Ophelia

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take a hike back to where we had first met some years ago. It was one of those crossing of paths which was predestined.  I was heading back to my hideaway cabin where I studied and practiced my trade, when for whatever reason I decided to go back the long way, around the rocky hills rather than the familiar trail. I kept hearing, or thought I heard a weak whimpering from somewhere in the hills and followed to where I thought the sound was coming from.  Among the boulders and fallen dead trees was Thor, about a four month old wolf pup with his paw caught in and old rusty trap.  After several minutes of his threatening snarling, I convinced him that it was in his best interests to trust me and let me get his paw free from the trap.  Well, after freeing him, bandaging his leg, and a few words, we headed for my cabin.  He quickly decided that he would rather follow me than be left out there limping. We have been friends ever since, and now, standing about waist high to the shoulders, he is my protector.  Anyhow, that's what he says he is. I think it's more my cooking and warm cabin he likes. Although we do spend most of our time in town, he says he prefers the openness, and quiet out here more. However, I think it might be more the silver gray she wolf which draws him to these hills, although he continually denies it. He claims she's nothing but aggravation.  </I></div> <div> <I>We had been walking for about two hours, just to the other side of the mountain, through the thick heavy, timber forests when we came to a clearing, which was not there years ago.  By the time we got there, it was getting near dusk. Many small makeshift cabins, large tents, in a semi circle <IMG SRC="19f57bb0.jpg" border=0 width="343" height="187" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">around what looked like a ritual, rock lined fire, with people sitting around it, some playing guitars, singing, walking around, cooking fires going in front of many of the tents and cabins, perhaps forty to fifty, men, women of what seemed like ages ranging from late twenties to early forties.  Thor and I stopped, sat at the edge of the clearing at the distance to assess this before we take another step forward.  Looked to me like hippie / flower power commune left over from the sixties, judging by their attire.    </I></div> <div> <I>We sat there for more than an hour, watching them, and the sun setting. Seemed like decent people from here, but we learned, caution is best. We decided the best time to approach them would be after sunset.  With now, the only light being their large fire, we made our way down the slope towards their camp, slowly, Thor right by my side. The closer we got we could see they were simply flowerpower, hippie, free from the burdens of Barca escapees who have elected to live out here in the wilderness, living off the land. With all their dancing, singing, guitar playing, sitting around, wandering around, no one noticed us until we had sat down and made ourselves comfortable by the fire.  Then panic struck the group, as one after the other realized we had walked in unnoticed. They scattered like a covey of quail.  It was Thor who gave them the biggest fright.  His size and his glaring eyes I suppose, or the fact that he always looked hungry. They all, in one mumbling, large group stood well back from us, holding their sticks, guitars as if they may have to defend themselves against us.  I reached in the fire for a glowing stick and lit my cigarette.</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey man," one of the guys said, "where did you come from,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Out there," I said, pointing over my shoulder to the rocky forest.</I></div> <div> <I>"What are you doing here,?" he asked</I></div> <div> <I>"What are YOU doing here,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"This our farm, man, like homestead, like our village, like we live here to get away from Babylon. We live off the land, make things to sell to the outside world, but keep to ourselves," he said,</I></div> <div> <I>"W-e-elll," I said, I live in both worlds. And who are you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm the speaker," he said,</I></div> <div> <I>"And what is the speaker,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," he said, "I speak for all of us when someone like you comes, or like I'm  the mouthpiece for the group."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then come closer," I said, "so I can hear you without yelling, and we can talk," </I></div> <div> <I>As he came closer, "hey man," he said, "that's a big fucking dog you have there,",  and before I could stop him, Thor had jumped on him, knocked him down and was staring him, nose to nose in the face with snarling teeth. And Thor has some very impressive looking teeth, not to mention he weighs well over two hundred pounds.  I always said it was my good cooking from pup that made him grow that big.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh Jesus Christ," he screamed, "help me, he's going to eat me, get him off,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I can't get him off," I said, calmly, "he never listens to me when he's pissed off. But he IS demanding you apologize, or he will eat you,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Apologize how," he said, almost pissing his pants, "just tell me, I'll apologize,"</I></div> <div> <I>"He says he wants you to apologize for calling him a dog," I said, "he's a wolf, and proud of that fact," I said, calmly, taking a puff on my cigarette.  I knew Thor wouldn't hurt him, he was just having fun. He liked scaring the shit out of people. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ookk Ok," he stammered, "nice Mr. Wolf, I sincerely apologize for what I said.  Really, I mean it, I'm sorry, forgive me," </I></div> <div> <I>And with that, Thor made one long slurping lick along the length of his face.  A quick curled lip snarl and inch from his face, backed away, and came back to sit along side me, as the "Speaker" wiped Thor's slobber from his face, stood up, still shaken, but did come cautiously closer to talk.</I></div> <div> <I>"See that," I grinned, "he likes you already. He's quick tempered, but also quick to forgive."</I></div> <div> <I>With that everyone started gathering around closer to see and hear.  The more we talked, the more relaxed everyone became, to some even going back to their music, and wandering.  Thor sitting beside me, proud, observing everyone with his cold glare. </I></div> <div> <I>While talking to the speaker, and a few others asking questions, one of the gals, barefooted, long loose baggy cotton dress plopped herself down next to Thor, flung her arms around his neck, tightly cuddling him, rubbing her cheeks on his fur,</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh you're beautiful," I heard her say, and then began talking to him like a long lost friend.  I had difficulty concentrating on what the others were talking to me about, watching her out of the corner of my eye.  Thor never moved.  Just sat there, enjoying the cuddling attention I think.  That was not like him at all. </I></div> <div> <I>After having a cup of their coffee, sharing a few cigarettes, Thor a few bits of meat they gave him, I figured we better be on our way.</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's go," I told Thor, </I></div> <div> <I>"What do you mean we're not going,?" I told him, "Who invited us to stay,?" I was getting a little upset at him now. "And this Ophelia? . .  is the one who's been cuddling you,?" I asked, "and you decided we would stay? Am I getting that right,?"</I></div> <div> <I>It seems that Ophelia was the only female in the commune without a man, and she had convinced Thor that we should stay, that perhaps I might get to know her better.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Wonderful," I thought, "now I have a wolf and an Ophelia planning for me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"How did you know I communicate with Thor,?" I asked her, still sitting there, arms wrapped around him, now looking over the top of his shoulders at me.