Adventure in a Glorious Hole
By Gerald Dawson
Published By Gerald Dawson at Smashwords
Copyright Gerald Dawson 2012
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Acknowledgments:
This tale of adventure is a work of fiction, but one both men and women can enjoy. It was prompted by the memory of a similar adventure while on an expedition to take photos of nature and things of more intimate nature. I cannot express strongly enough that it is intended for adult audiences only. The characters portrayed are over the age of consent whose names have been chosen to protect the true identities. The scenes of sensual and sexual pleasures are detailed and descriptive of acts of intimacy.
The story begins
I do photography as a “part time” profession. A couple of weeks ago I had decided to have an adventure, an expedition if you will. I decided that with the temperature starting to drop that the foliage around the local lake would be in all of the glorious shades of fall. Vivid fall colors are always spectacular here in the Midwest, shades of red, amber and browns make it a great time for nature shots. Since I was feeling the call of adventure, I also decided it was time for a few new self-portraits and knew just the place.
I loaded up the SUV and drove to the lake, turned down the dirt road that was in truth not much more than a path. But my truck had maneuvered it before and soon I had come to the end of the line and parked at the edge of the turnaround nestled deep in the woods where normally only fishermen go.
Plucking my digital camera and tripod from the back seat I swung the door closed without bothering to lock it with the lack of any other people around and made my way to the trail that would lead me to my destination, well one I had in mind anyway.
Along the trail I shot several nicely framed photos of the shoreline and lake view, though the foliage lacked the colors I had hoped for. It wasn’t bad, just not quite as vibrant as I’d like for the sale of said pictures to the public. I continued down the trail to what I hoped would be a more productive shoot and soon arrived at my destination for the self-portraits.
Passers by would call it a niche, those more familiar a cave, yet I knew it to be the perfect locale for single source lighting shots of, shall I say, questionable portraiture. My plan was to remove my clothing and set up the camera on the tripod to reveal my all for the web sites that lend themselves to such photos of men in the buff. I knew that my mid-fifties age might preclude great popularity with the younger ladies, but with my endowment even they might take a second glance if I could manage to become aroused enough to reveal my fair sized manhood.
The cave was entered by a sloping descent into the first of several chambers, the only one having any available light and thus the perfect place for absolute privacy and the single source lighting I hoped would give the artistic effect I sought. The cave was cool, seemingly a constant when thirty feet beneath the surface as I set up the tripod and mounted the camera to it for my questionably worthy shoot. With little thought of anyone knowing my plan or the act of public nudity I stripped off my jacket, shirt, shoes socks and pants in the quiet of the cave and set them aside away from the backdrop of solid stone I would pose before.
Deciding to begin at the beginning I turned the camera’s lens towards the opening above, a silhouette of male nudity should be a reasonably noteworthy picture. I set the camera’s delay and made my way to the opening, at the surface and yet not really visible from the lake if someone should happen to glance in my direction. The first pose was a profile revealing my flaccid member as it hung half way to my knees; I must say that few white men can boast of such prowess of endowment. Returning to the camera at the base of the slope I reviewed the lighting and pose of the two shots the camera had snapped. I reset the camera and again made my way up the slope and posed for a full frontal view of me from head to toe, legs parted with my growing erection in full view with the opening of the cave and cloudy sky as the backdrop for the first of the more profoundly aroused shots that would come to pass if all went well. As is normal with silhouettes the details of my form were muted by the extreme backlighting, just what I had sought since my face was not the focus of the pictures anyway.
I moved about ten feet from the base of the slope and set up the camera for some others, some standing by the limestone walls, some seated on the smooth stone of the floor, all revealing my entirety free of the burden of clothes, free to express myself fully. As I continued to pose and shoot pictures my mind wandered to a shoot where the woman I was shooting had seduced me; my aroused excitement became evident in the photos I was engrossed in shooting in the solitude of the cave as my member grew harder and thicker in each successive shot. As I reviewed the photos I smiled as my ten inch cock was obviously ready for any who would choose to gaze upon the photos after I submitted them to one or more web sites.
