Madame B - Seduction

Why did he have to look so fucking sexy when he was being so obnoxious? Rather than diminishing his sex appeal, his arrogance seemed to add to it because of the way I felt about him. Exhausted, I sat down on a tree stump.

David slid his backpack off, reached into it and pulled out his water bottle. "Whatever are we going to do?" he repeated, before tilting his head back and drinking greedily, letting the water spill out of his mouth and splash down his well-defined brown neck. My body was telling me to throw myself at him, lick up the cascading water, rip his clothes off his body, and keep kissing, licking, sucking, and biting until I got to his cock… and when I got there, to keep going until he was hard, harder than he'd ever been in his life, finally hard enough to fuck me the way I wanted him to.

"You ought to drink something," said David, in that annoying know-it-all voice. I realized that I was absolutely parched. I also realized that I had drained the contents of my water bottle before we were even halfway through the hike. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't care, but I was too late; he'd spotted the empty bottle dangling from my belt.

"Have some of mine," he said. And he placed the neck of the bottle next to my lips. I drank greedily, partly from thirst and partly because I could taste David on the bottle. It still smelled of him, and I closed my eyes, pressing the bottle to my mouth, imagining it was his kiss. When I took my last swig, the water cascaded down my chin, cheeks, and neck.

I was frozen to the spot as David bent down and extended a clean, pink tongue to catch a dribble of water running down my neck. His tongue touched my collarbone first and then swept up my cheek tantalizingly slowly. He was so close that I could feel each hair on his neck, could breathe in that hypnotic scent of his. When his tongue reached my lips, he gently pried them open, and then followed by applying gentle pressure with a pair of smooth, soft lips that were so much the right shape, size, and texture that they could have been designed expressly for the purpose of kissing mine. I couldn't have resisted even if I'd still wanted to.

This was no longer a question of wanting David; I needed him. It was a primal urge, like hunger, like pain, like sleep. I needed to have his hands on my tits, so I pulled open my cotton shirt, not caring as buttons scattered into the undergrowth, lost forever. He obviously needed it, too, because he unhooked my bra with the same expertise he did everything else and covered my breasts with his hands, which were twice their size. My nipples grew hard under his warm touch and poked out through his thumb and finger. He squeezed them gently, a soft, tender touch that made my clit throb with anticipation.

I wanted him to undress me fast; any scrap of material between us was a hindrance delaying the moment when I could feel his chest pressed against my tits, his hands on my ass, his cock in my cunt. I tore at his shirt. My hands had turned to claws. I was a wild animal as I yanked off his belt and pulled his pants over his hips while he removed my own shorts. My clothes were around my knees when he parted my inner thighs again and jabbed two fingers inside my dripping pussy. Just when I felt my greedy hole contract around them, he took them, held them up like someone aiming a pistol, and ran his hand underneath his nose, breathing deeply.

"You're soaking," he said. "And, fuck me, you smell delicious."

The fat dick bouncing between his thighs was a clear indication that he was just as eager to fuck me and that I didn't need to use my mouth to make him any harder. I reached both hands down, tugged at the shaft of his penis, and starting at the base, began to caress the length of him before finishing with a swirl and a flourish, peeling his foreskin back to reveal a glistening, purple tip. It was the best-looking dick I'd ever seen. But I needed it to be in the one place I couldn't see it.

We kicked off our boots and sank to the dusty ground. Utterly naked in the jungle, the only noise a distant roar of water and the chirping of birds and insects. David's kiss was all the foreplay I needed and when I spread my legs he was inside me in seconds, his fat, firm cock stretching me inside, filling me up, making me whole. I had never felt so primal, or hungry for another body. I barely knew what I was going to do next, but nature did, as I tilted my hips, letting him spear me as deeply as he possibly could.

We rolled over and over. I lay on top of him, and drew my legs up to my chest before squatting over his cock. I bore down on it with my whole weight, feeling his engorged dick fill me up once more. My clit was so hard and swollen that it jutted out between my pussy lips. David glanced down, saw it, licked his thumb and forefinger and put one on either side of my swollen, yearning clit and rocked his hand gently back and forth, back and forth. His touch was light but the effect was as quick and efficient as flicking an electric light switch. I came hard, barely recognizing the animal yowls I emitted as my body collapsed on top of his. The spasms came again and again and again. Leaning down toward his face for a final, probing kiss, I abandoned myself to the physical release.

I dismounted and lay facedown next to David, too exhausted to keep fucking. But he hadn't finished with me. His dick was bigger and more turgid than before, standing bolt upright and thick between his legs. My body was limp, still in recovery from the most powerful orgasm I'd ever known. When he pulled my hips up and slid a knee between my legs to part them I moaned in protest, sure that my fragile, spent body couldn't take any more. But he was inside me before I had a chance to argue, fucking me from behind, thrusting so hard that I couldn't resist, and I let myself flop like a rag doll. The agony from having my still-swollen pussy pounded like this soon turned into another sensation, deep inside and toward the front of my body.

It began as a shiver in my pelvis and flowed along my limbs like a weak electric current, numbing my arms and legs, until it grew into a tingle so intense deep inside me that it became the only sensation I was aware of. The harder David thrust, the more I wanted him to. It was a minute or two before a new rush of pre-orgasmic pleasure indicated that I was about to come again, but this was a different, deeper orgasm than any I'd experienced before. I yielded to the low throb that grew stronger and stronger until I exploded again, feeling a jet of warm liquid emerge from an unknown recess deep inside me. David almost slipped out of me, but my twitching pussy would not release his dick; when he came, he was half-in, half-out of me and I felt two hard jerks before he became absolutely still and cried out in pleasure. My own juices, mixed with his spunk, dribbled out of my cunt, down my thighs, and into his pubic hair, making a little puddle on the jungle floor. He tore his dick out of me, and we both rolled onto our backs. We lay side by side, panting, our breathing slowly synchronizing just as it had done in the yoga class. That seemed like a lifetime ago now.

The smug arrogance had been replaced by a tenderness that melted me as he kissed me, used his underpants to wipe us both clean, and then scampered around the jungle clearing to retrieve our clothing. "I'm afraid some of these buttons will never come back," he murmured into my neck as he gently helped me on with my bra before bending down to put my boots back on for me. The kiss he planted on my knee made me shiver with desire again. Now that I knew it was possible to come more than once in the same session, I felt that I would always be ready for David.

"So now what?" I said, looking at the sky. "It'll get dark soon, and we've no means of finding our way back." I was now genuinely worried. We had little water left, and, much as I would have liked to, we couldn't have survived on sex alone.