

“Don’t move.”

What the? My head felt like concrete. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t.

“Try not to move” said the voice again. I couldn’t, that was the thing. I couldn’t feel my arms, legs or anything. All I knew was my head felt like a concrete block, my eyes like glue, my mouth like kitty litter.

I tried to speak, failed, tried again. “What happened?” I croaked.

“You fell off your bike.” Came the male’s voice. “I’ve got a wet towel on your head, you could be quite badly hurt, you’ve been unconscious for some time.”

Oh sweet Jesus.

“I am no expert,” said the man, but try to wiggle your fingers and toes to see if you’re okay.”

I did as he said, and yes they were there – I think.

“Okay, very slowly move your head.” I did so, very very gently. I felt his cool hands on either side of my face supporting my head. My neck felt very sore, but nothing seemed to grind or snap so that must be a good sign.

“I’m going to be sick.” I turned onto my side and threw up, unfortunately on the man’s arm and leg. “Sorry” I croaked.

“Don’t worry about it.” He eased the towel off my face and used it to wipe my puke off him. How long had I been out for?

“I came across you a few hours ago, you’ve been in and out of consciousness since I found you.”

My head was swimming. “Thanks” I whispered.

He gently used the towel to wipe the puke off my face. I looked at him more closely using my eyes to look around instead of my head. He was obviously a cyclist like me, his bike was leaning up against a tree nearby. To the side of it was my bike. What was left of it. It was totaled.

“The near as I can figure, you were coming down the hill and your front wheel went into a deep pothole, you’ve flown over the handle bars and landed in the forest some twenty feet from the road. I almost went in the same hole myself, but I saw what was left of your front wheel and a saddle pack in the ditch and stopped to investigate.”

“Lucky for me you did.”

“I found you here unconscious, I actually thought you were dead at first. You must have just missed hitting that tree headfirst. You did however hit the ground hard. Your helmet…” He held my helmet up in front of my face, it was split in two. “Or what is left of it, took the brunt of the crash, mind you you’re banged up pretty bad, your shirt is almost ripped off and your shorts are torn.”

That’s all I needed. I raised my head slightly and saw that he had covered me with one of his shirts. “Thanks.”

“I thought about trying to flag down a ride, but I didn’t want to leave you, you were in a pretty bad way.”

“How can I thank you …?”

“Paul”

“Thank you Paul.”

“My name is…” I felt sick, “My name is Lara.”

I tried to sit up but couldn’t. “Here, let me help you Lara.” Paul placed one hand on my arm and the other behind my back and helped me sit up. My head felt like I had gone twelve rounds of boxing. I turned my head away from Paul and was sick again. His shirt slipped off my shoulders into my lap. Underneath, my shirt had been torn up one side and my bra had been snapped and to top matters off, my left breast was showing. My bike pants were much the same, there was a rip in the crotch area, but my panties were still in place. Paul picked up the shirt and put it back in place over my chest. I finished puking and smiled my thanks. I was in quite a state. My left shoulder, side, hip and thigh were killing me.

“I think we should find a place to camp for the night, I don’t like our chances of flagging down a ride now” said Paul. I could only nod. “Let me go have a look around, I’ll be back soon.” Paul stood up and disappeared amongst the pines.

I used the opportunity to sit up slightly and check my injuries. A branch must have caught me in the thigh tearing my shorts and shirt, leaving a bloody furough up my side. There was quite a bit of blood, but it was mainly from superficial injuries. I ached all over, my left side felt just short of paralysed. I had been very lucky. I slumped back onto the ground. I was fortunate Paul had found me, very fortunate.

He returned after awhile. “I found a spot down by the river, but it’s going to be difficult. Do you think you can walk?” Paul helped me slowly to my feet, but with my throbbing head and hurt side I couldn’t support my weight and tottered against him. He picked me up with one hand behind my legs and the other behind my back, cradling me in front of him. He wasn’t much taller than me, but I could sense his strength.

“You okay?”

I nodded.

“Okay here goes, tell me if you need a break.” Paul picked his way through the forest. We were lucky it was pine, there was relatively sparse vegetation on the forest floor. I was amazed at how strong he was, I was dead weight, but he did it. After ten minutes, in which time we didn’t say a word, we arrived on the riverbank. He gently set me down. “You alright?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go get our stuff, I’ll be back soon.”