A shadow seemed to cross the only light source of the cave and as I looked up the slope saw the silhouetted form of a woman standing staring directly at me, for reasons I could only assume obvious with my nudity. I couldn’t see what she looked like, but her graceful descent into the cave revealed her stunning frame, her lengthy hair sweeping over her shoulders and the enticing gap at the juncture of her womanhood. I picked up my nearby jacket and held it up in front of my now raging embarrassment of a hard on. It’s one thing to pose for naughty pictures in the anonymous nature of the internet, but I am, after all a married man and this situation was becoming too close for comfort to continue. I quickly decided that if challenged over my inappropriate actions I’d simply say, “Art is art and I thought I’d have the cave in complete solitude.”
Luckily as she entered the cavern I could see that she was someone I didn’t know, of that I could be thankful. Her expression was one of being curiously happy, her smile spoke of her enjoyment of catching me in the awkward set of circumstances. I asked, “What are you doing out here in the woods?” and smiled as her eyes grazed over my face, torso and the jacket that covered my throbbing erection. My nerves hadn’t caused it to go soft, but rather harden even more prominently.
Her smile warmed as she replied, “Out on a nature walk, and seeing much more than I bargained for. I guess you never know what you’ll see when you take a walk in the solitude of the woods.” A naughty sexy laugh followed her comment as my eyes feasted over the lush curves of what amounted to a world class hottie. “What’s your name?” she asked with a deep throaty voice that sent yet another surge of blood to fill my eagerly bounding cock.
I thought about a lie, but somehow before I could form one I instinctively blurted out, “Gerald,” before I could do so. I was still standing there with only my jacket in front of my raging hard on and center, out of control at the sight of the hot thirtyish red head standing there checking me out. Her mahogany red locks only the icing on the cake as I gazed into the depths of her deep brown eyes and saw the lush petals of her mouth as her tongue swiped over the lower one seductively. Her slender waist was inviting, and yet I could barely look below the massively firm breasts held barely beneath the thin fabric of her blouse and lightweight nylon jacket that hung deliciously open surrounding the lusty orbs.
She just stood there eyeing me for a moment that seemed to stretch out into infinity before saying, “I’ve already seen how big that dick of yours is. You can drop the pretense of modesty; and the jacket Gerald. I’d like to get a closer look at the goodies you’re trying to hide from me,” and giggled as she stepped a foot closer, now within arm’s reach.
It was my turn to smile now that my brain was working after the shock of discovery. I replied, “Only if you’ll let me see the goodies your clothing is hiding as well.” She didn’t reply but instead stepping up directly before me and pushed my hands down, I didn’t refuse her desire to see what was behind it but said, “No fair, I haven’t gotten to see what you look like as yet.”
She stood there, her eyes glued to the massive prong seeing her curves had evolved into. She leaned down and set her purse onto the floor of the cave and set her cell phone atop of it and the stood as she slipped the jacket from her shoulders and dropped it to the stone floor below. I watched as she leaned down and removed her keds, her lush fall of deep red hair brushing over the aroused crown of my raging cock. As she stood I could see that her blouse didn’t have buttons, somehow my eyes had missed that fact as I took in the image of her swollen breasts and hardened nipples beneath it. She lifted the hem and removed it over her head, her tits bouncing as the snug fit left them bared to my eager view. She wasn’t wearing a bra and from what I could see had no need of one, her breasts a full C cup size were so firm they didn’t sag a bit as she smiled in return to my lust filled stare.
She turned around and pushed the nylon warm up pants from her hips slowly, seductively showing me her well rounded ass only covered by the skimpiest thong I’d ever imagined. It was black from what I could tell of the string that surrounded her waist and the one that disappeared down into the crevasse of her cheeks. As she leaned over to fully remove the pants that had until then guarded her flesh I could see into the heavenly broad cleft of her juncture and dropped my jacket to the ground. Stepping up behind her my hands grasped her hips as she rose to stand before me. Her voice purred as my cock throbbed against her lower back and my hands rose to cup her magnificent breasts. Her head fell back against my chest as her breathing hitched into a mewing sound of pleasures to come.
