“Oh shit, bikes!” I said “Here, take this!”.
Danielle turned to look and could see the two cyclists approaching at speed. She looked back at me but didn’t take the blanket from my outstretched hand.
“Fuck it.” she said, taking hold of my other hand, and continued to walk along the path, not looking back.
A few seconds later, the cyclists flew past. One of them turned back to get a good look and wolf-whistle as they both sped by. Danielle’s face turned red but she just kept walking, head held high, her bare chest pushed out confidently.
“Arghh!!” she exclaimed once they were out of earshot “that was so embarrasing!! I’m actually going to die!!”
“You have nothing to be embarrased about” I reassured her “you are sooo sexy! I bet those guys got instant boners. Definitely an image for the spank bank.”
As we neared the end of the trail, I asked her if she wanted to cover herself up with the blanket, suspecting there might be more people around or potentially kids. She agreed and wrapped it around her shoulders. As it happened there were no other cars or people present when we finally got back to our vehicle. I retrieved a sports bottle of water from the boot and suggested applying some over her genitals to provide some relief from the continuing irritation of the stinging nettles. She leaned against the side quarter of the car and opened the blanket exposing herself to me. I tipped the bottle up and squeezed a cool stream of water over her red labia and inner thighs to sighs of relief. Then she suggested using it as a douche to provide some relief to her burning asshole. She bent over the bonnet and reaching back with a hand on each cheek, spread them for me. I carefully inserted the mouthpiece of the bottle just inside her still raw sphincter and squeezed it to fill her with a cool water enema. Danielle moaned in pleasure this time, almost like she was turned on by it.
“Ohhh fuck that so nice” she said “fill me up”.
I emptied the contents of the bottle into her rectum before gently extracting it from her asshole. Danielle then squatted down behind the car and forcefully expelled the water in a puddle on the ground, sighing as the cool stream coursed through her stinging anus.
“Mmmmm” Danielle said in pleasure at the sensation “that’s sooo good.”
I opened the passenger door and helped her in before getting into the drivers seat and chucking my pack in the back. I started the engine and turned on the AC to cool the cabin down. Danielle removed her shoes and socks and put her feet up on the dash, tilting an air vent to blow a stream of air between her legs, simultaneously drying and cooling her nether regions. She wound the seat back and relaxed for a few minutes. I took the opprtunity to roll my own seat back and made out with the stark naked girl in my car for a little while.
Eventually I suggested we should probably get moving and advised Danielle of the safety risk of having her feet on the dash, which she duly ignored. The road was quiet initially, but we began to encounter more traffic as we made our way back towards civilisation. So she put her feet down and pulled the blanket back over her still bare chest. Her crotch remained exposed and visible to me the whole time though and Danielle took the opportunity to tease me as I drove, putting on a dramatc show of masturbating next to me. She spread her legs and held her labia wide open, loudly moaning as she rubbed her still somewhat inflamed clit which protruded noticeable from its hood of skin. She took it up a notch when she started to finger herself, reaching over to rub my cock through my shorts at the same time, summoning it back into full erection. I’m not sure if she really orgasmed or if she just put it on for my benefit but after she finished convulsing next to me on the approach to our exit from the highway, she leaned over the center console and started to undo my shorts. I protested momentarily – again citing safety concerns like a dork – but in reality I was more than happy to have her pleasure me for a bit. Danielle extracted my cock and gripped it firmly in her hand, stroking it back and forth with a twisting motion. She spat a little on her hand and spread it down the length of my shaft, allowing her hand to glide more easily over my skin.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, knowing the answer
“Mmm yeah” I replied “you’re so good at that, but hold it tighter”
“Sure. You like it tight don’t you? Just like Natalia’s little virgin asshole huh? Chloe’s too! ” Danielle said, her dirty talk further arousing me as she strengthened her grasp on my cock and stroked it.
“Just like your little hole today.” I replied, recalling as she stroked me, the sensations of first penetrating each of the three women anally.
“Who’s ass did you enjoy the most?” she asked casually “Honestly, I won’t be offended.”
I thought for a moment about whether to lie and say I enjoyed hers the most, but I figured she already knew the answer anyway.
“Chloe’s” I replied “she was sooo tight, I thought I was going to tear her in half when you convinced her to let me… use her.”