It took Paul another half an hour and several trips to bring firstly the remnants of my bike and gear down and then wheel his bike to the bank. When he finished he flopped down beside me. It was getting pretty dark and the last fingers of light were sinking below the mountains. Paul gathered some wood and started a fire and we were soon bathed in its flickering glow.

“Where are you from Paul?”

“I’m a Kiwi from Auckland, have you been up there?”

“No, not yet. It’s on the agenda.”

“Where are you from?”

I told him where I was from in the States. “Well I’ve heard of the state, but not the city.”

“It’s a small town with only several thousand people.”

“I see.” He looked at me kind of embarrassed and hesitantly said “Those grazes should be cleaned, they’re full of dirt and crap, I’ve got some antiseptic and stuff in my first aid kit.” He was right of course, we both knew that to do it he would be cleaning around my groin and chest. I thought about the potential for embarrassment as opposed to being sensible. He was right. I was in no state to do it myself. “Okay, it has to be done. Help me off with my gear.” We’re both adults’ right?

Paul placed a towel beside me and I moved across onto it. He gently unlaced my cycling shoes and removed them and my socks. He paused, unsure how to proceed. I lifted my bum and started to ease down my torn bike pants. I grimaced as they rubbed over the graze in my groin.

“Is that okay?”

He nodded. I felt the graze and followed its path. It disappeared into my panties. Shit. There was nothing for it, I pushed down my panties and he helped ease them off my legs. I saw his eyes flick to my crotch, too late I realised that of course I was cleanly shaven and he had an unobstructed view of me. Professionally Paul help me sit up and pulled my shirt over my head and remove my bra that had torn off anyway. I lay there before him naked, strangely I didn’t feel embarrassed, I actually felt safe in his presence. He had been nothing but a gentleman.

Paul opened his first aid kit and removed a bottle of liquid. “This in antiseptic, I’m going to put some on this sterile cloth and try and clean out this gouge and grazes. When he applied the cloth I gasped in pain, it stung like the blazes. I looked up at Paul’s face but he was engrossed in trying to clean my wounds. I could feel him lightly dabbing around my labia. A trickle of the liquid oozed down between my butt cheeks, it was very cold and sent a little shiver up my spine. “You alright?” I nodded through gritted teeth. He was very professional and didn’t make me feel uncomfortable or ogled. He slowly worked his way up from my groin to my chest. I couldn’t help it as my nipples hardened to his soft touch. He gently rubbed my grazed left nipple, despite my condition I had to stifle a little moan as he flicked it. After a few more minutes he was finished. He pulled out large cotton t-shirt from his pack.

“Here wear this, it won’t be too constricting and will let the air flow over your cuts.”

I sat up, I was like a rag doll as he first placed the neck hole over my head then slowly guided my arms through the armholes. I lifted my bum and he pulled it down over my crotch. “How does that feel?”

“Better” I replied.

“You better drink something, you haven’t had anything since the crash and you don’t want to get dehydrated as well.” He passed me my drink bottle, I sipped it slowly, he had refilled it in the river and the crisp cold water never tasted so delicious.

Paul prepared something to eat and tried to get the camp into some sort of order. As he did so we talked and found out a little bit about each other. He was on a month’s break from his IT job in Auckland to go riding around the South Island, this was the first week. From what I could gather he was like me, rejoicing in the scenery and solitude.

We talked into the night, it helped take my mind off the pain. It was the first time since I had left home that I had talked about more than just the weather. In fact it was the first time in years that I was truly interested in talking about anything. I hated those polite conversations you have with people who think they are your friends but are in fact just strangers.

For the next two days I hardly moved. I mostly slept, when I didn’t we talked. I really liked him, he was funny in an understated way, self-depreciating and intelligent. You know those moments, maybe it only happens once in your life when you are instantly attracted to someone? Well this was it. I mean I must have looked like hell and was not at my best physically or mentally, but I was drawn to him.

Finally on the third morning I awoke feeling tolerably better. I sat up, my headache was faint but still there, my body was still stiff as a board. I looked over to where Paul slept but he was no longer there. I tentatively got to my feet and hobbled to the river. Paul was sitting in the water looking away from where I was. “Morning” I called. He turned around and smiled and said good morning. “What’s the water like?”