My lips pressed to the exposed flesh of her neck, her mane of lush red hanging on the opposite side allowed me to. Her head turned and my lips moved to her throat and then jaw and finally to the lush folds of her lips. The connection of our mouths heated instantly, greedily our tongues danced into each other’s mouths, hungrily I gasped with an excitement I hadn’t known in far too long. Her coos of arousal gave me the will to be bolder than my norm; my left hand remained at her breast, twisting her swollen nipple to entice her as my right descended to her mound. The seemingly waxed smooth flesh of it causing my cock to bead pre-cum as I felt her heated petals at my fingertips and dipped my middle digit into the folds of womanhood I craved to know.
Her buttocks pulled away from my thighs as her hands slipped her thong over her hips and leaned over to remove it. My shaft slipped into the valley of her rounded cheeks and I had to groan with the heated moisture that I felt pressing against the veined throbbing beast that wanted nothing less than to be buried deep inside of this anonymous benefactor to a fantasy come true. She returned to stand, and yet her explorations had only just begun as her hand slipped between us and clasped my engorged cock at the base; her fingers barely touching as she closed her fist around it. She pulled at it as if it were a church bell cord being rung on Sunday morning. I gasped at the wonder of her forceful caress and my hips lunged involuntarily against her ass. Her hand paused momentarily and I had to take charge before she made me cum prematurely.
I tugged her grip from my bounding tool and slid down along her back, my lips trailing a line of spittle along her spine as I sought to make her my own. She gasped as I prompted her legs to part and mewed softly as my fingers found her sopping cunt for the second time. “Oh God Gerald,” she panted as two fingers sunk to the hilt into her willing well of sin. My tongue played over her sphincter as her body convulsed eagerly and gushed out her first climactic flow. I turned her to face me and lapped her pussy clean of her honey sweet nectar before sucking her engorged clit into my mouth and circling my tongue around it with greedy intent to taste her cum again. Her hands cupped the back of my head as she whimpered out yet another building climax. “Shit, oh yeah,” she exclaimed as her body shook and her cum flowed against my chin and throat, I dipped lower and drank my fill of her spicy sweetness as her body continued to ascend to the plateau of heavenly orgasm.
I sank my pointed tongue into her entry, the tip fluttering over het G spot willfully provided yet another gusher of cream for me to drink and lap from the bounty of her swollen folds. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably and I aided her to sit in front of me on the cool stone floor of the cave. It only took moments before she had regained her balance and control and smiled naughtily as her hand surrounded my cock and began the rhythm of pumping up and down along the swollen meat she craved. Her legs splayed around my knelt pose as she grinned with ever more lust. She bent at the waist and took my bulbous head into her yearning eager mouth and drawing on it with the severity of a powerful vacuum.
I leaned back to allow her the space she needed and was delighted to find her very talented at giving head. Her tongue was ablaze with passion, working around the head, tickling the edges and somehow seeming to curl around the remnants of my circumcised foreskin. Her lips dropped lower along my shaft to deposit some of the vast wealth of spittle she’d developed in her mouth along the first three inches of my bounding manhood. Her hand swiped that lube down over the balance of my raging cock as she jacked me off savagely with apparent want to make me cum for her. I would prefer to wait and fill her womb with my load and grunted as she drove me ever closer to the brink of release. My pre-cum escaped unavoidably as she sucked me like a pro and swiped it away with the tip of her oh so talented tongue. I growled at being drawn to such extremes and pulled her mouth and head away from my eager to be sated cock. I took her mouth with my own, tasting my pre-cum within her mouth just as she could taste the flavors of her pussy in and on my own. We melded into one mass of quivering flesh, sucking on each other’s tongues until we were both ready to fly from the precipice of joyous release.
Our lips parted and we looked into each other’s eyes in a moment of decision, “Top or bottom?” I groaned in desperation. Her answer didn’t come in the way of words, but deeds. She pushed me to my back and rose up to get on top. I felt the cool smooth stone beneath my back as she stood surveying her prey, a twisted smile painting her face as she straddled my hips and gave me a view of her perfect pleasure hole. Her petals swollen, her clit engorged to the point of looking more like a small penis jutting from the valley of her flower. I raised my hand to aid in her descent; she took it and bent at the knee to squat over the prize she sought to feel penetrate the needful depths of her sopping cunt. My free hand guided my shaft to the greedy entry that would take me to the haven of her sheath and beyond.
