Canon Ch. 06

She murmured softly: "I'm yours - my husband, my love, my hero. All of me. Just me. Anytime you want me naked, I'm naked." She snuggled into his arms and gave his softening dick a squeeze with her sticky pussy.

They snuggled in silence on the beach, both of them enjoying the intimate feel of his cock slowly slipping from her pussy - and then the even more intimate feeling of his cum oozing out of her and over them both.

"Mmm. Dirty old man."

"Mmm. Naked little girl."

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They kissed and stroked each other as the fire burned low. It was dark, and had been for some time; night comes quickly in the tropics.

"I have an idea, Geoffie. When we get back, burn all my clothes and keep me naked forever."

He chuckled deeply and squeezed her. "How about if I buy a big safe and we keep your clothes in there? You don't get to know the combination. Just me."

"Ooo! That sounds fun," she giggled, and twisted on him sensuously.

They snuggled a little more. Then, Geoff whispered, "Baby girl, I have another surprise."

She shivered. "What is it? Something else sexy?"

"Not this time." He rolled over, taking her with him so she lay on her back. "Look at the sky."

She did, and gasped, a long, amazed intake of breath. "Oh, Geoffie... It's... It's beautiful!"

The moon was not yet up, and they were very far from land or any source of light. Anyone who has ever seen a truly dark sky knows what Amy saw, and what astonished her so.

The sky was filled with stars, as it can only be seen far from the city. The Milky Way was a river of light, and there was not a fingernail's width of darkness anywhere in the black velvet sky that did not contain a dozen, or a score, or a hundred stars. The bright ones of the constellations stood out like diamonds, and Amy understood for the first time how men of ancient times saw heroes and beasts and gods there.

"This is what the sky looked like to our ancestors for a hundred thousand years, Punkin," he whispered. "When the only light was fire." He kissed her. "I wanted to bring you here to keep you naked and make you my own. But I wanted you to see this, too."

He rolled off her, and she snuggled close, her eyes dreamy behind her lenses as she continued to look up. "It's so beautiful, Geoffie... Like you and me."

He stroked her face. "No," he said. "Just you, Amy. Just you."

"You're beautiful too, Geoffie," she whispered. "But I meant what we have together."

"Oh, yes," he breathed. His old eyes crinkled in a smile. "Oh, yes."

They lay on the beach and looked at the stars till the Moon rose in a thin crescent. "Oh, good," said Geoff. "We'll have the stars all night, the whole time we're here. It's almost New Moon, and we'll have dark skies for two weeks."

"We don't get a full Moon to fuck under?" she asked with a mock pout.

He grinned. "Next year I'll schedule it."

She sat up and looked at him with delight. "We can come here every year?" she asked.

He smiled. "We can come here every month if you want, Punkin," he said. "I told you - this is our own private island. We own this place. Call it my wedding present."

She gaped at him. "We... We own it? It's our island?" He nodded. "But... But how... It must have... You can't... It's a whole island, Geoff!"

He laughed and hugged her. "I don't have as much in CDs as I did, sweetheart. But I got a good deal." He smiled at his young Venus. "For you - to have you in this place - I'd have paid three times as much and not blinked."

She looked around. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. "We could live here," she breathed.

He stroked her lovely arm. "We could," he said. "And you'd never wear clothes again."

She fell into his arms, squealing with delight. "Not all the time, Geoffie," she laughed. "I like pizza too much. And your house."

"Our house," he said softly.

She smiled at him warmly. "Our house. And our pool. And our steam room. And our bed." She twinkled at him. "And Honey." She snuggled close. "But I want to come here a lot, Geoffie. I want to be your naked castaway girl - a LOT."

He kissed her head. "You will be," he rumbled. "And speaking of bed - let's have a starlight swim and then see what the one in the shack is like."

They ran down the beach and splashed naked in the breaking waves, then back to the hut. "Let's drag it outside and sleep under the stars," she said.

They did just that. The mattress was an enormous, old-fashioned featherbed, and Amy sank into it as if it were a huge pillow. "Whoo!" the girl cried. "This is amazing!"

Geoff flopped down beside her and laughed. "It's like me, Punkin. Old school. I haven't slept on one of these in fifty years." Then he grinned. "And never with a pretty naked girl."

Amy snuggled comfortably into his arms. "Dirty old man," she whispered.

After a moment, she said, "Oh, foo," with a petulant air.

"What?"

"We can't listen to our Canon in D."

