For Lack of Seduction

For Lack of Seduction
By: slyfox (fantac65@hotmail.com)

For Lack of Seduction

There had been no seduction. It's as simple as that. No matter what the rumors may claim, neither of us seduced the other. It just happened. It wasn't planned or thought out, it just happened.

I confess that I was surprised when she slipped into the pool with me. It is my custom to swim nude somewhere around eleven or midnight, then a quick shower and I sleep like a log. The nudity was never a problem. We always had an open attitude toward nudity in our home, even when my wife was still with me, and the daughters were home. It would be a rare day indeed when one of us wasn't observed walking through the house nude, usually after a shower, but not always.

I certainly was aware of the lovely nineteen-year-old neighbor. I had watched her grow from being my daughters fifteen-year-old school chum to this stunning young woman with a body to drive men wild. Many a time I had watched as she tanned in the shelter of their pool enclosure. Now my daughter was in college and I spent my days alone. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that she would be swimming with me, as nude as I was and apparently not concerned about it.

We swam lazily up and down the pool and chatted quietly as we rested between trips, holding to the wall. There was some incidental contact, there always is when you swim, but neither of us made anything of it. Afterwards, there were murmurs of undue influence but it never happened. As we rested at some point, she had moved across my body and the contact with certain parts of my body seemed more than incidental and those parts reacted accordingly. Nothing was said, but not long after that, I felt her hand on my still partially erect cock as she swam underwater toward me. It was not a brushing pass, but rather her hand wrapping around it and pushing the skin back. She got the reaction that she wanted.

I turned my back to her but she found me again and began moving her hand over me. At that point I should have protested but did not. I pulled her around in front of me and she kissed me. It wasn't the type kiss that a man of my age expects to experience, and I didn't react like a man of my age normally reacts. I lifted her from the water and sat her on the wall. I separated her legs to reveal her clean shaven vulva but as I moved to kiss her there, she leaned forward and offered me her breasts, which I accepted, gladly. She moved closer to wrap her legs around my body and her hands pulled me to her breast. She lay her head on mine and moaned as my lips found her nipple and pulled it into my hungry mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and toyed with her cheeks as I suckled from her brown buttons and licked the entire breasts.

She rose and moved toward the house and I readily followed her, my cock now hard and anxious. Did she resist, you ask? There was some resistance as she lay on the couch and spread her legs to place the left on the back of the couch and the right on the floor. I moved to enter her and there was some resistance when penetration began. The fleshy folds first resisted and then parted, as I moved into her. There was some resistance from tight muscles as I continued but her sounds of encouragement urged me ever onward. There was resistance once more as the part of her that she had protected for all of her nineteen years was encountered. I hesitated but she begged me to continue and a man shouldn't allow a young woman to beg.

There was a sharp cry as she became a woman and a pink tinged stain appeared on the towel that she had placed beneath her. There was another moment of hesitation but then the intrusion continued until it was stopped by contact with our bodies. After some slow movements in and out to insure sufficient lubrication and adjustment, a rhythm was established and we moved as one, her hips rising to meet every move I made and her muscles pulling me back with each withdrawal.

As we became more passionate, the tempo increased, as did the ferocity of the attack. I played with her to keep her orgasm building, even as I fought to delay my own, but when her thigh muscles tensed and her stomach began to spasm, I knew that she was close. Her whimpering sound became louder and changed to vocal outbursts. Her hips drove into me with a fiery passion and her fingers clawed into the cushions. With a loud cry, she announced the arrival of her orgasm to the world. Her head was forced into the couch and her body arched, supported by her feet and shoulders. It was all I could do to keep up my movements and then, with a groan, I filled her with my seed.

We rolled to the floor, our bodies still locked together and she climbed on top of me and refused to let me leave. Her hips ground into me in desperate attempt to maintain rigidity and her efforts were rewarded as I once again became an able lover. She moved slowly, pumping her hips up and down, until she was satisfied that I could fulfil her needs.