</I></div> <div> <I>"By the way you talk to him," she said, "you are, aren't you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I am what,?" I asked, rather abruptly,</I></div> <div> <I>"You know," she said, "you know what I mean. That's why you can talk to him and he can talk to you. That's why I asked him,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well why didn't you ask me,?" I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Because you wouldn't have listened,?" she said, and stood up, looked at Thor, looked at me, back at Thor, "We-e-l-l, are you going to come,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"What the heck," I thought, "Thor already decided, may as well." and off we marched to her tent at the edge of their camp. </I></div> <div> <I>Her cooking fire smoldering in front of the tent, small canopy over the entrance, carpet under canopy, flower pots lined up neatly on either side of the carpet, laundry hanging from lines run from the tent to nearby trees, small table and a couple of chairs.  She was definitely here for the duration. Once inside, it was the model of gypsy / hippie living. Everything was either large rugs, stacks of over stuffed large, multi colored pillows, blankets, beads hanging everywhere, peace symbols, flowers, lit by candles on a large piece of log in the center, and oil lamps hanging from the center support post. </I></div> <div> <I>"Make yourselves at home," she said, to which Thor wasted no time finding a few soft large pillows in the corner, flopped himself down and fell asleep. Among all of this relaxed chaos where books, opened and closed scattered everywhere, with a little battery operated cassette player, turning out some guitar, folk type music. At a quick glance, books on Taoism, Tantra, Sensuality, Kamasutra, sorcery, spiritual sex, to all sorts of books on sensual and sexual experience, teachings, manuals, etc etc etc.</I></div> <div> <I>"Interesting," I thought, "very interesting. A little den of debaucherous development.  A learning center,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like to try some of my wild berry wine,?" she asked, reaching for a large jug and two glasses., "I make it myself from any and all wild berries I can find,"</I></div> <div> <I>"How could I refuse," I thought, "two glasses in her hands, why be rude,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes thank you," I said, "that sounds interesting,"</I></div> <div> <I>She poured the two glasses of her handmade wine, set them on a small tray on the floor, and set herself, legs crossed in front of the tray.</I></div> <div> <I>I propped a few pillows against my back and sat down opposite her. As soon as I sat down, she raised her glass, touched it to mine,</I></div> <div> <I>"Here's to lasting friendship," she said, took a sip, held the glass with both hands in her lap, and just stared at me.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm going out for a walk," Thor told me, "I need some fresh air,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well give my regards to that she wolf when you see her," I communicated to him, which between Thor and I was somewhat telepathy I suppose and eye contact,</I></div> <div> <I>"THAT is none of your concern, " he said, "just as THIS is none my concern, but you could move her a bit.  I'll be back in the morning," and he made his way out of the tent, but with one last glance back at Ophelia.</I></div> <div> <I>I knew what he meant, and it is not something you acknowledge or admit to, except to the very trusted.</I></div> <div> <I>"I knew it,"  she said, "you're a shaman, aren't you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I am who I am," I said, taking a sip of the berry wine, "whatever that may be,"</I></div> <div> <I>Until I had found Thor with his foot caught in that trap years ago, I did not realize the potential, or mastery I had.  Since I had these gifts, then why not use them I thought.  It was simply a matter of focusing the mind, exactly the same way Thor and I communicated. </I></div> <div> <I>"Seems to me you do a lot of reading," I said to Ophelia,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she said, "they all tease me about that, calling me an intellectual. That's one reason why none of the guys want to share my tent with me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"You said, ONE reason," I said, "and what might some other reasons be,?"</I></div> <div> <I>I already knew what her response would be, and this would be a good time, as Thor put it, to move here. It was simply a matter of the mind to the task, and with her loose fitting, braless dress, breasts outlined through the flimsy cotton material, I could easily with minimum concentration rustle the material on the tips of her nipples, which quickly came to very erect, poking out the dress.</I></div> <div> <I>"They also call me, chubby," she said, "because I'm not thin like the other girls.", now starting to get a bit fidgety to my mind teasing.</I></div> <div> <I>"I've always been pudgy," she said, " and I can't help that. And if the guys don't want to be with me for that, well."</I></div> <div> <I>"Is that why you read all these books,?" I asked, "to hide in literature and knowledge,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"NO," she said, rather strongly, "I want to understand and someday experience spiritual sensuality and sexuality,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What a perfect time to practice MY mastery," I thought, and put a little thought efforts to caressing her spread, crossed legged thighs, and see how far I could coax her higher with my thoughts, as we talked.</I></div> <div> <I>She began getting deeper into telling me about the Kamasutra, the techniques, the mind states, etc. etc. etc., and I continued getting deeper into the mind state of fondling her. It was the first I realized the true potential, the gifts of my person and not only who I was, but also what I was. To listen to her, and watch her body respond to each mental tease from nipples, to her thighs, thoughts pressing to her clit, in mind seeing the moisture oozing from within her down her thighs. Hidden to normal eye by her dress, yet visible to the mind's eye as clear as if she sat there completely naked. I could see her now, squirming more and more with each of my efforts. The glowing flushes racing from her neck to her face, the flexing in her thighs beneath the dress as I pressed my mind more firmly to her clit, and then on sudden quiver which she made the best effort to conceal by reaching to the side for a book to read me a quote.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Repression or suppression of the sexual desire will not help you much. If lust is suppressed, it will again manifest with redoubled force when a suitable opportunity arises, when the will becomes, "she read, gasped as I set my mind to enter to her hot, wet depths between the soft tender swollen mons veneris. My mind and thoughts were in her, and she could feel, as though she were willingly allowing the invasion. </I></div> <div> <I>"Where my gifts of the mind greater than I had realized,?" I thought, and questioned "or was her body and mind so much weaker than my mastery,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"suitable opportunity arises, when the will becomes weaker than resisting," she repeated, and continued to quote from the book as I continued toying with my newly realized potential. </I></div> <div> <I>"She had no one," I thought, "so why not give her the opportunity for the pleasures of the flesh, and perhaps tonight we might share that. I led the way, now let her decide what was to follow,"  </I></div> <div> <I>She continued reading from the book, I continued my mental teasing,  exploring of her tender, desiring body, to her pleasure and mine. Her voice now softer, at times unaware she let out soft moans of pleasure, breathing slower, deeper. </I></div> <div> <I>Suddenly