He got up and went into the hut, just a few steps. Amy sat up. "Geoffie? Where are you going?"

He came back out, grinned, and held up an MP3 player and two small speakers. "Did you think I'd forget that?" he asked. She laughed with delight as he placed the speakers on either side of the mattress. Then he stood for a moment and looked down at her, half-lying on the soft cushion, pale and bare and beautiful.

"I love you so much, little girl," he said softly. "I can't believe you're really mine."

She lay back and posed prettily. "Come here and let me make you believe it, old guy," she breathed.

They kissed and held each other under the stars as their beloved Canon played softly. Sweet caresses and soft sighs, murmurs of contentment, whispers of love. Finally, they lay quietly, watching the Milky Way wheel slowly above them.

"I love you, Punkin... Mrs. Rider." He squeezed her. "Amy Rider. My darling wife."

"Mmm. My husband. My hero. My wonderful lover. I love you more."

"No chance," he said, and they laughed softly and kissed again.

They lay together in silence; the Canon had ended. The old man thought she was asleep, till she whispered, "Geoffie?"

"Yes?"

"I've never been so happy."

He kissed her hair. "Neither have I, little heart. Neither have I."

"'Little heart.' I like that." She nuzzled his chest.

"Come, little heart. Sleepy time." She nodded, smiling sleepily, and crawled on top of him. He started the Canon again and hummed her to sleep; then he moved her gently beside him and drifted off himself, gazing at her perfect face in the dim starlight and listening to the soft rush of the surf.

Thank you, God, he thought. Thank you...

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Amy woke the next morning as the Sun rose, exquisitely conscious of her total lack of clothing from the first moment. She shivered and rubbed her bare thighs together and felt her own breasts and belly and hips. "Naked," she whispered to herself, and shivered again.

She smelled bacon, and sat up to see Geoff, wearing cutoffs, squatting by the fire.

She came up behind him. "Hey, I'm supposed to be the cook."

He turned and smiled up at her, his eyes traveling up and down her bare, pale body. "Good morning, naked girl. Not here. This is camp cooking, and you get a two-week break."

"Ooo! Okay," she said happily. "What's for breakfast? I want some hot squirty cum."

He laughed. "You'll have it," he said. "But bacon and eggs first. And biscuits."

"Biscuits?" He opened a Dutch oven that was sitting on some rocks at the edge of the fire and showed her.

She sat down on a towel he had put out for her. "Geoffie, if you're so good at this kind of cooking, why didn't you do it at home?"

He smiled. "Just for myself? Not worth the trouble. Besides, it's always brought back bad memories. Doing it for you..." He shrugged. "It takes the curse off."

"Bad memories?"

He looked at her with affection and a hint of pain in his old eyes. "The last time I cooked over an open fire," he said softly, "it was on a hilltop in the jungle, I had two bullets in my back, and I was cooking a snake." He looked at the bacon and eggs. "The guys around me were in worse shape than me."

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to remind you."

He looked at her thoughtfully. "That's okay." Then he smiled at her bare bald pussy. "Besides, the circumstances now make it easy to forget."

She smirked and gave him a sensuous wriggle. "I'm going to belly dance for you on the beach, Big Heart," she said.

He grinned. "I love you, Little Heart. Here, grab a plate. It's ready. There's coffee, too. But it's really strong."

Biscuits with butter, bacon, notably greasy eggs, and strong coffee. Amy savored every bite.

After a bit - when they were almost finished - Amy asked, "This is really good, Geoffie. Where did you learn to cook like this? The Corps?" She put her empty plate aside and looked at him curiously.

He chuckled around a mouthful of eggs. "Boy Scouts," he said, amused.

She smiled at him knowingly. "Don't tell me. You were an Eagle Scout."

He actually reddened a little. "Guilty," he said.

She laughed, leaning back and kicking her bare little feet in the air. "I knew it! And I bet you got every merit badge."

"Not quite," he said, laying his own plate on the sand. "I never got the one for raping cute little naked girls on the beach..."

She squeaked and jumped to her feet as he got up, crouched, and approached her with his hands out and a feral grin on his craggy features. "I'm gonna getcha pussy, cutie..."

Amy ran, but not too far; Geoff quickly caught her and pulled her wrists behind her back.

He whispered in her ear: "New fantasy. You don't know me. I'm going to rape you. You like it?"

"Yes, Geoffie," she whispered back. "I love it - fuck me hard - make me do it for a stranger..." She was already wet and gasping with excitement.