When she slowly turned her back to me, she used my knees and her legs to begin once again, a rhythm of up and down strokes. When her legs tired, I used my hands under the warm flesh of her buttocks to assist. Without allowing my exit from her body, she rolled onto her hands and knees and I increased the speed and severity of the movements until once again I sensed the pre-orgasmic tenseness. I began a period of furious pelvic thrusts that lifted her from her knees with each drive until she clamped onto me and allowed her orgasm to draw her body into a knot before releasing it's hold. My own finality was yet to be reached and she allowed me to continue until I released still more semen into her.

We fell to the floor in each other's arms and basked in glorious afterglow, our bodies continuing to push into each other and our arms and legs entangled as if we were some species of vine that twisted and turned as it wrapped around a tree.

We went to shower and I bathed her tenderly. We toweled off and went to the bedroom where we slept the deep sleep of exhaustion.

She woke to the feeling of my lips gently brushing her hair and my hot breath on her forehead. Her body moved into mine and I pulled her to me, her head on my shoulder.

My attempt at an apology was promptly rejected, as was my expression of guilt or responsibility. When I tried to protest at all, I was silenced by her lips and her tongue being plunged into my throat.

When she rolled on top of me, the heat of her body and the sight of her breasts hanging down just over my lips was too much. My tongue flashed out to attack the nipples and I sucked them into my lips. She moaned as I sucked harder and harder and began to nip and nibble at them. I pushed her onto her back and continued my attack with lips and fingers. Her hands were on my head and I couldn't have gotten away if I chose to. I have heard of women that can climax just from breast stimulation but I didn't know that she was one of them. Neither did she. It gave me a strange satisfaction when she came, her legs clenched tight to me and her nipple between my teeth. It was almost a feeling of power.

I moved down her body and separated her legs. My fingers wandered over the fuzzy brown pubic hairs and lightly stroked over the soft folds that concealed the gate to her young vagina. With tender strokes of encouragement, they opened before my eyes and the inner folds appeared, pink and beautiful. The fragrance of her desire was a powerful aphrodisiac and then it was time. I was about to taste the sweetness of her moist sex. At first, tentative licks as my fingers held the gates open and then more insistent strokes with the flat of my tongue. She mewled as my tongue probed into her with a more demanding strength as though it was saying, "Let me in, I insist." Her soft gates opened and my tongue slipped in and my lips wrapped her vulva in hot flesh. I stroked as if in intercourse with my tongue but lacked the strength to do that for long periods of time.

My thumbs rubbed over the pink button that I sought and it began to exit its hiding place. I sucked on her to encourage its full exposure and she began whimpering and pushing into my face each time I pulled it forward. My lips attempted to milk it but it resisted my efforts so I returned to sucking and pulling on it. Her legs wrapped around my head and forced me tighter into her as I introduced a finger into her inner passage. She was quite moist now and I eagerly licked at her to taste her fully. A second finger was inserted and together they teamed up to work fingertips toward her special spot. She couldn't keep her hips on the bed and her stomach muscles had started to spasm. I knew she was close and it inspired me to suck harder and move my fingers faster and force them in new depths.

She came with an outburst of an intensity that surprised me. She demanded that I continue and of course, I had to comply. She was using words that I had never heard from her and then it passed and she allowed her hips to once again lie on the bed. I eagerly lapped at her nectar and sucked it in to my mouth as fast as I could. I didn't want to waste a drop of her, not one single drop. I must have tried to hard or too long because it wasn't long before her body once again demanded release and I kept catching her juices on my tongue and drinking them as I would a peach.

I rose from my position and moved to lie next to her and we shared her taste with tongue and lips. Our bodies wrapped each other in acclimation of pleasure as we rolled this way and then that as our afterglow continued.

Oh, that I could bottle that sweet nectar to enjoy at will. To inhale on a restless eve when she was gone. I reveled in the fact that she had allowed me to be her first lover and that she was such a passionate one at that.