“Refreshing but very cold.”

“Mind if I come in?”

“Be my guest.”

“Do you mind giving me a hand?” I had two motivations for asking for his help to get down the bank. The first was instantly revealed when he swam to the bank and stood up. He was wearing a pair of black nylon swim shorts. Damn! Secondly I wanted to get a better look at him. He was very toned, ripped even, there wasn’t an inch of fat on him. He stood there looking at me, I realised what he was looking at.

“I don’t want to get your shirt wet” I said brazenly, I mean what the hell, it was half true and he had already seen me naked anyway. I pulled it over my head and tossed it behind me. Paul tried not to stare, but I was standing naked right there it front of him.

“Help me down?” I asked sweetly. He offered his hand and I eased myself down the bank and accidentally on purpose fell against him. He was very cold, and my nipples immediately became erect.

“It hardly seems fair that I’m naked when you’ve got your shorts on.” I said. I couldn’t believe how forward I was, but what the hell. He looked at me to see if I was kidding. I was. Maybe. No I wasn’t. I really wanted those shorts off. He wasn’t moving, so I slipped my fingers into the band and pulled them down and tossed them onto the bank behind me. I liked what I saw. The cold was done its work and his penis was shrunken, but still he was becoming hard, I liked what I did to him. Paul suddenly pulled me to his chest and dragged me out into mid steam. I shrieked in delight and shock.

We laughed and splashed water over each other and swam around. After a few minutes I swam up to him and put my arms around his neck and we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. By mutual consent we leaned in and kissed, gently at first, oh so gently, then our mouths opened and our tongues met and we kissed more deeply. I pulled myself closer and wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his erect penis trapped between us. The kiss was so passionate, so hot, we stayed like that enjoying the intensity of it. Paul grabbed my bottom and pulled me tightly against him.

I had never been this intimate so soon with a man, but somehow this felt so right. We broke the kiss, both of us panting wildly. Paul lowered his head to my nipples and sucked those cold little pebbles into his mouth. The contrast between the cold and the heat drove me wild, I moaned in estacsy. He lifted his head and we kissed again. I just couldn’t get enough of him. We broke the kiss and looked at each other, panting in excitement. He reached out and gently touched my face. It was a very intimate gesture. He took my hand and we waded out of the water to the bank. Paul climbed up first and them helped me up. He embraced me and pulled me close, I rested my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating within. My pain was forgotten, the feel of arms around me was my world right then and I didn’t want it to end.

I shivered slightly. Paul broke the embrace and I groaned as he did, it was like his life force was sucked from me and all my aches and pains flooded back. He picked up a towel and wrapped it around me. He could tell I was about to flake so he eased me onto the ground and I lay back enveloped in the towel. I closed my eyes.

I must have dozed off because when I awoke Paul was dressed and was tending a pot on the fire. As if sensing that I was awake he turned around and smiled. “Ready for some breaky?” I could only nod. I felt so weak, where had that energy gone from when I was swimming with him in the river? Paul brought a bowl over to me. It was some kind of cereal with powdered milk in it.

“It looks disgusting, but it actually tastes okay. You need the energy.” I used the spoon in the bowl and dipped in. It wasn’t great but it would do.

I couldn’t remember the act of falling asleep again but I awoke briefly and discovered that I had been wrapped in a blanket and was snuggled in against Paul. I smiled to myself and fell back asleep. When I awoke later on I reached for Paul but he was gone. I sat up. He was sitting on the river bank in a pair of shorts staring out into nothingness. I wondered what he was thinking about. I sat up and from my nearby pack took out my toothpaste and brush and brushed my teeth using my canteen water. When I finished I walked over beside Paul. I still had the blanket wrapped around me as I sat down beside him. He turned and kissed my forehead and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“I was just wishing that this moment would last forever” he said unashamedly.

“So do I.”

He turned and looked at me. “Do you really?”