"Say 'red light' if I hurt you or if I go too far," he whispered, and she nodded.

Then he pulled her wrists up behind her back and growled, "I'll teach you to run around naked like that, you little cunt. You're gonna get fucked till you can't sit down."

"No... Please... Don't hurt me, mister... I can't help it, I lost all my clothes..." Amy was into it instantly, playing it to the hilt.

"Tough shit," he rasped, grinning, and whipped off his web belt. He tied her wrists behind her with it, then roughly forced her to the edge of the trees. She realized that there was grass there, not sand and rocks. He was going to rape her, but he wouldn't hurt her.

She felt comforted and terrified, safe and vulnerable, fearful and excited, used and adored, all at once. "Please don't hurt me, mister," she whimpered, enjoying every second of it.

He forced her to her knees by pulling down on a tender nipple, then dropped his shorts and knelt behind her. "No, please... Don't... I'm a virgin..."

"Not for long, bitch," he rumbled. He slapped her bare, perfect ass, hard, pushed her face into the grass, and laughed at her helpless position - with her ass up in the air and her cheek on the ground, hands tied behind her back. He pushed her knees apart roughly and pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her to roll her hairless pussy up at him.

"No clothes, a shaved wet pussy, and ready to fuck," he growled with satisfaction. "And not a damn thing you can do about it, baby." He guffawed at her in his deep voice, then took his stiff, bare cock in his hand and began to swipe it up and down between her wet, quivering pussy lips.

"No... Oh, no... No, please..."

He laughed cruelly and shoved it in - all the way in, impaling her to her cervix in a single electric instant; then he began to saw his cock in and out, fucking her deep and hard and rough.

The helpless girl struggled and screamed, realizing she could be as loud as she liked. "AAAUGH! NO! Don't FUCK me! UNNGH, it's so BIG!" She struggled and twisted, working her pussy on his invading cock and squeezing it in protest, thrilled by the feel of his hard dick rudely screwing its way into her tender wet hole.

He pounded her hard, slamming his hips into her quivering ass, spearing her over and over without mercy. "Take it, you naked little cunt!" he grunted. "Fuck like a whore! Not a virgin any more, are ya? Take it!"

She fought to keep from cumming, but he laughed and fucked her harder. "Pleeease!" she squealed, crying real tears. "Pleeease stop! Stop raping me! Pleeease, mister!" He growled and fucked her faster.

She shuddered and struggled and gave it up, and he laughed as his bound and naked victim orgasmed helplessly and hard. He fucked her even harder, and wouldn't stop when she began to come down. "Oooh, G-God..."

He held onto her bare hips and pounded her relentlessly, and the poor girl shook and struggled and rose toward another forced orgasm...

He laughed and fucked her.

And another...

Finally, with Amy weeping and jerking in yet another shattering, pussy-clenching cum, he roared and jetted his boiling load into her dripping hole, grunting brutally in time with his powerful spurts: "UNGH! Take THIS, you LITtle CUNT! TAKE it ALL! You NAKed BITCH! I FUCKED you GOOD!"

When he was done, he finally untied her wrists and fell on the grass beside her. She moved over and fell on top of him, gasping.

"G-God, Geoffie... That was fantastic..."

"Literally," he grunted, gasping himself and grinning. She laughed tiredly.

"I've never b-been raped before, Geoff," she panted, looking down at his rough old face. "if it's y-you... I like it." She kissed him, her lovely cheek still gritty with grass and dirt on the right side. "You can rape me anytime you want."

"Mmm," he murmured. "My perfect, perpetual victim. Ready to scream and cum whenever I want to cram it in you." He patted her bottom. "Lovely."

She smiled shyly. "I can't do anything about it anyway. Good thing I think it's fun."

He hugged her. "You are such a wonder," he said into her pretty ear as he stroked her skin. "Did I hurt you?"

"A little," she said. "But that just made it real. You can be rougher than that with me if you want." She licked his cheek. "I'm your naked fucking hole, Geoffie," she whispered. "Any way you want me." They lay in the grass for a time, and Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun on her nude body. Geoff watched her and smiled, admiring her beautiful face, her perky cones pointing at the sky, her smooth, pale skin. "What CAN'T I do with you?" he finally asked.

"Nothing, love," she said without opening her eyes. "But I know what you WON'T do."

He cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"You won't hurt me. Ever."

"But you just said I did."

"That was fun hurt. Doesn't count." She smiled. "I saw how you took me here, to the grass, before you fucked me. You didn't want the sand and rocks to hurt my knees."