“I thought you’d say her, I’ve fingered that ass and she is fucking tight! I loved watching you plough her, it was so hot.” Danielle reflected, continuing with the handjob “I’m glad you got to enjoy her. She told me she hurt for days! Don’t think you’ll ever be inside her again! Did it feel anything like this?”
Danielle squeezed the base of my shaft hard before placing my bell end inside her warm, moist mouth and sucking my glans back and forth through her clenched lips. As she sucked my cock and fondled my ballsack inside my briefs, I imagined slipping in and out of Chloe’s stretched hole and the cries of pain she had made as I took her. I began to feel the onset of a second orgasm. As I neared the edge, thinking about tearing Chloe’s toned little butt cheeks apart, I placed one hand on Danielle’s head and held it down. Danielle opened wide and my shaft slipped down into her throat making her gag. I knew she wouldn’t mind me abusing her so I didn’t let go. I held Danielle’s head in position as she struggled against me instinctively, like Chloe had when I forced myself inside her. Eventually ejaculating into Danielle’s gullet, she choked on my load and spluttered a combination of phlegm and spunk over my shaft as I finally let her up for air. But she didn’t complain, she licked me clean as I continued driving and returned my finally wilting cock back to my pants before zipping up my fly for me.
We were now driving through the outskirts of the city and needed to take more care as we moved at slower speed through the narrowing, pedestrian lined streets. Danielle covered up fully with the blanket and behaved herself until we parked up outside my apartment. I got out first and looked around to check there wasn’t anyone within view and then opened the door to let her dash up the stairs. Back in the safety of the apartment she dropped the blanket on the floor and headed straight to the shower to clean up. I stripped down and followed her in, hoping for another opportunity to get into one or more of her orifaces. But she was done for the day and I didn’t blame her. We washed and dried one another affectionately, then collapsed onto the sofa naked.
Epilogue – The Danielle Denial
The predicted heatwave materalised and over the next few days the temperature outside (and in my apartment) steadily climbed to the point where wearing clothes was only done when leaving the building. The heat became oppresive to the point where neither of us really wanted to go anywhere. My bedroom had an AC unit, so we were at least able to retreat in there to cool down from time to time, and could sleep relatively comfortably aside from the noise of the fan running.
We usually slept naked together, even when it wasn’t a million degrees. At some point during the night, unless we had been particularly active the preceeding day, one of us would awake to find the other groping them in some way. To say Danielle and I had a healthy sex life would be an understatement. In fairness, the nature of our long distance relationship did mean we had significant dry spells to make up for. It was pretty common for us to enage in some form of sex at least two or three times a day if not more. That’s not to say we didn’t do other stuff, but given the conditions, this visit was particularly productive in the bedroom department as we really had few other places to be!
On the morning of Danielle’s last day I was laying in bed trying to work out how many times we had had sex. I hadn’t been keeping count and I wasn’t even sure how to dilineate sessions on some ocassions. I thought about just counting orgasms, but if we both came then it didn’t seem fair to consider that as twice. I thought counting distinct acts was an option, but that had it’s own problems as we tended to mix things up quite a bit. As I was pondering whether I should just use the times we weren’t performing any sex act as a buffer between I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by Danielle climbing over my face. She had her thighs on either side and her legs over the top of my arms, pinning my shoulders to the bed.
She sat down so her pussy was directly on front of my face.
“Lick!” she commanded authoritatively
I stuck my tongue out and proceeded to do as instructed. I liked to tease her when performing oral. Starting firstly with where her labia met her thighs, licking only in that crease and just breathing over her pussy instead. Then when she got worked up and demanded I turn my attention elseshere, I would direct my tongue only on her outer lips. Trying my best to avoid making any contact with her inner lips or clit. This too would become incredibly frustrating for her after a while. Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, I would allow the tip of my tongue to press into her slip and run from bottom to top, grazing the edges of her inner labia and flicking over her clit. I took my time with the process, so that by the time my tongue eventually contacted her clit, she was so horny that even the lightest contact would result in moans and sighs of delight. This was exactly the approach I took this morning as she straddled my face. However today I had decided to make her wait much longer for it. My plan was simple – I was going to deny her an orgasm for the entire day. Build her up repeatedly, then at the last moment, ruin it. I wanted to see how intense her climax would become after a full day of anticipation and frustration. And I knew exactly when and where I was going to let her have it.