she stopped reading, placed the book to her side, placed another scented candle on the tray, slowly lit it, looked straight at me,</I></div> <div> <I>"You ARE Uku," she said in a begging voice, "aren't you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I am who I am," I said, "it is for you to decide who that may be,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I know you are," she said, "I can feel your presence within me." as she slid her dress out from under her, up over her head slowly, laid to the side on top of the book, still sitting there, crossed legs, so openly, sincerely ritualistic, offering, naked. </I></div> <div> <I>"From the spiritual, to the physical, to greater spiritual," she said, "you have that dominion. Will you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"How could I refuse such desire," I told her, as I stood, removed my clothes and sat back down, closer, facing her, remembering Thor's words before he left. "Move her,"</I></div> <div> <I>"How do you know about this,?" I asked her</I></div> <div> <I>"It's all in the books of the ancient world," she said, "it is part of the rhythm of life, and you have the dominion to share that by who you are,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright," I said, "but then you must know, that there is now going back to what you experienced or knew before."</I></div> <div> <I>"I know that," she said, "but I must experience all, to know myself, my body, and my sensual spirit,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Take my hands, close your eyes," I said, "and look at every part of your body, in detail, in your mind. Explore my body with your mind. All without any inhibition of desire. In your mind you can do as you please, your most uninhibited desires, because, who is there to witness your lust and passions,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok," she said, "I can do that,"</I></div> <div> <I>"There are four phases," I said, "and we will begin by exploring the mind. I will caress, fondle and tease your body with my dominion. You know that's what I was already doing, don't you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"</I><I>Yes," she said, "and what a wonderful, deep, sensual feeling that is,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Exactly," I said, "and from another quote, To the pure, all things are pure."</I></div> <div> <I>"Sexual love is the purest energy of the divine state, for lovers in their embrace form one angel."</I></div> <div> <I>"That is what I want to discover," she said, "the purest form of sensual sex."</I></div> <div> <I> "And where am I now,?" I asked her, still holding her hands, "and what is it you feel,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I feel a soft tingling feeling on my neck," she said, "and it's slowly moving down my chest to my breasts. A warm brushing sensation, yet not on my skin, but as almost under my skin, or through the flesh, between my breasts, as a warm glow, as though warm feathers encircling my nipples, brushing back and forth over the tips, yet always making slow delicate, rubbing circles around  my nipples, tingling, warm,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Close your eyes," I said, as she looked down at her breasts to see,</I></div> <div> <I>"I know I'm holding your hands, but I had to see."</I></div> <div> <I>"This is only the beginning," I said in a very soft voice, "but keep hold of my hands, and your eyes closed,", and again I began to touch upon her with my forte, which I was now beginning to understand, and more and more aware of my capacity. </I></div> <div> <I>It was my thoughts which spread her thighs to open wider, her belly muscles to roll as if to reach out to the touches, her creamy nectars slowly oozing from between her glowing red, very swollen mons veneris, the flesh upon her portly thighs, flexing, flashing hues of glowing pink from her arousal.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh that feels wonderful," she said, "like warm, glowing, yet so soft, embers slowly, delicately caressing my thighs, playing kindly between my pussy lips, yet as if hundreds tiny soft fingers amusing themselves within me, within, Oohhhh, tenderly tugging at my clitty, Ohhhh mmyyy, and still the warm feathers pressing, playing at my breasts, my  nipples, caressing warmth along my back, my sides, every part of my body being touched, caressed, as though I'm floating field of warm feathers, bathed by the sun."</I></div> <div> <I>A steamy pool of her creamy arousal nectars shimmering between her shaking, spread thighs, as she rolled, swayed her body as to reach for more, and each of the sensations, stimulations to each tender place I set my focus.</I></div> <div> <I>A sudden shudder, as she clenched her hands tighter to mine, yet wanting to free them to grasp at something, but I held them firmly, that she let it all happen with the mind. Her belly lurching out towards me, towards my hands, searching for touch, that her breasts heaved.  She kept her eyes tightly closed, as though now in a dream, a sensual bubble, softly moaning as if humming a senseless guttural tune, reeling her head back, in a dizzy swaying motion as though searching the clouds. Another sudden burst from within her, shot her hot juices between us to my crossed legs, again, again, a flood as though a small hot geyser, as she gripped my hands with crushing strength, quivering violently, belly muscles flexing, biting her lips, with facial expressions as though her insides were being torn out, yet moaning with mumbling words of the ecstatic pleasure racing through her entire body.</I></div> <div> <I>"THAT is unreal," she said, barely able to talk, slowly rolling her head forward, trying to open her eyes to look at me, "I still don't believe it."</I></div> <div> <I>"Lay back slowly against the cushions," I said, "you have only reached the first plane, and you did say you want to experience all,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I do, very much" she said, "but if that is only the first, I can't imagine how it could be better,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, for that," I said, "you'll just have to trust me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"But when will you get your pleasure,?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Mine will come when you are in the fourth plane," I said, "and then I think I had best be prepared for the storm of storms," as I laid her back, spread her fleshy, hot, wet with juices thighs and rested myself across her belly, resting my weight on my elbow.</I></div> <div> <I>"Close your eyes again," I said, "rest your hands on my back, and again let your mind see ALL, every detail, describe those sensations which please you most, and listen to my sensual, explicit prattle,"</I></div> <div> <I>"uummmm, that is making my heart race," she said, as I slowly, methodically rolled back, the fleshy hood which veiled her clit, up, well clear of the protruding pale, moist pink little nub, exposing it to the mild breeze which wandered through the tent, and of course to my attention., "every nerve in my body feels as though it has been exposed and touched by hot coals, yet I know, it is pleasure, not pain."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well,"  I said in a very soft voice, "it's like the meeting of two chemical substances. If there is a reaction, both are wonderfully transformed," and with that, my target, complete attention to her raw, exposed clit and all the tender surroundings.  "Perfection can not be attained without sincere dedication," I thought, as I wet the tips of my fingers of my free hand with the moisture which was now again flowing from between her trembling mons veneris, and slowly, barely touching, caressed the bare, exposed pink flesh around her clit, and of course in thought, I was also well inside her clit, probing, exploring within her hot steamy depth, teasing her most sensitive firmly erect nipples. This secret of the mind is within all of us, yet too many humans have lost this and become too mortal.  