He tweaked her nipple.

"Ouch!" She opened her eyes and looked at him. "What was that for?"

He grinned. "Don't get all secure, Punkin. I'm not done with you yet - and you still don't have anything to wear for two weeks."

He leaned over, his rugged old face inches above her smooth young one. "I'm going to take you to places you've never been before, Amy," he murmured, his deep voice distant thunder. "If you're not afraid now - you will be." He smiled down at her, and she lifted a hand and pulled his face down to hers and opened her mouth to his.

After a long, lazy, wetly intimate kiss, she whispered, "I am afraid, Geoffie. I've been trembling inside ever since you burned my clothes. But I trust you, too."

She kissed him again, lightly. "It's exactly like you said - you're taking me into scary places where I've never been before, and I'm stark naked and barefoot and unprotected, except by you - and you're the one taking me there." She rolled her strange eyes and shivered. "It's really scary, Geoffie - you're so different from me - but it's so delicious."

She opened her thighs; his knobby old finger was gently stirring her young, bald, cum-sticky pussy. "Yeah, like that," she breathed. "I never know when you're going to touch my clit and make me give you my pussy. That's scary, Geoffie. But I love it. I love being your naked toy."

The old man hugged her. "My Little Heart," he whispered. "My naked toy, and my reason to live."

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The two weeks seemed to last forever. Geoff loved and cared for Amy in that wild place, and she spent every moment in quivering awareness of her forced nudity and vulnerability. Every time he spoke or looked at her, she felt an electric thrill of fear and anticipation - and often enough, it was well-founded.

He tied her to palm trees and tenderly tortured her for hours, using ice cubes from their small freezer and feathery leaves and tweaks and pinches and his fingers and tongue to keep her on the edge or orgasm till she was weeping and begging him to let her cum; or he pushed her hard and commanded her not to, cruelly massaging her bare, exposed clit, exploring her liquid hole with his fingers and cock, and twisting her nipples as she fought to keep from cumming.

She danced on the sand for him, as naked as an animal and reveling in it; and she was his human cum-rag, catching his load any way he wanted. They fucked every day, in the sand, in the water, in the sun and under the stars.

And they spent long quiet evenings by the fire, holding each other in the flickering light to the sound of the surf, kissing and touching and dreaming of more - and knowing they could make every dream come true whenever they wished.

The day finally came to leave - and the pilot forgot to bring Amy's clothes.

After a few minutes of delicious panic, she put on one of Geoff's old T-shirts. It was decent by three inches, and she got in the seaplane with bare legs and a pink face.

The long plane ride home was made even longer for Amy; all she had to wear was the T-shirt, and everyone knew. She couldn't stop blushing - and she struggled to cum quietly when Geoff felt her up under their blanket.

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Back in the big old house, Amy lifted and lowered herself on her husband's cock in their steam room, clinging to him in nothing but sweat, Geoff stroked his naked young wife's slippery skin and kissed her shoulders.

"Good to be home," he whispered over the hiss of the steam.

"Y-yessss," she gasped, preoccupied with the feel of his stiff dick in her pussy as she rose and fell on it. "I'm g-gonna cuh-cum, Geoffie," she quavered. He held her close and moved subtly, knowing he was not far behind her.

"Tomorrow it begins, Little Heart," he whispered, cradling her smooth, sweaty bottom in his gentle old hands.

"What b-begins?"

He kissed her throat as she quivered, tensing for her ride down the slippery slope. "Happily ever after," he murmured.

She shuddered and slid over. "Oh, y-yessss... Yes, love... Yes... Oh, fuck me, Geoffie, I'm c-cumming..."

"Unngh... Me too...."

She squeezed him with her most intimate muscles as they peaked together, both of them lost in his spurts and her spasms, clinging to each other in the searing fog.

"Ungh... Love you..."

"Mmph... My life..."

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In bed, that night:

Amy lay naked on her husband's chest, nuzzling him and stroking him. His skin felt delicate and loose, but the muscles beneath it were hard and strong.

Their Canon began, and Geoff echoed its slow foundation of bass notes with a deep humming - and his young wife sighed and relaxed on him as he held her.

He stopped humming long enough to whisper, "Welcome home, Punkin."

She smiled and kissed his chest, and he stroked her like a kitten, from shoulder to thigh. "Mmm... I hear my Big Heart beating," she breathed.

It beats for you, Little Heart, he thought as he hummed.

And for the first time, it occurred to him; he would be with her forever.