Full Moon Over Valentine's Rocks

"What took you so long?" Meranda asked as she lay there atop the bed of sea kelp. "I thought you'd changed your mind... you know... chickened out of the deal."

Jake was lost for words.

How had she done it? How had she made it out here so fast? He was about to ask the same, but another question broke his train of thought.

"You do remember... don't you Jakey?" Meranda asked, beckoning Jake to join her.

"Remember what?" Jake replied, a look of confusion on his face as he carefully knelt.

With the covering of vegetation, it was softer than he expected, and nowhere near as slimy as he imagined it would be, nor was there the stink which came with the beds of seaweed that washed up after the winter storms. Slowly, Jake reclined, all the way until he lay there, staring up at the starry sky, alongside his blonde lover.

"Oh, I think you do," Meranda replied, rolling over onto her side, and sliding across until she was alongside Jake. She wrapped an arm across Jake's chest and pulled herself closer still.

"You get here first, I'm all yours. I get here first, your all mine... so, I guess... well, you must agree... I got here first... so, what do you say, Jake... are you all mine... to do with as I please?" Meranda continued.

Meranda didn't wait for an answer. As Jake turned his head towards her, Meranda placed her lips against his, and they kissed. Just as earlier on the beach, the effect was instant. That electricity was back. Jake could feel that tingle, first in his lips, then down through his body. His pulse was racing. His heart was beating faster than ever. He was... was... Jake didn't know how she did it, but once more he was infatuated with this young blonde, his mind consumed by pure carnal desire.

If he had felt cold having emerged from the waves, it was a short-lived sensation. He should have been frozen, lying there naked, on a chilly Valentine's Night, his skin still wet from that dip in the sea, but he wasn't. He was warm. He was more than warm. From the inside out, it was like somebody had lit a flame, and now the fire was smouldering away. As that fire smouldered away, Jake suddenly wondered. It was like a question nagging away at him. He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help but ask.

"And what would you be thinking of doing with me?" Jake asked, breaking away from that kiss, his eyes locked on Meranda's as he spoke.

"Oh Jake... you disappoint me... I thought you knew," Meranda replied, a teasing tone in her voice. "Well... where to start... oh, I remember..."

Jake gasped.

The touch had taken him by surprise. He had been so engrossed in what his lover was saying that he hadn't noticed the way Meranda had brought her hand down. It was as she wrapped her fingers around what was already a rapidly growing erection and gave a gentle stroke, that Jake responded.

"Mmmm... yeah... that's a great place to start," Jake whispered.

Meranda pulled herself back close. She gave Jake another kiss, then leaned up against his ear.

"What am I going to do to you?" Meranda whispered. "I'll tell you... every sordid little detail. And... while I tell you, I'm just going to keep doing this. You don't mind, do you, Jake? You don't mind if I run my hand up and down this mighty cock of yours."

Jake didn't mind at all. Her touch felt so good. If anything, it felt too good. The more she worked him, the more he grew. The more he grew, the more he wanted her. That touch alone was like a drug, and he soon found himself succumbing to the heady mix of desires which filled his mind. He could do nothing about it. Her voice was intoxicating, and before long Jake was hanging on to every word, consumed by what was being said as much as what was playing out in front of him.

"It starts with getting you nice and hard," Meranda added, upping her speed a little as she worked his cock with her hand, drawing another soft moan from Jake.

"And then... then... oh yeah... that's when it all gets interesting," Meranda continued, giving his balls a quick squeeze to make sure she had his attention.

"Then I'm going to climb on top... sink my tight little pussy down on this mighty flagpole... and slowly... oh so slowly... I'm going to rise and fall like the waves against this very rock... up and down... up and down... faster and faster... deeper and deeper..." Meranda continued. "You'd like that wouldn't you, Jake?"

"Mmmm," Jake moaned.

He had his eyes closed. Whether he would have admitted the same or not, Jake was truly under the control of his blonde goddess of a lover. No woman had ever made him feel this way, but all he could do was listen. The words seemed to be coming from inside, bouncing around in his head as if it was his own voice calling out to him rather than hers... soft, clear, suggestive words... never becoming explicit, yet filling his mind with a clarity of desire he could only have dreamed of.