I will play upon, around her clit, to every increasing sensitiveness, as the glowing flashes of arousal race along her thighs, to the flexing, quivering flesh of her belly beneath my chest.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhh mmyyyy," she whined, "my head is swirling, all these wonderful sensations, tingling feelings, as though my whole body were enflamed, yet such a delicious stinging, whatever you're doing there,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What I am doing," I whispered, "is making your clitty demand more and more. The slower, the greater the pleasure, the greater the demand for more,"</I></div> <div> <I>With those barely audible words, which her body heard, she slowly started rolling her hips in unison to my fingers encircling her clit, tapping its most sensitive crest, rolling it beneath my fingers firmly pressed to its nib, then probing beneath the layers of soft wet pink flesh beneath surrounding it.  I find, beneath, at its base, her most tender of all area, one tiny dimple, so sensitive to touch, that with each delicate touch, passing of the tip of my finger, violent tremors of pleasure shatter her entranced delight, again releasing spurts of milky, translucent juices from within her, to her portly thighs, oozing slowly down to the rug. </I></div> <div> <I>"This is a union of understanding and acceptance," I murmured to her,</I></div> <div> <I>"the most sincere attention to your clit is the key that unlocks and unleashes all. Here I have this little pink pearl exposed to the night air and my play,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I could lay here all night like this," she said, "floating, feeling your sedative, yet arousing fingers on my,", her clit now almost a pale translucent white as it rises to its limit of protrusion, aching for more aggressive fondling. It was my intent, with careful concentration to bring her as near to orgasm as I could, and hold her at that plane just prior to. Occasional, slow, sliding, finger into her hot, flooding depths, exploring, appraising, to find her inner fleshy ripples getting hotter, wetter, and so much more rigid to my slow and careful teasing. Her inner flow I carefully withdrew with full finger's length to coat her mons veneris, her thighs, around her clit with these sweltering juices, that she see feel her own inner heat to her skin, that the mild breeze, passing, tease her as I could not.  She not once till now made request, demand, nor gave instruction as to her desires.  She soaked it all in, as if it were that which she had not known before. In thoughts I played upon her nipples constantly, seeking points of the most sensitive, that although I could not see, I could feel her nipples between my lips, so very erect, so very firm, protruding from her abounding, ample tender breasts, spread graciously over her chest, rolling, swaying to her shudders as I now teased the crest of her clit with tip of tongue. Her hands eagerly coaxing, guiding across my back, kneading the muscles in my sides, then to her breasts, and again to my back, as though to press my lips tighter to her clit.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ooouuooohhmmmm,uummmmm,hhhuuuughh," she purred so softly as my lips delicately took hold of her clit, taking it deeper to my mouth with a gentle sucking motion, with tip of tongue gently at first flicking the peak of her clit.</I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuuggrrhrrgrr,auugghrrrggr,mmyyy," she moaned in a gargling, near choking voice, rolling, slowly thrusting her hips to my gently maneuvering lips and tongue, to guide, to seek the most, yet without urgency.  She was content to float on this present plane for as long as she could hold back. </I></div> <div> <I>My thoughts, they teased and played along her neck, between her breasts, again a firm grip of her ardent hungry nipples, across her belly, along her thighs, again to her breasts, with lips now tightly pressed around her clit, one finger softly prying in her torrid depth, one finger now, planted well into her butt.  </I></div> <div> <I>Almost as if crying, "I can-n-n't, I-I-I,OhhgghGHodd," she moaned, "OhhNoon-nonooooo,", thrusting her hips more erratically, more violently to my lips, slapping, grabbing, kneading with flaying hands on my back,</I></div> <div> <I>"OhhGhhchcod,d-d-doon-nptttsshhttopp,nnoww,I-I'mmmm" , as though she were painfully praying, attempting to reach heaven. I could see that she had not been badly maintained, but it was also obvious she had never experienced beyond the minimum, or been diligently serviced. I felt it now my duty of doing her a service, and a service as well done, that she should never forget.  By her quivering, her violent explosive thrusts, the deep, then whining, then crying guttural choking moans, I knew my efforts were well received and her ecstasy of pleasure was sincere.  With mental efforts well  focused on her nipples, by her eager, greedy thrusts of hips to my lips, I took her clit hard between my lips, flicking, attacking with tongue, that I thought I could feel her clit reaching for the depths of my throat, this hard quivering tiny nib. My free hand fingers entering, retreating from within her flowing pussy, probing, groping deep within her butt, faster, deeper, rapidly to her direction now. She was completely loosing control and all sense of earthly being.  This was the beginning of the point of no return. I was fulfilling her desires beyond her expectations, and she was not about to stop until she reached the top. Fingers now ramming harder in her as she pushed herself to my hand, pinched together in her depths and quickly withdrawn, and again another assault into her hot, wet depths. The more aggressively I applied myself to sucking on her clit, the more her body demanded, the more violent the tremors and quivering, the greater the flood of her hot juices from within her to my drilling fingers.</I></div> <div> <I>"aaaarrrrrggccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,eeeeaaaafffffff," she squealed, that I was sure all others within the commune heard her cries, "ffffpphhhuuu,uummm," a tearful, high pitched vibrato cry as she stiffened her body, rigid, froze, pressed tightly to my lips as I now kept my fingers in her depths firmly, seeing her final flood of juices as sudden burst from hot geyser, and just as suddenly went limp beneath me, trembling, sweating, hot as though she had one violent adrenalin attack.</I></div> <div> <I>The heat of her orgasm rising in the cool night air in that tent as a mist in early morning. The musky scent of her explosive orgasm hanging in the air around us like heavy drapes, a pool of her release between her thighs on the rug, shimmering, reflections of the flickering candles, her hands trembling, fondling my back, yet without purpose or pattern. For the moment, I think I can honestly say, by her silent, limp state beneath me, I have done her well.</I></div> <div> <I>But it is still early in the evening, and I have managed to keep myself from going over the edge. She wants to experience all, and for that, we hold the best for last. For nearly an hour I have maintained her with my painfully craving erection unattended. Carefully, slowly, not loosing contact with her still quivering body I reversed my pose.  Now, on my other elbow, facing her,  reposing with chest across her hefty, majestic, slightly parted, glowing thighs, that my erection was well within her reach and view.  With delicate hand I softly again began stroking her warm, wet thighs, slightly kneading her soft, tender the flesh of her inner thighs, barely passing over her downy soft, puffy mons veneris, to her tummy and then again. With a tender smile, a speechless stare of admiration she closed her hand around my proud, throbbing, rigid member and just held it firmly as one would hold a pleasing object carefully to examine it. Again without haste and the greatest care, slowly took it to her lips, to gently press one warm, wet lingering kiss on its crest, slightly retreated, then again, and again, each peck took slightly more of this pulsating head deeper within her drooling lips. It seemed as though she was savoring, indulging herself with the soft crimson crest between her lips, as much to her delight and mine. Drooling more to it with each passing, that her watery saliva was now running down its length, such a slow inhaling kiss, tugging firmly between her lips as she again withdrew. My <IMG SRC="19ec8b10.