I moaned in great joy as her fingers once again found my excited member and began fondling it's length and the sac that hung at it's beginning. She touched the dark red globe with the tip of her tongue and flicked at it as if it were a frozen pop or ice cream treat. She examined it carefully, spreading the slit open and squeezing to open it even more. Her tongue probed at it and licked over it as a warmth began to build in my groin. Her fingers lightly stroked the skin of the hard shaft and then more heavily as she moved the loose flesh slowly up and down. It jumped with the first contact with those lovely lips and I told her that it wasn't necessary. Then I told her to stop when she slipped the throbbing tip past those lips and into her mouth. Then I warned her against moving it deeper into her mouth and then into her throat. I begged her not to stop as the heat began to build into a pressure in the sac. I told her that I was almost there so she could stop sucking on it but she ignored my advice. I tried to tell her that it was too late, but she was already forcing the stringy white liquid from the corners of her mouth as she milked it down until nothing was left but limp flesh and a grateful man. She shared my milky seed with me as I had shared her nectar with her.

We lay in quiet repose after a period of passionate afterglow. Then we showered and threw robes on to recover our energies. We ate a leisurely breakfast and she teased me as she slowly moved a ripe strawberry in and out of her lips. I looked away for a moment and her leg tapped mine. I looked up and now she had taken a drink of milk and as she held the strawberry in her lips, a trickle of milk ran down from each corner of her mouth. She sucked the berry into her mouth and then pulled it out with a popping sound as her lips tried to hold it in.

She left the table and came back with coffee and a lustful smile. She sat on the very edge of her chair and her eyes told me that she was up to something. Her hand was in her lap and I had a feeling that she was masturbating while her eyes were locked on mine. The sounds of impending orgasm filled the kitchen and the sensual fragrance of a woman's passion wafted from under the table. She held her breath for several moments and then came with a great sigh. She smiled and licked her lips as she removed her hand from under the table and offered me a bite of the banana that she had been making love to. She put one end in her mouth and I wrapped my lips around the other end. We chewed our way toward each other and with a last slurping sound, sucked the last bit as our lips met in hot desire for each other.

We made love slowly until passion dictated otherwise and the ability to control our bodies disappeared. When we were done, we were truly exhausted and I knew that my body had reached it's capacity for some time. We slept quickly, our naked bodies entwined, too tired to shower and too happy to care.

When we woke, we enjoyed a long shower, then dressed. I wore shorts and tee shirt, she wore a short skirt and sleeveless blouse with the buttons open enough to show me that she wore no bra that day.

We packed some things into a bag and headed for the cabin at the lake. The season would not begin for two weeks and there would be few, if any people there at that time. For now, there would be little activity and best of all, no one that we knew.

As we drove, she teased me by opening her blouse completely and allowing the breeze to blow over her nipples, which she constantly moistened with wet fingertips. As we moved into remote regions, she leaned back against the door and put her leg over the back of the seat so that I could see the thin strip of white that disappeared in the crevasse between soft white mounds. She would trail her fingertips over the fabric but not allow me the joy of seeing her private plaything unveiled. When I sought to use my own fingertips to move the fabric to one side, she turned away, frustrating me beyond words. She had me totally under her spell and she had no intention of setting me free.

She would kneel on her knees, her back to me and lean against the window while she teased her skirt up and down her legs. She would reveal just enough to make me want to pull over and take her but if I so much as acted so, she would drop to the seat and pull her knees tight while looking at me with the most lustful smile I have ever seen.

She reached over to me to slide the zipper down on my shorts and free the top fastener but go no further. If I reached to free my erection from it's prison, she would slap my hands and threaten to slap other parts as well.

As we got close to the cabin, she straightened herself and became a proper young lady. She was such a good actor.

We unpacked the car and she immediately wanted to be satisfied but I told her that I needed to rest from the long drive. We stripped to our underwear, me in my briefs, she in thong panties, and stretched out on the comfortable bed. It was cool so she pulled one of the light blankets over us and we slept.