As Meranda spoke, it was like the image played out in the back of Jake's subconscious, and as the image played out, that ache returned down below. Meranda needn't have worried about making him hard. She had done this already. He felt so big. He felt so swollen. He felt so desperate... to be taken... to be relieved... to have her do whatever she wanted to him.

"But... that wouldn't be fair, would it, Jake?" Meranda asked.

Jake didn't reply. It sounded fair enough to him, and in this very moment he couldn't wait to have her sinking down on his cock and riding him. If she didn't do it soon, he would be reaching his own climax before they'd even gotten going.

"No... no... that wouldn't be fair at all," Meranda continued. "I tell you what, Jake... I'll ride you first... and then... then... you can fuck me... and fuck me hard... never stopping 'til I cum... never stopping 'til my screams fill the night air... and then... then..."

"Then... what?" Jake asked, opening his eyes to look at his lover, all the time wondering why she had stopped mid-sentence.

"You'll see," Meranda replied. "Now, where was I?"

"Oh, I remember," Meranda added, pulling away from Jake and sliding down across the sea kelp.

As Jake watched on, and much to his surprise, Meranda switched to a kneeling position, then straddled his legs, her cute ass resting about mid-shin.

"Something about making you nice and hard," Meranda continued.

His eyes locked on hers as Meranda looked back towards her soon to be lover, and Jake was transfixed once more. All he could do was stare, his gaze locked onto Meranda's face. He watched as his lover started to smile. At first it was just a cheeky mischievous grin, but that didn't last long. The grin changed into a seductive pout, before morphing into more of a rounded opening, a most suggestive rounded opening.

'Oh god,' Jake thought to himself as it suddenly dawned on him just what was about to come.

Meranda wasn't about to disappoint.

It wasn't only Jake who was excited. Meranda herself was equally consumed with desire, and all she could think about was impaling herself on this mighty steed and riding away into the night... okay, so it wasn't exactly into the night that she was going to take him, but the metaphor meant the same. That said, she promised herself; such nights were not all about her, and it was only fair she made it a memorable one, for both of them.

"Close your eyes," Meranda whispered, continuing to smile back at her lover.

As if on command, Jake closed his eyes.

Meranda moved her gaze lower, running her eyes over his manly physique, all the way down, fixing her gaze on his manhood. To say he was large was an understatement. He was fucking enormous. Jake called himself the legend of Craggnaggan, and with one this big, maybe he had a case. The question though was... did he know what to do with it, and did he have the staying power to satisfy a goddess like Meranda? Staying power? Well, that was in her gift to control. Some things were worth savouring, and the night was still young.

Meranda smiled again.

She knew exactly what she was going to do with it, and him. She took hold of his shaft and started to stroke him one more, all the time smiling as she admired first length, then girth, and finally firmness. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Her movements were long and slow, working his cock in as sensual a way as she could. Each stroke was longer than the last. Each stroke pulled at his foreskin, easing it back, revealing the swollen head within.

For a moment, Meranda simply stared, her eyes fixed on the engorged purplish helmet she had just uncovered. It was only a moment. Without warning, not that Jake would have seen her anyway with his eyes shut, Meranda leaned forward and flicked out her tongue.

Jake jumped.

It was all the encouragement she needed. Meranda flicked her tongue out again, the tip grazing his sensitive head, drawing a gasp from Jake. Again and again, she repeated the same, sometimes lapping at his helmet, other times working his peehole, all the time drawing a reaction, usually a gasp or a jerk, from Jake. It was fun, but she wanted more. She wanted him hard and wet, and deep inside.

"Do you like the way I tease you?" Meranda called out. "Is it enough... or would you like more?"

Jake opened his eyes in time to see Meranda lean towards him. She was holding his cock, pointing the tip directly towards her waiting mouth. He waited for the flick of the tongue, for the tickle as she caressed his tender head. It didn't come. This time, Meranda didn't stop. She kept going... inching closer and closer to his manhood.

A kiss came first, a gentle smacker on the tip of his cock, and then she did it. With a glance towards Jake, Meranda smiled at him. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, and took him inside.

