The Secluded Pool

Her right hand, under the water, grasped his cock firmly. Her fingers wrapped around it, its size causing her breath to quicken, forcing a moan of need and satisfaction to escape her. His skin was cool to the touch, but the thought was dismissed. Her pussy moistened in anticipation of accepting his hardness deep inside her. Urged by need, their passionate kiss, and the feel of the water stroking her breasts, she gripped his cock and started to stroke its length.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled away with a moan of satisfaction. He looked into her eyes, no longer seeing fear or surprise, but only desire. Yes, this young creature was more than willing to accept his seed. Pressing their lips together again, he plunged his tongue into her , making love to her mouth. Her hand, in turn, increased it movements around his manhood, stroking, rubbing, caressing, driving him to the highest point he'd been at yet today.

He wrapped his left hand completely around her back, refusing to relinquish her from the kiss. The desire to feel her supple flesh yield to his fingers was too strong for him to ignore. Moving his right hand away from her waist, he lifted it up to caress the swell of her breasts, exploring each in turn, with their firm softness and their turgid, pale nipples. Beginning on a journey downward, his hand rubbed across the plane of her stomach, briefly tickling her belly button. Moving his hand around the arm that was stroking his cock, he resumed his journey, stroking through the downy pubic hair that crested her womanhood, finally dipping between her parted folds.

As his hands plunged into her tight warmth, she arched away from the kiss, crying out in completion. Taking the opportunity of her bared neck, he moved his lips down across her skin, nipping, tasting, licking, and kissing. Her scent enveloped him. Finding a spot on her neck that seemed to please her more than any other, he covered it with his mouth, his tongue laving it with saliva, his teeth nipping and tugging at the skin. The need to give pleasure soon turned into the need to taste her flesh, causing him to feast on this tiny, sensitive spot with abandon.

As his lips tugged at her neck, leaving his mark on her flesh, he continued to plunge his fingers into her womanhood. Her tightness only allowed him to have a couple of fingers in her at a time, but it was enough to fuel her desire, her need for another release. Timing the strokes of his fingers to match the strokes of her hand on his cock, he soon felt her pussy start to clench violently around his fingers, her wetness once again seeping from her folds.

Sensing that her passion was once again reaching a peak, he resumed caressing her body with currents. Instead of the gentle pleasure that he had used before, though, he wanted her to cum quickly, fiercely, forcing her mind to go mad with lust, breaking any last barriers of resistance that she might raise. The water seemed to coalesce into dozens of tiny fingers that stroked her heated skin. Her breasts were stroked, the nipples pinched and tugged. Her ass was caressed, a current running between the cheeks to rub against her hidden jewel. Her thighs and legs were massaged, with tiny currents running between her toes, surprising her with the erotic feelings that shot to her pussy. Her back was cascaded with firm strokes, not only from the currents, but also from his left hand, which had dipped down under the water to hold her close.

The sensations, the electric touches, bombarded her from all sides, and all reservations crumbled in a white flash of release. Her orgasm came quickly, suddenly, and she cried out in wild, delirious abandon. Her back arched viciously, almost causing him to lose his grip on her. The inner folds of her pussy clenched around his strong, protruding fingers, grasping them tightly, refusing to let go.

Stronger than her last orgasm, he wanted this one to last as well, so he maintained the currents that ran over her body. He pulled his lips away from her neck, briefly noticing the dark hickey that he had left before looking at her face. Her pure, innocent features were contorted with release, her mouth open wide to let out her screams and gasps of pleasure. Her right hand gripped his cock strongly, the cool hardness providing an anchor in the tormented waters of her explosion.

Seeing this vision of innocent beauty, this small nymph, come this hard twice would have brought any man to the brink of his own release, he mused. As her wet, naked body thrashed against him, he was glad that he was not an ordinary man. Throughout his overtures, his breath had remained steady. His hardness had never lapsed during her exploration of his cock. While he was eager to accomplish his goal, he was willing to wait until the time was right. Fortunately, he thought, the time was fast approaching.

As her orgasm waned, she leaned down into his body, her head resting on one of his broad, sturdy shoulders. He let the currents die back down for the moment, his left hand stroking her back, feeling her relax into his touch. He pulled the probing fingers of his right hand out of her body and brought them up to her mouth. Her mind hazy with lust, she opened her mouth readily, tasting her body's slick fluids on his fingers. Looking up into his eyes as she cleaned him, she let out soft moans and gently flicked her tongue over his skin, copying his earlier teasing. Here's the playful side of my little nymph, he thought.

Her right hand, having never left his cock, slowly resumed stroking his hardness. She lifted her head off of his shoulder to look into the deep blue pools of his eyes. He saw the same unquenchable lust in her that he knew she could see in him. Her two shattering orgasms had drained her, it was true. She wasn't drained fully, though, and he knew she was ready for more.