As her petals surrounded the tip of her prize I swept it forth and back through the valley of her flower, she quivered and felt her body convulse with just the barest of caress of my flesh against hers. Nectar flowed from her entry and I gathered it onto the head of my needy cock and then pressed it against her entry. The muscle quivered as her body accepted my girth, two inches is broad for a white man to weild, and yet my aroused cock had outgrown even that dimension. She panted as her body lowered to take me in, her outer ring stretched beyond anything she’d ever felt. An audible pop echoed from the walls of the cave as the edges of my massive head gained entrance to her lush sheath. She whimpered, “Oh God Gerald. It’s so big; so fucking good,” and pushed down over half of it as her body provided the nectar to slick the path of our joining.
Her voice became continuous blurbs of how good it felt as my body reveled in the tight gripping muscles of her cunt. I murmured inarticulate sounds of pleasure with each time her pussy took more and more again of my greedy cock. I wanted it all, wanted it further inside of her than any man had been before. My groans echoed from the walls creating a harmonious musical rendition of our passions.
Her voice rose to a loud oration of glee as she dropped onto the entirety of my cock, her cervical muscle spread wide to allow me entrance to her womb. She screamed and the sounds repeated themselves as they bounced from one stone wall to the next throughout the vast underground caverns beneath our small part of the cave. I could hardly believe she had taken my all so quickly, and found my hips arched to meet her advancing lunges on and off of my cock. Her panting voice desperate to reveal her reverie in what she had found by chance on a walk in the woods. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she chanted as her peaking climaxes became one extended orgasm that would somehow last forever. Her body flailed frantically up and down my shaft as I tried to maintain control of my desperation to cum.
My own words were not nearly so articulate as hers and gasp after gasp escaped my lungs with each thrust of her body onto mine. I could tell her legs were fatigued beyond our need and pushed her up and off of the prong she desperately wanted to feel erupt into the abyss of her womb. I turned her and prompted her to her knees dragging my jacket for them to rest upon to avoid the hard stone floor. She knew just what I wanted and dropped to her hands as I moved behind her. Her hips arched and I could see the open chalice of desire as it seemed to wink with tease for me to know she wanted more. I squatted behind her and pushed into the sheath of glorious womanhood. She quaked as she felt my own needs revealed, it wouldn’t take long with the savage thrusts that filled her pussy and inner chamber of womanhood so fully. I grunted with each pounding thrust as the slapping of my sack echoed from the walls of the cave.
Her pleading became louder as she felt my cock swell with need to ejaculate deep into her womb. “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me hard baby,” she pleaded in between pants for much needed air. “Oh yeah, give it all to me Gerald, I want to feel you cum deeper than anyone ever has,” and dropped her head as she arched her back to give me even more access to her body and soul.
I doubled my pace and pounded in and out like a Wildman as her body went rigid with the onslaught of pleasures we were sharing. Burying my cock to the hilt she gasped even as my body too fell stilled by the desperate need to fill her with my seed. “Take it baby,” I cried out as the first rope flooded her womb with its heat and sticky cream. Her body convulsed again as she too came with a copious flow of her female juices to join with my male ones, I wanted to know just how much she could take. Pumping my cock several times in and out of her womb she whimpered and gushed out another load of cum as I pushed again to the hilt and sent the second stream of man juice into her depths. “Holy shit,” I exclaimed as she took my all and seemed willing to take more. Again my strokes were short and abrupt as the head passed in and out of her cervical muscle, her body peaking continuously with each provoking collision of my mound to her juncture.
As the third rope flooded her core I pulled back enough to jerk her knees from beneath her, she squealed but soon fell quiet as I rolled her to her side and lifted one leg to hold against my torso. She had likely never felt the joys of Venus Butterfly, but was about to. I pushed into her and began the rhythm of fucking in long deep strokes as her body continued to convulse with desperate need to still the onslaught of pleasured pain. I buried my cock to the hilt and felt her body fall silent as she knew I wasn’t done yet. I pushed deeper and she felt my tightened sack slip into the outer ring of her vagina. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I sent another surge of semen to complete the filling of her most intimate chamber. I held myself that deep, deeper than any woman unprepared could accept, as my cock trembled in the bliss of fulfillment. After a minute or so I pulled back slowly to part from the most provocative pussy I’d ever felt and lowered her leg to the cool stone floor before rolling to her side and laying with her in our post coital bliss.