This time it was a moan which left Jake's lips. Oh god, if her hand had felt good, this was something else. The electricity, just like in her kiss was back, and now it was shooting right up his cock. He'd had blowjobs a plenty, but none quite like this one. As Meranda started to bob up and down on him, Jake felt like he had passed and gone to heaven.

He couldn't see much anymore. Meranda's blonde locks had fallen forward and blocked the view, but what he couldn't see, Jake could surely feel. She would bob down, taking him into the warmth of her mouth. She would pull back off, sucking as she went. A momentary pause would be filled by a flick of her tongue, and then she would go again, repeating the same, increasing her pace, taking him just a little deeper as she went.

And then... then... Jake couldn't help but call out with delight.

Down she went, all the way. He felt the tip of his cock nestle into the soft palate at the back of Meranda's mouth and expected her to pull back off. She didn't. With a swallow and a push, Meranda took him deeper still. Oh god... it was so tight... it felt so good. She swallowed against him once more and Jake moaned.

Still, she pushed.

Still, she forced him deeper inside.

And then... nothing.

Jake could feel her lips nudging up against his body, as she held him there, his cock deep inside. How long? It seemed like an eternity. It seemed like she had stopped breathing as a combination of mouth and throat encapsulated his cock. Five seconds... ten... maybe fifteen... and then she came up for air. There was no gasp. All that showed for her efforts, was a dribble of saliva.

Efforts? Oh no, this wasn't the end of her efforts. Having grabbed a quick lungful of air, Meranda sank back down once more, again taking him all the way, again swallowing hard against his head as he pushed back beyond her throat. Over and over, she did the same, only stopping when Jake called out to her.

"Meranda... you're going to make me cum," Jake whispered, thinking it was only fair to warn his lover of his impending climax, yet all the time hoping she wouldn't stop working him so wondrously.

Much to Jake's disappointment, Meranda pulled off.

"Not yet," she whispered back.

"Not here... not in my mouth," she added.

As Jake watched, Meranda shuffled forward on her knees, moving up and over his thighs, all the time getting closer to his waiting cock. Was this it? Was she going to be true to her word and ride him? Another thought filled his mind. If she did, how long would he last? He'd built his reputation on making them cum first, and cum hard, but now Jake was at a huge disadvantage. He had felt the fires building and knew it would only be a matter of time before he exploded.

What was she doing?

'Oh god... no,' Jake thought to himself, trying to move his thoughts away from the teasing down below.

That thought filled Meranda's mind also. She knew he was close—he had told her several times before about the precarious nature of his predicament—and she wasn't about to waste such a huge opportunity by having him spill his load so quickly. Meranda paused. She was a matter of inches away from his mighty shaft.

With her legs splayed over the widest part of his thighs, she knew he was getting a perfect view of her sex, but that was all he was going to get for now. He could look, but he wasn't going to get to touch, at least not until he'd pulled back from the edge a little. Oh, and there was something rather pleasing about showing just who was in control, especially if it made for an altogether more satisfying outcome. He would get his chance, but not until he had calmed down a little.

As she knelt there, Meranda couldn't help but tease a little.

"Mmmm, Jakey," Meranda whispered, taking purchase on his cock, but making sure to hold it still. "You really have a big one, don't you?"

"If you say so," Jake replied.

"Oh yes... I say so... it's so thick... it's so long... it's so... what's the word, Jake... legendary?" Meranda added. "I reckon they were right... you are the legend, aren't you?"

Jake smiled back. They didn't normally pay him such compliments, at least not until after the event. Beforehand, it was usually a mix of nerves and fear which had them cowering back in shock the minute they saw just what they were getting themselves into.

Meranda though. Well, this young blonde was full of surprises. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was getting as big a thrill out of being in charge as most did from getting fucked. And that was the other thing. Jake had to admit it, even if it was against his better judgement. He was truly enjoying being the centre of somebody else's attention. It was something he could sort of get used to.

"You got it," Jake retorted.

"Jake Bulmer, the legend of Craggnaggan, at your service ma'am," Jake added, his voice taking on a rather sarcastic tone.

"Is that so?" Meranda replied, taking hold of his balls, and giving them a firmer than needed squeeze.

"Owww," Jake called out, more in surprise than in pain. "What was that for?"