Starting from her sweat-slicked shoulders, his hands grazed down her skin, over her arms and breasts, gliding over her stomach to grasp her waist. Knowing what was coming, eager for what was coming, she grasped his shoulder with her left hand to balance herself. He lifted her petite form effortlessly and brought her over his hips to straddle his waist. He slowly, torturously, hovered her over his cock, which she held steady for her aching pussy.

She gripped his shoulder suddenly, an element of fear entering her eyes.

"Wait!" she exclaimed, trying to lift herself from his strong grip.

He stopped, holding her still. He could feel the tip of his cock lightly brushing her womanly folds.

"What about protection?" she asked. "I don't want to get pregnant!"

Frowning, his eyes suddenly acquiring a determined look, he willed the water to begin caressing her again, strongly, passionately. She gasped as her body reacted, her need drowning out her protests.

He slowly lowered her tight, wet sheath down on himself, the head parting her folds easily. She yelped at his coldness as it penetrated her. Swiftly bending his head down, he took a stiff nipple into his cool mouth and suckled at it strongly. Her back arched, and with both hands now grasping his shoulders, she willingly forced herself down onto his cock. Her nipple lightly gripped in his teeth, he couldn't help grinning. With all resistances and protests gone, this young woman would accept his seed and bear his child.

The shallow thrust of his cock into her heat wasn't enough for either of them. Lifting her hips again, he forced her back down further onto him, bringing a cry from her. Still, his size made it difficult to penetrate her completely, even with her passage so wet from her earlier orgasms. Realizing patience was needed with this beautiful creature, he lifted her and brought her back down onto his hardened manhood, over and over again, slowly, wringing a cry from her each time he plunged deeper into her.

Eventually, her pussy was ready for him, stretched open for his thrusts, and his cock was soon buried deep inside her passage. She grasped his shoulders tightly, adjusting herself to his thickness inside her. He continued to let the currents caress her body, and felt her body lubricating her folds for his eventual assault. For now, though, he was content to hold her.

Breathing heavily, she bent her head down to his neck, found a spot, and held her open mouth to him, sucking, nibbling his skin. Yes, he enjoyed this creature, who was so willing to use his own tactics of seduction and eroticism against him. He arched his neck, giving her eager mouth access to his flesh, moaning in pleasure as she left her own mark on him.

He couldn't help the gentle thrusts into her willing body. The feel of her warmth resting against him and her mouth toying with his skin combined to fuel his desire to breed with this female. As his thrusts continued, she moaned against him, accepting his chill shaft inside her. Not hearing any resistance from her, he gripped her hips, and started lifting her up and down onto his cock. She tried to keep her mouth on his neck, tasting his sweat as it ran down her throat, but the force of his thrusts soon had her moaning and crying out in abandon.

Pulling her mouth away from him, she gripped his shoulders tightly and let her head fall backward, arching her breasts into his eager mouth. With the two delectable beads of flesh ripe for the picking, he lowered his mouth and feasted on them eagerly, his tongue stroking and tasting their flesh, his teeth nipping the buds, sending electric shocks throughout her body. He let go of her waist and wrapped his hands around her back, holding her as she rode his cock roughly, her body again straining for release.

The water swished and swirled around their writhing bodies. He let it flow around them and between them. He increased the pressure of the currents that touched her body, again assaulting her senses. She began to thrust against him harder, gasping. Pulling away from her breasts for just a moment, he was pleased to see her face was again a mask of determination, straining for release, using his hardness just as he was using her body. Knowing that he was fulfilling his promise to give her pleasure unmatched, he returned his attention to her hard nipples.

He moved his right hand down her back to rest just above the firm globes of her ass. Continuing the liquid assault against her body and the oral assault against her breasts, he moved the hand between her cheeks, searching. He ran the side of his hand up and down her crack, feeling her flesh surround his hand. Finding the small, hidden button, he spread her open and forced a current of water to run against her back passage. She cried out at the sensation and tightened her body, but he continued to run the water over her, stroking her.

She relaxed into the touch, and he took the chance to gently probe a finger into her. Her ass clenched the finger tightly, but she didn't pull away. Pulling the finger out, he pushed it back in again, deeper. She moaned at the sensation. He continued the forward and back, in and out, see-sawing motion of his finger at her ass, wanting her to cum one more time. When she rose up off of his cock, he pushed his finger in. When she lowered herself back down, he pulled the finger out. Her cries of pleasure and the eager thrusts of her body told him that the tactic was working.

With her ass clenching against his finger and her pussy grasping his cock, he knew that she was once again approaching orgasm. The sweat poured off of her body, drenching them both as their bodies writhed against each other, only to be washed away by the splashing water. Their mutual cries of pleasure and need filled this cradle of nature. Lips pressing together in abandon, tongues dueling harshly, roughly, he knew the time was upon them.

Pulling his finger out of her ass, he grasped her waist roughly with both hands. On her next upstroke, he continued lifting, pulling her off of his cock completely. She cried out at his sudden disappearance, her pussy grasping vainly for the hard shaft that had so completely filled it.