I looked into her eyes as I felt myself drifting into unwanted slumber. I can only guess how long I slept, but when I awoke I was alone, naked, and fully satisfied other than not knowing my lover’s name or how to find her. I stretched and rose to sit and wonder in the glory of what the stranger and I had found in a cave in the woods so near my home. I’d never seen her before and wondered if I ever would again until I saw a scrap of paper sitting atop of my jacket still rumpled from where she’d knelt before me to be fucked doggie style. I rolled over far enough to pluck the paper from where it lay. I grinned that it was not an unknown scrap of paper but a shopping list that had been in my inner jacket pocket.
I unfolded it and saw the finely sculpted hand written message written on the other side from my list. “Gerald, you were amazing. I’m sorry we had to leave, but the show must go on. My gf’s loved the show on their phones and listening to us fuck. They were standing outside watching the audition. I’m one of those girls who just love to show off on cam and hope you too enjoyed what we shared. If you can, visit with me in chat tonight during my 9:00 show at CherryCumsTwice.com, by using the code “101010,” I’ll know to give you a free pass. I’d love to have you as a guest star if you can make it into the city someday, but in the mean time I will be thinking of you every time I take on one of the other guys who, by the way, can’t begin to satisfy me the way you have. My gf’s loved the show on their phones and listening to us fuck. They were standing outside watching the audition and want to know when they can take a turn.”
I reread it and was not sure what I felt about what all had happened. So many questions came to mind, “Did she know she’d be auditioning someone in the remote woods, or was it just a chance happening? Was she seriously considering me to be a costar on her webcam site/” I laughed at the thought of anyone paying to watch an older guy fuck such a beautiful woman. I hadn’t heard or seen anything of her friends, but she said they watched on their phones. A smile painted my face as I remembered her so carefully setting her phone on her purse and knew she’d set it up to broadcast our interlude to her friends just outside the cave.
I dressed, tucking my worn but sated cock back into the khaki cargo pants I had sported before the shoot and thought what a shame it had been that I’d not even gotten a picture of the hot stranger whose body had been mine for a little over an hour. I tugged my shirt into place and put my socks and shoes on before donning the jacket that still held the scent of her honey sweet cum that had gushed onto it as I pounded her from behind. I packed up the camera and tripod and walked to the entry thirty feet above what amounted to our love nest. A faint smile of remembrance came to pass as I looked over my shoulder while walking away from the fantasy adventure of a lifetime.
There weren’t any other cars at the end of the road when I got back to my SUV, but I knew there had been one during my visit to the woods and cave since there was no other access except up the cliff from the lake far below. My thoughts were lost in the memories of a woman I might never know the real name of, but decided to at least visit her cam site once to let her know how much I loved what we had found and done. I took a shower after I got home and added the nature shots to my library that even my wife could see as well as the nudes in a file she would not ever know about. When she got home from work I found out she’d made plans for us to visit her mother that evening, damn the luck I’d have to wait to see the stranger I’d fucked deeper than she knew a white guy could ever go.
I made a note as to the web site’s address, but somehow have never found the time to go there and see what a show she puts on for the masses. I have decided to just remember her as, “Cherry,” since it was part of her site address and know I will not volunteer to perform on her cam no matter how tempting her pussy might be. Each time I pull up the nature shots from that day or nudes to put them on yet another site I think of her though, I doubt that will ever change.
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Author’s Note
Thus ends the tale of a man and a fantasy most would crave to know. Though it is fictional, it is based in truth in that I had an encounter very similar a couple of years ago. The fantastic sex wasn’t nearly so fantastic as written, but the stranger was all too real, and her appearance was as told. I would deny it, but know that honesty is valued by all and my wife has long since forgiven the indiscretion. For any who read my tales of lust and desire I can only hope you find a smile as you do and the time afterwards to give comment. It is only with the help of those who read my works that I can grow to meet the likes of the public I seek to. My thanks in advance for those who give an honest appraisal of what you’ve read in this free publication.
Gerald Dawson, aspiring author.