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="177" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">gentle petting, caressing between her thighs, well in tune with her savoring, affectionate, gentle devouring of my erection was almost hypnotic. The feel of her again steamy hot mons veneris beneath my hand, watching her provocative performance bought only subtle moans of pleasure from us both. It seemed as pleasing to her that I watch, by her glances from her slobbering, now very boisterous labors, to my eyes with her mouthful grin, to be sure that I was watching her, then back to her task of pleasure and pleasing. She was definitely getting her body and mind into the affair, to such an energetic, spirited, completely lacking in restraint endeavor, as if slurping soup from a ladle. Her indulgence directly accelerating in proportion to my again now teasing, lightly thumping on her exposed clitty, and of course, my fingers plowing between her mons veneris, groping within her depths, assaulting her clit, proportionally accelerating to her energy to my wonderfully painful, throbbing erection.  A trace of my prelude juices oozing from the head of my erection as she withdrew.  She stared at these shimmering drops for a few seconds, then firm, pressing, slowly raked her tongue, methodically over the soft, raw crest of my cock, as a cat would to clean its fur, that sent shock waves and shudders through my body like boiling oil racing through my veins, that I suddenly clutched her clit between two fingers, in pleasure as much as pain, a chain reaction which sent violent tremors through her, flaying her thighs, and a screeching moan of ecstasy, yet not one word said by either of us, only the  grunts, groans, moans and whimpers to acknowledge. They write of fire racing through your veins, and this was it. I knew what I was feeling, and I could see the radiant glow of heat racing back and forth from her thighs to her neck and back again, with the shudders, quakes and quivers from us both as we brought each other to the next plane, yet somehow without words, maintained that peak just short of total eruption. I was certain, with my eagerness, arousal, and watching her laboring on my pulsating cock, that I had tweaked, battered and rubbed her screaming clit raw, yet she thrust her hips higher, reaching up for more, just as I flinched to her more aggressive assaults with lips around my aching shaft, and also coaxed her for more. This was all turning into a continual orchestrated motion of two bodies completely apart from the real and physical world around us. Had the tent blown away and left us exposed to the world, we would not have noticed. We were both near the point of no restrain.  I for one, no longer cared where she decided to take me, but I knew she must come along, and buried my thumb deep into her draining, hot depths as far as I could, pressing it tight to her smoldering inner flesh, slid a finger slowly, also firmly deep into her butt with flickering probing, and again took her clit between my puckered sucking lips. What happened then is impossible to describe, other than it felt as though the blood, oxygen had been sucked from my brain, her clit I was convinced was deep in my throat, as we came with such force, locked together, between each other's thighs, her flood of torrid juices blinding me, arms tightly wrapped around, holding onto each other's shaking, quivering thighs, my cock now throbbing limply in her hot mouth, frozen in that entwined position that I was convinced we could not have been pried apart without great effort, if at all. With every nerve ending now so raw, exposed, used, perhaps abused, the slightest touch to her clit and she flinched back with a shudder, then searched again for my lips. The slightest touch of her lips or tongue to the crest of my cock, and I too flinched to retreat from the pleasurable pain with even a more violent shudder, and also then again offered it to her tender lips.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhmmmyyyy,ppphhhhooooofffff,ppff,ppff,pppff," she weakly huffed, flung her arms over her head and rolled  to her back limp, staring blankly to the top of the tent as I weakly rolled to my back, unable to do more than that.</I></div> <div> <I>"Wowwww," she whispered, "I would never have believed that possible. My head is spinning, and can't focus my eyes." </I></div> <div> <I>"I think you just sucked the last ounce of brains I had left, out of me." I said, also too weak to elaborate. And there we laid, collapsed, drained, damp with the sweat of heated passion, somewhat still touching, the gentle afterplay.</I></div> <div> <I>Now, us both, weak labored breathing, the scents of the warm summer air now reeked of the musky odors of orgasms, thick, heavy, by the humid air of our energies.</I></div> <div> <I>I have no idea how long we laid there in that molten, drained state, but,</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like a glass of wine," she whispered, still gazing at the roof of the tent,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I would," I said , and with that, she peeled herself off the rug, rolled over on one elbow and poured two glasses of wine. </I></div> <div> <I>Still in that same, resting by each other's thighs, sipping on her berry wine,</I></div> <div> <I>"You're doing it again," she said, "aren't you? "</I></div> <div> <I>"Doing what,?" I asked, knowing very well, I was again replaying, to her, on her, in her, what we had just experienced.</I></div> <div> <I>"I can feel you on me, in me, all around me," she said, "all over my body. <IMG SRC="1a2bfa20.jpg" border=0 width="191" height="162" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="4">You're working on my thoughts again. I can see and feel an image yet I can't see it. Keep doing that, I feel such a warmth rushing through me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"With this commune living, out here in the wilderness" I thought, "then it's nature, and being close to it must be what arouses her,", and those were the thoughts I was now pressing to her mind, to her body,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't know what I see or feel," she said in a slightly wavering voice, "but it's making me tremble with wonderful rushes, that I can't, and don't want to control.", and again, still laying there across her thighs, sipping my wine, resting on one elbow I could see the glistening, like little drops of dew between her glowing pink mons veneris.  The power of the mind is greater at times than the physical.  The mind can do so much more, as I, in thought brought her clitty out from under its soft fleshy folds, laying  bare to my minds play. </I></div> <div> <I>"What are you d-d-d-doinnngg to me,?" she asked in quivering voice, her head reeling back, "how ca-ca-a-annn you d-d-do that, not touching me?"</I></div> <div> <I>As she began kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.</I></div> <div> <I>Focused as I had never been before, I had her clit in mind, knowing every tender nerve as if it were my own.  Playing beneath its erect pale pink crest, with thousands of fingers , raking back and forth, tapping this shiny pinnacle to her trembling body.  Seeing it reach out to me, screaming for more.  </I></div> <div> <I>"You c-c-ca-a-n-nt shhto-t-ppp th-there," she said in such an agonizing, pleading, almost crying voice, "pl-pllea-pleassss, t-t-taake me all the wayyy,"</I></div> <div> <I>The mind tease. I knew could only bring her to the brink, hold her there, but for how long before she had to explode.</I></div> <div> <I>"M-mmmm,ma-a-ke it, aauuughhhhh,pppllleeaaassss,"</I></div> <div> <I>Taking her clitty tightly between my lips, sucking it to the depths of my throat, or so it seemed.  