"Oh... nothing... just... well, I'll be the judge of that... size alone don't make you a legend, you know," Meranda retorted.

"Wanna bet?" Jake replied, a cockiness in his repose.

Another pained groan followed as Meranda repeated the torment of his balls. It was intentional. He needed to know who was in charge, and the sudden distraction from a little squeeze was taking his mind away from the thought of coming. Very quickly, Jake had climbed down from the edge, and was ready to go again. What's more, he was going to make sure she realised he was ready.

"Go on then... sink that tight little pussy of yours down on this one... I bet you've never had one so big, have you?" Jake continued.

It was true, not that she was going to let on. She'd had her fair share, but the others had been nothing more than what was around on the night... some fat, some thin, some downright miniscule, but needs must. When you only have one night every couple of decades, then you took whatever was on offer. When you had one night every couple of decades, and when what was on offer was a monster like this, then you licked your lips and made sure to savour every minute.

Meranda licked her lips. It was time to see if Jake really was as good as he portrayed himself to be. Was he all talk, or could he walk the walk... or thrust the thrust as she preferred to imagine.

"Don't you worry, that's just what I'm going to do," Meranda quipped, shuffling forward on her knees, "but first... mmmm, Jake..."

Meranda had stopped. No longer was she shuffling forward. She just knelt there, right over his waiting cock, and it was the feeling of such a large member pressing up against her pussy lips which took her conversation in a different direction.

"Mmmm," Meranda moaned again, as she rocked her hips ever so slightly.

"So big... so hard... so mine..." Meranda continued, feeling him press against her waiting sex with every movement.

Whatever she had imagined he would feel like, was an understatement. He was bigger. He was longer. He was harder. He was...

He was... rubbing against her bare lips, or more to the point, she was grinding her sex against his cock, and it felt damned good. It was a tiny movement, a shuffle from side to side followed by another along his length, enough to get her juices flowing, without pushing him too close to the edge. She wasn't intent on having him cum yet. That was for later, but if later was to come, then she would need a little more lubrication than normal to be taking this one, and that's just what she was getting... damp... oh, so damp.

It was all calculated... to keep him excited while she played a game of catch up, and boy was it having an effect. She would grind a little, a smile on her face as she felt him rub against her slit, teasing her now puffy lips apart. She would sit a little, letting his excitement drop off once more. She would go again, and as she did, a combination of hardness, excitement, and her slick juices had the desired effect.

If Meranda was damp to start with, before long she was wet, and with wetness came arousal, and with arousal came desire... desire to be filled... desire to fuck... desire to... to... breed. That was why she was here, after all, and from the size of that cock beneath her pussy, she really had chosen well this time.

There was only one question... would he feel just as good inside?

There was only one way to find out.

Meranda leaned forward, all the way until her lips met Jake's. They kissed. This time it was nothing more than a fleeting caress. No sooner that their lips had met, they parted once more.

"Now, Jake... now for a bit of magic," Miranda whispered.

"Magic?" Jake replied, not sure what she meant by that suggestion.

"Oh yeah... magic," Miranda continued, smiling as she knelt up once more. "Just you watch as I make that cock disappear."

It was Jake's turn to smile. Magic? Really? If she could even take half of his mighty rod, then for sure that would be magic alright, but the thought of making him disappear... many had tried, and many had failed. Still though, Jake wasn't going to stop her trying. This he was going to enjoy. He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on his lover, or more so on where she was sitting, waiting for Meranda to make a move.

Did she know she had an audience? She would have been disappointed if she didn't, but a quick glance towards Jake confirmed that she had his attention. Had his attention, and very soon was going to have him too.

Meranda smiled. It was time.

She shuffled back, grinding her hips as she positioned herself over his waiting cock. A gasp left her mouth as she felt her lips part and, for the first time, it was her tender inner folds which caressed his mighty sword.

It wasn't what she intended to do, but the temptation was too much. Meranda started to grind once more, running her sex up and down against his shaft, gasping every time his head caught her clit. Keep going, and she would be coming before she had even started, but that was never the plan. She'd promised him magic, and it was going to start with a disappearing trick. In the end, Meranda had to tell herself to stop... to move on.