I nodded. I raised my lips to his and we kissed softly. I placed one hand behind his head pulling his lips hard against mine, I wanted to suck out his very being. We lay back on the ground, I opened the blanket and he joined me inside, my naked body up against his naked chest. My nipples puckered painfully. I thrust my tongue as deep into his mouth as it would go. I pushed my hand between us and pushed down his shorts, soon we were both naked under the blanket. His mouth covered my nipples and sucked them greedily, then he flicked them gently. I grabbed his penis and languidly stroked him. His hand was between my legs and I parted them further to allow easier access. His fingers found my clitoris and rubbed it softly. I felt myself becoming wet, he slid two fingers down my slit and inside me. I groaned in pleasure. “Paul I want you to make love to me” I whispered.

“Are we safe?” He gasped.

Fuck I couldn’t believe it! I had given up the pill long when I left home. Of all the dumb luck. “Have you got any condoms?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t in my wildest dreams think I would need them.”

“Maybe you could withdraw when you cum?” I wanted him so bad, anything would do.

“Are you sure?”

I didn’t hesitate, “Yes. Fuck me Paul. I want you inside me this instant.” Paul rolled over on top of me and slid his hard cock into my steaming pussy. I gasped in pleasure.

Paul grunted as if in agony. “Oh my God Lara you feel so fantastic. We kissed as he thrust into me more forcefully. Already I could feel my orgasm building. So quick! This never happened. Our mouths never left the others, his stroke built so that he was pounding me hard. My aches, pains and scratches were nothing but a memory.

“Oh Paul I’m going to cum.” I couldn’t hold the dam back, the waves burst over me and I exploded. I screamed into his mouth, I could feel the massive gush of love from between my thighs, my juices squirted all over us. “Lara I’m going to cum too!” He pulled out of me.

“In my mouth!” I begged. Paul scrambled up my chest, I grabbed his cock. The first burst hit me on the chin but I managed to get his cock in my mouth and swallowed the remainder of his seed. I had never let a man cum in my mouth before, I was glad that he was the first. Paul was groaning in estacsy. When he finished I licked the remaining cum of his cock and he lay down beside me.

Paul thrust his tongue in my mouth and used his fingers to play with my clit, I was soon on the verge of another orgasm, I grunted and came. We never broke our tongue contact. When the last eddies washed over me, Paul crouched between my legs and licked my cum off my thighs and pussy lips. When I cum, I really explode, there was a lot of moisture and he diligently licked me clean. After he finished his tongue found my clitoris and he gently licked my pussy. He worked me slowly to another orgasm and I had a small but very nice one, it was a nice treat. We kissed again and snuggled close.

I reached down and massaged his penis and slowly but surely I brought him to another erection. This time I climbed on top and used my hand guided him into my silky folds. We both grunted as he slid home. Where the first time was fast and urgent, this time was slow and luxurious, I rocked back and forth, bidding our time, enjoying the sensation of each other. Paul massaged my breasts with his hands, I used my fingers to tease my clitoris. We kept eye contact, peering deep into the soul of the other, it was very intimate. I rode his cock like that for a long time, we were in no hurry. Somewhere along the line I came again but I kept rocking, allowing my juices to slide down his balls and over my thighs. Without a word Paul slide out of me and flipped me over, “In my face” I whispered. He raised himself so that his hips were over my face and stroked himself a couple of times, the scolding hot spurts splattered over my face. I used my fingers to scoop his cum and slipped my fingers into my mouth. When he had finished I put his cock in my mouth and sucked the last drops. Paul lay down beside me and we kissed. Neither of us talked. For me it was the most intense, beautiful, incredible sex I had ever had. I hoped he felt the same.

We feel asleep in each other arms. I had dream that Paul was making love to me, maybe it was real, maybe my orgasm was a dream as well. We finally awoke in the middle of the afternoon and went for a swim to wash all the cum off each other. We just hugged and held each other close. I started crying, Paul heard me sobbing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so happy” I blubbered.

He kissed me and looked into my eyes. “This has been the most intimate, special and wondrous thing that has ever happened to me.”

I burst out crying this time, deep sobs raked my body, “Where have you been all my life?”

We stayed in camp for three more days. Everyday, I got a little stronger and healthier. It had been a blur of sex, sleeping, swimming, sleeping and a little bit more sex. I had never been fucked so thoroughly and had so many orgasms.