All the nerves at its base rising to the tip of my tongue flickering along the rising tiny ridges. The harder I sucked it, the more her hot, steamy nectars flowed from within her to my chin.  She was taking control from within, demanding from all her body, frenziedly grasping, reaching for my hands, pushing, guiding my body that I be well between her thighs, wrapping her legs around my neck, across my back, ankles locked together, pulling me greedily tighter to her swollen, drenched mounds of quivering flesh, which seemed to part and close again around my devouring tongue.  My hands she held so tight, to guide, massage, explore, fondle from as far as my reach would allow, along her breasts, pressing tighter, over her firm, erect nipples, to her belly, along her sides, encircling her body , thrusting her  hips to my jaw with each pass of hands over her breasts, then as to free her clit from between my inhaling lips, push both hands deep into the softness of her belly, and again to her breasts, that I squeeze them tightly in rhythm to her rolling, frantically, forcing hips as my firmly formed tongue probed deeper into her torrid, oozing depths.  I could hear only the sound of her quivering, throbbing heart beat, damp thighs squashing to my ears as she toiled to devour my tongue between her enflamed mounds of veneris, as though a vacuum to her hungry breach with such force that I was certain I would not survive her next convulsive eruption. Orgasm, after orgasm, with hot gushing floods of release spewing from within her, more torrid than the previous. I felt as though I was now consuming raw, hot, honeyed, sticky, flesh, yet she did not relinquish the crushing hold she had with her legs around me. Even muffled ears, by her stately hot thighs, I could hear her pleasurable, agonizing moans, whimpering cries as she pursued another, yet higher, more crushing orgasm, how could I possibly retreat, even if she did not have a death grip on me. It was bodies and minds in complete harmony, I was the means to the end, but must admit, I was getting as much pleasure giving as she was receiving, knowing the Great Typhoon was near.  The flashes of quivering heat racing along her thighs to my cheeks, to my burning ears, more intense, more crushing, her thighs abruptly parting, and just as quickly slamming to my cheeks, more rapid, more fervid, raking my hands, with hers, trembling feverishly to her hardened, raw nipples, not one muscle, not one part of her body not in quaking motion as she went higher and higher. My hands now gliding freely over her aroused, sweat coated breasts as she urged for more. I was convinced I had sucked her clitty from its base, still she struggled that I take even more. I could feel the smooth, slick erect nib of her clit searching for the firmness of my tongue, as tongue searches for tongue in heated kiss.  She was oblivious to me.  I was the means to her ecstasies, beyond rational self-control, in thought, with lips, and gently nibbling teeth to her clit, I  pressed my tongue past her puffy, soft, drenched mounds of quivering flesh, to well within her scorching depths, as deep as searching tongue could reach, in mind I had the rippled inner ridges of her G spot to well beyond the tip of my flickering tongue.  In mind and body I found the keys which took her to the other world, where so many orgasms of body and mind become one crescendo with no thoughts of return until the Great Typhoon.  With trembling, quivering, sweaty palms she pressed my hands to her thighs, and just as urgently raked, groped for as much of my hair as she could grasp, clenched, tightly, to let me know, "don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop," digging her tightly crossed legs across my back as she doubled over with each flicker of my tongue along the laced ridges within her drooling heat. These hot tiny barbs, rough ruffles, deep within her,  more pronounced, reaching, searching for the intense pleasure of my delving tongue.  Where exactly she was in time, I had no idea, but the teething nibbles on her clit, each deep probe of my tongue had her doubled over that I was certain her breasts were pressed to my back, with wet thighs, from her flowing juices, sweat of arousal, slapped spastically with more intensity to my ears, crushing my lips and chin tighter to her.  Her hands so tightly entangled in my hair, I could feel her knuckles pressed to my skull as she doubled over again, and again as if the most intense, unbearable abdominal pains, yet, without words, actions alone begging, pleading for more. Yet muffled by her hot wet, slapping thighs to my ears, I could hear her now more intense, more violent, whimpering, choking moans as she slaved to get as much of my rasping tongue into her aching heat. And then, with one continual quaking, shuddering, violent, agonizing moan, which I heard through the heated flesh pressed to my ears, a gushing, scorching hot flood spewed past my tongue, to my chin, to my chest as she froze, locked tightly around me, with violent flinching tremors to my easing touches with tip of tongue. Her thighs and legs so tightly crushed around my neck, I saw spots and shimmering lights, and thought, if this flood continues I will surely drown. Yet, as she eased her crushing hold, her arms now limply resting on my head, her thighs, still quivering, parted, spread weakly, dripping with our sweat, her juices, the sweet, heavy, musky scents of orgasm kept me in somewhat of a trance.  Again, I rested my head on her fleshy hot thigh, to weak to move, as I watched her gently running her fingers through her hair, soft whining, breathless moans, coming down from wherever she had been. </I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmmm,myyyyyyyyyyy," she sighed softly, "I feel so wonderfully drained, an. . .,"</I></div> <div> <I>And, yes, she never finished, before she fell softly to sleep, and so did I, arms still around her thighs, head to her warm flesh.</I></div> <div> <I>I woke some time as the sun started glaring to my face through the partially opened flap of the tent.  Thor laying there, amongst the cushions, snoring deeply as though he had an intense night also.  Now with the quilt somewhat over us, I guessed Thor had dragged it over us when he returned.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Good morning," the speaker peeking his head through the tent flap, "I brought you two some coffee."</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on in," I motioned,</I></div> <div> <I>"What about Mr. Wolf," looking at him sprawled out like a large silver rug, snoring worse than a drunken sailor.</I></div> <div> <I>"I wouldn't worry about waking him, as much as waking her," glancing at Ophelia in a snoring duet with Thor, "so sort of keep your voice down."</I></div> <div> <I>"Here's some hot coffee. Can I get a cig from you, please."</I></div> <div> <I>"Sure . . . . . they're over there," pointing to the other side of Thor, "pass me one while you're at it."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh man," looking at me, cautiously inching past Thor, doubting if he really still wanted that cig.</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't do that," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Do WHAT?", genuine fear in his eyes.</I></div> <div> <I>"Sneak like that. Just go get them as if you belong here, he won't notice. But sneaking he may not like too much."</I></div> <div> <I>"Here you are, thanks." handed me the cigs, matches, and made his retreat back outside.</I></div> <div> <I>"uummmmm," waking, slowly rolling over on her side, one hand between her  clamped thighs, "what are you doing to me?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Not a thing," taking a sip of my coffee, "that's your hand between your thighs, not mine."</I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmmm . . . . I know, but it feels good.",  slowly rolling her hips to part her thighs. "can I have some coffee?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Here," handing her the other one, "he brought one for you too."