Standing up, he turned her around to kneel on the rock bench. The rough surface scratched her knees and legs, but she appeared to accept the pain readily. Resting her hands on the shore and gripping the bundled blanket, she spread her legs and looked back over her shoulder at the man that filled her so fully. He could barely control his lust now, his desire to spill his seed into this young woman starting to dominate all thought. He looked at her, seeing her own lust was barely controlled.

"Fuck me," she said simply.

Grasping her hips firmly, he obeyed this mortal woman's request. In one smooth, hard, powerful thrust, he plunged his cock as deep into her womanhood as far as he could. Her loud cry echoed in the air, scattering the birds in fear. Needing to feel her walls pulse around him before he came, he exuded all his power in an effort to push her over the edge.

Sprays of water erupted from the surface of the pool, wrapping around her exposed back, showering her skin. The sprays became stronger, showering both of their bodies. Her hair soon became plastered against her skin, but he didn't care, and she didn't bother to move it. He directed another stream to rise up and curl around her ass, dipping into the crevice, massaging the hole there. More currents under the water roughly ran across her sensitive nipples, rubbing, caressing, and pulling at her flesh. Another current ran over her clit, massaging the straining nub, shattering her mind. What was happening, he was sure she didn't know. She didn't complain, though.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, harder, harder," she babbled incoherently. Her head was arched up, her mind absorbed in the feel of his shaft pounding into her, his hands gripping her tightly, holding her body steady and pulling him into her.

Her thrusts back against his cock sped up, and he knew she was close. Wanting to play every advantage he could, he pulled more water into himself, sending it to his hardened manhood. He felt it thickening, lengthening, and stretching her tight pussy even further.

"Oh..God! What are you...oh, YES!!" she cried out, feeling his cock grow inside her.

His cock lengthened, reaching deeper into her clenching pussy. When he felt the tip of his cock gently caress her cervix, he pounded into her as hard as he could, reaching for her orgasm, wanting to rip it out of her petite, eager body. Bending forward, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her up against his chest. His head bent down to her shoulder and he attached his mouth once again to the ripe skin of her neck, marking her. His hands wrapped around her, grabbing her breasts roughly, massaging the yielding globes. He directed all the streams and currents to mesh together, and as one, they attacked her clit with a vengeance.

"Oh...GOD!! YES!! YES!!" she cried out.

He felt her body stiffen. Her hands, which had wrapped themselves around his head, holding him to her neck, gripped him harshly, her nails digging into his skin. Her hips stopped moving, thrusting down as far down on his cock as they possibly could. Her eyes closed, she yelled out her passion and her orgasm overtook her.

Her pussy held onto his shaft in a vise-like grip. He tried to continue his thrusts into her, but her tightness collapsed around him, gripping him, preventing him from moving. As her walls contracted strongly around his cock, bathing him in her orgasmic fluids, he finally released his own cum into the body of this fertile female.

He cried out in triumph and release as his seed exploded into her, bathing her womb. He continued to pour into her even after her body suddenly went limp in his arms. When her pussy suddenly released its death grip on his cock, he took the chance to resume pounding into her, roughly, deeply, his cum still racing into her. He could feel their combined fluids running out of her body to be dissolved in the water, but still he continued to thrust into her, determined to fill her fertile body with his seed.

Feeling her limp body in his arms, his cock slowly softening, his body drained, he slowly set the young woman back down on the rock bench, willing the water to return to its calm state. He looked at her smooth, pristine face, flushed with passion, eyes closed with exhaustion. Yes, here was a real beauty, a true nymph of fantasy. He ran his hand down her cheek and softly kissed her lips. He dipped his hand under the water and gently pushed a finger deep into her pussy, feeling their combined fluids. Satisfied that he had done what he wanted to do, he moved away from her.

Letting his body dissolve back into the water, he let his consciousness sink back into oblivion. The girl would wake up and remember what had happened, he knew. In nine months their child would be born. He might see them both again, maybe; who knew? In the meantime, he would rest, and await another day like today.

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EPILOGUE

Clair gently ran the sponge over her son's body. Her mother would be home before too much longer to look after him, and she had to get his bath done before she left for work. Tomorrow would be his one-month birthday, which was something she was looking forward to. She looked down at her son's face, lingering yet again on his deep blue eyes, so much like his father's.

She had gone to the pond several times during her pregnancy, searching for answers about the identity of that man. While she always got the feeling she was being watched, she never did see him. She had even gone so far as to sit naked in the pond and bring herself to orgasm, hoping that the sight of her body would tempt her one-time lover to reveal himself. It hadn't, but it had still been a powerful orgasm, with the water caressing her skin just like that day. She smiled to herself at the memory and set it aside. Still determined to find out the identity of her son's father, she promised herself that she'd go back to that pond again soon, and bring their son with her.

Her son's smile brought her out of her thoughts. She smiled back at him, making cooing noises. She was relieved that he liked his baths so much. At a month old, he had taken to water like a bird takes to the sky.