At the end of that day Paul said “Why don’t I ride to the next town and get some parts for your bike and get some more food.” I didn’t want him to go, but I knew it was the sensible thing to do. “How long do you think it will take?”

“I would say it’s about 50 to 60 kilometres there, so it’ll take me most of the day, I should make good time with an empty bike.”

He set out the next morning. I gave him a long kiss goodbye. I mean it had only been four days, but I was falling for him – big time. I was like a giddy school girl. If anyone had told me that I would fall in love in such I short time I would have laughed my arse off. Me! No way! But now that it was happening to me, I realised that the possibility was all to real. You see things from a different perspective when you’re in it.

I moped around camp all day, not wanting to go for a swim or walk should Paul return. Finally at 4.18pm he appeared through the forest pushing his bike. I couldn’t contain myself, I ran and threw myself into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, nearly knocking him off his feet. I kissed him thoroughly.

I pushed him onto the ground, pulled out his semi hard cock from his shorts, stretched the leg hole of my loose fitting shorts aside and tried to stab his cock inside me. Penetration was difficult as he wasn’t hard enough but in a few minutes he was and I lowered myself onto him.

“I missed you so much” I whispered as I rocked on top of him.

“I guessed.”

I fucked him hard, taking my pleasure. “Did you get everything?” I half moan-asked. Paul only nodded, he was too intent on thrusting into me. “Did you get my pill?”

“Yessss!”

“Are you looking forward to coming inside me?” I asked.

“You know I am” he breathed.

“I’ve got a little treat for you, I’ve been thinking about it all day. A little preview of what’s to come.” I stood up and straightened myself up. “Come on.” I urged. Paul stood up and tucked his hard cock into his shorts. He picked up his laden bike and pushed it the last remaining fifty meters back to camp.

“What’s my surprise?” he asked

I stepped out of my clothes and stood buck naked in front of him. “I want you to fuck me in the arse.”

“You want me to what?” I could actually see him swallow.

“Fuck me in the arse silly. I’ve never been fucked in the butt before. I want you to do it and cum deep inside me.”

“Are you sure? I’ve never done it before either.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now get those clothes off.” He didn’t need anymore encouragement. I spread out the blanket on the ground and used my baby oil to grease his cock. “Put some around my hole baby” I encouraged. I got onto all fours and presented my arse to him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

I turned around and looked at him seriously, “Yes Paul I am deadly serious, I have never done this before, or even thought about it. But with you I feel so safe, I want to feel your cock deep in my arse, I want to feel your cum inside me.” Paul poured some oil at the top of my crack so that it slid down to my virgin arsehole. I quivered in anticipation. To be completely truthful I was a bit scared, I mean the arse is for exit not entry, but I wanted him so bad. I wanted to give him something I had never given anyone else. Paul used his fingers to massage the oil around my anus.

“Ready?” he asked.

It was now or never. He placed the tip of his penis against my anus and ever so gently pushed. I could feel my anus start to widen, I grunted as he continued his thrust. “Stop, stop” I begged “Let me get used to it. How far are you in?”

“About an inch”

“An inch! It feels like a mile. Okay go.”

“Gently, oh so gently he eased further inside my bowels. I grunted in pain-pleasure. It was a peculiar feeling being pierced in my butt, like a dagger. I could feel every millimetre of the cold steel of his knife like cock.

“It’s all in. How does it feel?” I wiggled my bum a bit to get the sense of the invasion. “I feel very full.” I replied. “Okay carefully thrust.” I could feel him slowly withdraw then plunge back into me. I grunted now in pleasure. “Fill me up” I begged. My arse had loosened a bit, but everything is relative. Paul slowly built up his thrusts. It felt like a concrete post in my butt cleaving me in two. I started to get the hang of the sensation, I kept one hand on the ground to prop me up and used the other to start rubbing my clit. I now had the burning pleasure in my backside and the buzzing of my vagina. Magic.

“Fill me with you cum. Fill me.” I could hear Paul grunting away as he plunged in and out, in and out. “What does it feel like?” he muttered.

“Like a hot rod is burning in my arse.” I giggled. “Paul?”

“Yes”

“I think I am going to cum.”

“Are you. I think I might just beat…” He thrust hard into me once more and grunted in release as his cum boiled into my bowels. I could actually feel it stinging my insides and that was enough for me. My arse clenched his cock like a vice and I came brutally.