</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought I heard you talking to someone, but was thinking I was dreaming,"</I></div> <div> <I>"It was your fearless leader with the coffee and wanting a cigarette."</I></div> <div> <I>I guess our talking woke Thor.  He also, slowly rolled over, raised himself up, a low deep front legs stretch, then a long back legs stretch, looked around at us, not a word and slithered out between the tent flaps.</I></div> <div> <I>"Feel how wet I am," knees raised, pulled th</I><I>e blanket back, spreading her thighs, fingers groping deep in her pussy, "you do it . . . . . do it . . . I'm so close.", such an </I><I>aching smile, as she rolled her eyes back waiting. </I><I> </I></div> <div> <I>"Well then move your hand, sip your coffee and enjoy," brushing her hand aside, and slowly slid two fingers in as deep as I could, reaching with fingers pressed to her rippled G spot.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhh that feels wonderful," leaned back against all the pillows, sipping her coffee as though my digging fingers made the coffee taste all that much better.</I></div> <div> <I>Of course it tasted better.  The coffee to awaken the mind, the gentle massage among her warm wet petals to refresh the spirit from within.  That spirit within her flowing again from within her, soaking my hand with her juices.  She seemed somewhat in a hypnotic trance from my gentle probing fingers and sublime mind arousing. Her creamy translucent nectars shimmering, reflecting the warm morning rays of sunlight beaming through  crack in the tent flaps.  I made sure my teasing hand did not block the warm rays of light, like a spotlight warming her clitty.  My focused thoughts on the crest of her clit, in her hot, flowing depths, liberating her clit with tip of thumb from beneath its fleshy folds. A pale shiny pearl, protruding, searching for attention.</I></div> <div> <I>At times she held the cup to her mouth, almost frozen in that position. Her eyes softly closed as her head slowly swooned back, floating from side to side against the pillows.  All the hot, soft swollen flesh of her pussy fluttering beneath my hand. It felt as though her mons veneris was trying to wrap itself around my hand. </I></div> <div> <I>"ummmcchhhh," she softly squealed, cup pressed to her lips, squirming her hips as I teased her butt and slid one finger in her, wrenching within.  The deeper I slid my wrenching finger in her butt the more she spent, a steady, creamy flow of warm arousal juices along my hand.  Her portly thighs quivered and danced  at times, with sudden shudders of delight, spurting her pearly liquid in unison. </I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmmmmm," twitching the cheeks of her ass beneath her. Her soft meaty body twitching, flexing, folds of flesh rippling along her thighs, rolling along her belly.  Each flick of my thumb at the base of her clit sent shudders through her, to her jiggling breasts. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my," she whined, "it's as though you're crawling all through my body, through every vein. Almost like hot oil rushing through my veins. Such a scorching, tingling sensation everywhere."</I></div> <div> <I>Her pussy contracting with each little orgasm.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Such a luscious pleasure," barely breathing as she whimpered, squirming, "the more you do the greater the pleasure. Feels like hot warm coals on my clitty each time you touch it."</I></div> <div> <I>The words faded on her lips as she sank deeper into the pillows. </I></div> <div> <I>It was the beam of warm sunlight which had her clitty in the spotlight.  She sucked in choking breaths of ecstasy with each touch of my thumb to the raw, exposed little nib.</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuuuucchhhh, you've penetrated into the inner most recesses of my body.", slowly spreading her thighs wider like castle gates opening to welcome a king. </I></div> <div> <I>She was reaching the greatest peak of womanly enjoyment when,</I></div> <div> <I>"Ophelia, are you two awake?" blurted her friend, barging in, the gal she had been sharing this tent with before my arrival.</I></div> <div> <I>Ophelia so quickly slammed her thighs together, spilling her coffee between her breasts. My hand still tightly clamped between her hot soft flesh.  My finger still</I><I> embedded </I><I>in her butt, thumb deep in her pussy, as she quickly  flung the quilt over her legs, yet not willing to relinquish the pleasure. </I></div> <div> <I>"Yes Krista," she slurred, "we are awake as you can see."</I></div> <div> <I>I gave her a couple of twitches with my fingers as I sipped on my coffee, listening to them. Ophelia swallowing her words, trying to decide where her thoughts were.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I just came to see if you two were going to come along for our early morning skinny dip at the lake." as she began fumbling with the stone bead necklace that Thor had found in the forest.</I></div> <div> <I>Ophelia gently flexing her thighs around my hand, contracting her pussy around my inserted thumb, her butt and ass cheeks to my gently wiggling finger, with eyes directing my attention to Krista.</I></div> <div> <I>I gave her a questioning glance as Krista jabbered on about the morning group skinny dip ritual.  </I></div> <div> <I>With her hot crushing thighs to my hand, and her glances I was getting the impression she was wanting me to get into the mind of Krista. A quick fluttering wiggle of my fingers in her and a glance at Krista to which Ophelia responded with a subtle nod, yes.  I had no idea what her game was.  Why she would want me to drive Krista to orgasm without her knowledge I had no idea.  But then, why not."</I></div> <div> <I>This became a bit awkward for me, and a first.  I had never tried simultaneous mind arousal. Hand clamped between Ophelia's thighs fingering her, focusing my energy on Krista.  </I></div> <div> <I>I quickly realized it was the back of her thighs which absorbed the bulk of my mind's energy.  In mind I could feel the moist heat radiating from the tender flesh of her thighs just beneath the cheeks of her ass. Sending the gentle electric stream to and now between her thighs was easier than I thought. Like a wedge of energy I forced all my energy between her tightly closed thighs from behind to send a burst to her clitty. A sudden surprised look and shudder raced through her. She shook her head as if to see if she was awake and not dreaming.  Ophelia still relaxed against the pillows, grinning.</I></div> <div> <I>This was easier than I had thought.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Why delay," I thought, "let's give Krista the full charge of energy."</I></div> <div> <I>On the second burst I sent to her clit she threw herself to her back.  She just as quickly rolled to the side in a fetal position, both hands between her thighs, groaning as if being tortured. </I></div> <div> <I>The bolts of energy I sent to her clit I had never done with such force. Several short bursts and then one blazing continual invasion of energy lingering around her clitty.  </I></div> <div> <I>It was as though she had been hit by a bolt of lightning.  She flipped to her back, legs straight out, arms pressed tightly to her side, shivering, yet stiff, convulsive as if in shock.</I></div> <div> <I>With the final sparks I slammed to her clit, she let out the most blood curdling scream I had ever heard. I felt as though my eardrums would be shattered. there was no doubt it could be heard for several miles in all directions.</I></div> <div> <I>Ophelia went into a violent delirious, hysterical laugh as she rolled over, nearly breaking my arm as she folded over with her hyena like laugh.  </I></div> <div> <I>Her screeching, choking laugh almost exceeded the volume of Krista's screams as she released all that energy. </I></div> <div> <I>Her lose cotton dress crumpled between her thighs was instantly soaked and stained with her flood. </I></div> <div> <I>"She's a screamer," Ophelia chocking on her laughing words.  </I></div> <div> <I>"What happened?" Krista staring at the roof of the tent, a completely stoned, blank look on her face, still shivering from the aftershocks.</I></div> <div> <I>Within minutes after that murderous screaming we had others sticking their heads though the flaps in the tent, expecting the worst.</I></div> <div> <I>Ophelia still laughing hysterically.  Krista in shock, and me innocently sipping on my coffee.</I></div> <div> <I>"That will teach you to come in here without knocking Krista," Ophelia chuckled</I></div> <div> <I>"You horrid witch," mumbled Krista, still trembling, as she flung the beads at Ophelia, "what sort of witchcraft are these?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Krista," she said, "you know darn well you liked that, didn't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes of course," a bit irritated that she had to admit the truth, "but you could have at least warned me."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well that wouldn't have been any fun, for once hearing your death scream, rather than the echo through the woods a half mile off."</I></div> <div> <I>"That was not nice of you,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like some more?" Ophelia grinned,</I></div> <div> <I>A moment of silence, and some deep breathing.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," mumbled Krista, bright red flushed face, "but not here."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then after breakfast,  go to the waterfall, there you can scream your lungs out and no one can hear."</I></div> <div> <I>"What about the beads?" asked Krista</I></div> <div> <I>"Here, take them with you," Ophelia's mind planning something fiendish, "hold them in your hand until you get there, and then put them around your neck, BUT do NOT ever let them touch the ground."</I></div> <div> <I>"Why?" asked Krista,</I></div> <div> <I>"Just make sure they don't touch the ground." Ophelia repeated, "now go and leave us alone for a while, we'll see you later."</I></div> <div> <I>"Thanks Ophelia," with a smile on her face, eyes lit with excitement, "I won't forget this, and I won't tell anyone, I promise."</I></div> <div> <I>With that Krista left, merrily floating out of our tent, eager to head to the waterfall.</I></div> <div> <I>"What are you planning?" I asked Ophelia</I></div> <div> <I>"From how far way can you do that?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm not sure, but I would guess from about here to the campfire."</I></div> <div> <I>"That's far enough," eager with wicked energy, "I'll teach her for all her past."</I></div> <div> <I>"What all her past?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Every guy who ever took a liking to me, she would get between and lure him away and then dump him."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh," I thought, "and I have to be party to this."</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," she blurted, quickly straightening her baggy dress, sandals on, "we have to hurry to get there before she does."</I></div> <div> <I>"She's going the other way," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"I know, this way is shorter to where we are going."</I></div> <div> <I>A few minutes back up the hill from where I first came, then back down the other side to a small ridge.</I></div> <div> <I>About twenty meters below, I could see what I though was her plan. </I></div> <div> <I>"If her hand with those beads touches the ground," Ophelia grinned, "give her one of your nice jolting oral caresses, and then don't stop until she's quivering like a headless chicken."</I></div> <div> <I>"That's nice of you, you know she can't walk on that wet clay trail without slipping at least once." I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I know," she chuckled, "but that's her own fault for going that way, rather than the long way which is flat and dry. She's in a hurry to try it." </I></div> <div> <I>Then broke out in a choking, doubled over laugh, covering her mouth to silence it.</I></div> <div> <I>That trail, one could say was treacherous. Very narrow, red, wet clay continually soaked by a small stream, sloping down into soggy orange pit of mud. </I></div> <div> <I>Krista stumbled, slightly slipping on that slick trail, trying hard to keep from loosing her balance.  The heavy wet clay sticking to and building up on her </I><I>sandals </I><I>adding to the weight of her feet.</I></div> <div> <I>I must admit, this was a sight to see. As one who for the first time had wandered on the ice on a pair of skates out of reach for something to hold. Her long thin, baggy cotton tunic dragging through the wet clay, coating the seam with the weight of wet clay.  I think she began to realize that trail was not the smartest idea.  The pool and the waterfall now about fifty meters in front of her, and the worst part of the trail the last few meters.  On an incline and the narrow slick footpath down. </I></div> <div> <I>"As soon she slips and touches the ground with her hand, give her your very best, most powerful jolt you have ever given anyone." snickered Ophelia.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you sure you want to do this here?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, yes, yes," an immediate rush, her hands flapping at her sides like wings with anticipation of what we were about to do to her friend, "do it now, now."</I></div> <div> <I>It happened so quickly, I suppose being close to her goal, she must have gotten a bit anxious.</I></div> <div> <I>She faltered, stumbling to regain control of her heavy clay coated feet, a near muddy fall as the beads slightly touched the ground. </I></div> <div> <I>"Now," whispered Ophelia jabbing me in the ribs, "do it now."</I></div> <div> <I>I had already grabbed her clit in mind and gave her ten thousand bolts of tingling energy to the bare little nib on which I focused. </I></div> <div> <I>Amazed at myself as she stumbled to the shock of pleasure. Her ass flopped sitting into the wet clay instantly as she grabbed between her thighs with both hands. </I></div> <div> <I>Just like snow, glazed with ice she slid down the hill turning like a top. Her hands planted between her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>I gave her another bolt of orgasmic pleasure, her clit in mind was mine to do as I pleased. I was enjoying my new found powers, not thinking of her ride down that hill.</I></div> <div> <I>She let out a shrill, in such a screeching vibrato, it silenced the wilderness of all other natural sounds.</I></div> <div> <I>What must have seemed like a lifetime to her, in just a few seconds she had spun and slid, head first, feet first and head first again. Her white cotton tunic filled, and soaked in the wet orange muck now well above her waist. Her bare pale thighs and ass coated as she came to a sudden splashing halt in the muddy pool below.</I></div> <div> <I>I never relinquished my hold of her clitty and gave her orgasm after orgasm as she squirmed in that pool of goo. Squirming like a large eel caught on the beach, searching for the next wave to take it back to sea.</I></div> <div> <I>I was only glad that the pool of mud was only ankle deep, or she would have surely drowned.  With each violent, more powerful orgasm than the previous she groped and abused herself with both muddy hands between her thighs, releasing a piercing, wavering shriek which echoed among the hills.</I></div> <div> <I>I was in my focused trance, amazed and toying with the energy I never realized I had, as she splashed violently, drenched completely in that red slime.</I></div> <div> <I>The obscene words of pleasure and cursing Ophelia were that what one could only imagine.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>to be continued /</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#66FFFF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I> </I></FONT></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <embed src="HTMLobj-458/Ophelia4a.wav" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>