“Shit!” he yelled. My arse was like a vice as my contractions washed over me. He couldn’t withdraw as I held him so tight. Finally it was over and my arse released and he withdrew. “Hell on earth” I said “That sure felt different.” My butt felt empty, achingly empty. I could feel a small trickle of cum ooze between my cheeks. It wasn’t a good idea for it to get near my pulsing pussy. “How about a swim?” I asked.

“Good idea.” Paul grabbed my hand and we ran into the river and plunged into the icy cold. Just what we both needed after a bit of anal sex. He pulled me close and held me in his arms. We just rested like that enjoying the closeness after what had been one of the most intimate acts of out lives.

That afternoon Paul fixed my bike and had it back in working order. He had bought a few treats in town, so I put together some dinner. It turned out he had to ride into Wanaka as Hawea township didn’t have a bike shop. He said that he had ridden like Lance Armstrong in his desperation to get back to me as quick as he could. Well, well, maybe my feelings were reciprocated.

The following day we set out for Hawea. I was sorry to leave our little garden of Eden. Every inch of it would be burnt into my brain for the rest of my life. I was still sore and stiff. My heavy diet of sex and masked a lot of my pain, but it was back to reality again. We left at the crack of dawn. It was going to be a long day to reach Hawea. The route wound along the shores of lakes Hawea and Wanaka and was one of the many great rides of my journey. Even though I wasn’t at my best physically I could still appreciate the beauty.

Around midday we pulled to the side of the road on top of the saddle that separated the two lakes. Paul asked if I was up for climbing the hill (read mountain) to have a break and lunch. It sounded like a great idea.

I almost died pushing my bike up the hill. It was farmland and clear of any trees but we still have to weave our way through the boulders. When we reached the top – what a view. It was breathtaking. Paul set out a blanket and we flopped exhaustedly onto it. It was one of those days where there wasn’t a breath of wind and hardly a cloud in the sky. We were close to heaven that day.

We started kissing and soon the intensity of it soared. I wanted him so bad. Somehow he managed to get me out of my clothes without breaking the kiss, he kissed his way down my body, stopping for awhile to kiss, suck and flick each nipple in turn so that they puckered in excitement. I was so hot! He kissed his way down my stomach to my crotch. I could sense what he was about to do. But I had been riding for hours and felt decidedly hot and sweaty there.

“Paul I don’t want you too, I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t care” he murmured.

Before I could argue further he thrust his tongue inside me and I gasped in pleasure. He flicked his tongue over the hood of my clitoris and I felt my bud come out from hiding, seeing it Paul flicked it delicately. I came. Just like that. I came. I mean I had sensed the build up, but never, never in my life had I ever cum like that. He had certainly found and flicked my cum switch. I screamed at the top of my lungs from the sudden intensity of it, screaming to the blue heaven.

I sat up and virtually tore off his clothes. ‘What was good for the goose’ I thought. I manoeuvred myself so that my hips were straddling his face and his cock was below my head in the 69 position. I grabbed his hard cock and covered his salty prick with my mouth. I could feel him shudder it pleasure, his tongue still worked away at my steaming pussy. My thighs were slick with my pleasure and rubbing against the side of his face. Up and down I worked my mouth, deep and short, flicking my tongue around the head.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I leapt off him, spun around, grabbed his cock and lowered myself onto him all in one swift motion. I was slick with my own cum and he slid neatly inside me. I thrust violently down on his cock and pounded him for all I was worth. I was so wet, so fucking hot, another orgasm washed over me, but I didn’t pause, I screeched in estacsy but continued slamming myself onto his cock.

“Lara I’m going to cum!” he yelled. He tried to buck me off so he could withdraw. “Lara quickly I have to pull out.”

“I don’t care!” I screamed, I want your cum, I want to feel you cum in me. I can’t take it any longer. I want you to cum in me, I want to feel your hot cum in me!” We were both lost in the glory of the moment, he thrust hard into me and came, boy did he cum, his semen scorched the inside of my pussy sending me over the edge again, and I came like and I had never ever came in my life.

What was I becoming? What was happening to me? What did tomorrow hold? I don’t know. But right here, in this place - the future is now.

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