It seemed like only minutes, but it had been hours when we woke. She woke first and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she brought a warm washcloth with her, which she used to bathe the sleep from my eyes. I rose and went to the bathroom. I called to her and we showered together. It was all that I could do to slow her down. I didn't want to burn out so soon. All the way to the cabin, I had been planning on what I would like to do to her, with her. It would not do to drain my supply of sperm so soon, only to agonize over it's absence later.

We changed into swim suits and casually strolled down to the lake just in case an early lakeside resident were to be on their dock already. We made a great show of enjoying the cool water but then swam underwater and into the boathouse. There, we could not be seen from anywhere on the lake.

If I had any thoughts of being in control of our amorous efforts, I was soon to learn that I wasn't in control of anything at all. We clamored up onto the slats of the walkway that runs down either side of the boathouse and leads to the deck area in the front. Here, we keep life jackets, paddles, and misc. marine supplies, such as ropes and hardware. She kissed me with the fire of earlier passion and pushed me into the wall, my hands in hers and about head high.

She quickly proved her powers of observation and the strength of her body as she dropped an anchor line over my left wrist. It's a simple wall sash type anchor secured to about twenty-five feet of clothesline. The anchor had been lying on a frame member and the rope had been looped around a wooden peg just above it. Now, however, it pressed into my arm and held me pinned tightly to the wall. I had just cried out at the pressure against my flesh when she dropped one on the other arm as well. Now, I stood, a prisoner in my own boathouse, not sure of what her plans were for me. I tried to lever my legs away from the wall but the ropes only cut deeper into my arms. Soon, my feet were placed on a wooden step to relieve some of the pressure but not enough for me to free myself. Then my feet were secured to the wall with another piece of rope.

Every effort that I made to obtain an explanation from her was met with a smile and a finger placed over her lips. She came to me and rubbed over my swim trunks and smiled as my erection became painfully strong. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly, oh so agonizing slowly, began pulling them downward. She stopped just before my hard organ would have slipped free of it's bonds and went to the front of the building. Searching around for a while, ignoring my pleas to free me, she came back holding a thin twine that we use to hang towels and bathing suits to dry on the side of the boathouse. She formed a loop around her fingers and stretched it out to about six or seven inches across. Then she reached down to pull my throbbing member into her hands.. In the blink of an eye, the loop was passed over my penis and around my swollen sac. It was then pulled up to the cross member near the anchors. She carefully balanced an anchor on the wood and reminded me in fearful detail of the consequences should the anchor drop.

She told me that as long as I was a good boy, she had no intention of causing me any pain. I agreed completely. She then walked around to the walkway opposite mine and began a seductive dance. She removed her bra top and began making love to her breasts with her fingers and her tongue. As she became more agitated, her efforts became more aggressive, almost abusive. She would pull the nipples out as far as she could and twist them before allowing them to return. She would pull them to her lips and bite them and even from where I was, I knew that it was no tender nip. Unbelievably, she began to twist in obvious signs of an oncoming orgasm. She announced the approaching climax in step by step detail until she came without touching any other part of her body. Pre-cum dripped from the head of my penis, which now ached with desire.

She turned her back to me and forced me to watch as she moved her fingers up one leg and then the other, toying with her thighs and lightly brushing over the bikini's fabric between her legs. Her butt began swaying back and forth in synchronized movement with her finger strokes, which now went up over the fabric that covered the puckered opening of her anus. With a sudden motion, her bottoms fell to the walkway and she kicked them away. She looked back at me and smiled as she licked her full lips and her fingers returned to stroke up and down over swollen labia. My sac was laden with my juices begging to be freed and the pre-cum was a constant presence by that time. I needed release so bad that I was begging for it.

Her fingers spread the soft white globes of her butt cheeks and her other hand strolled idly over the dimpled flesh that surrounds the anus. Her hips began thrusting into her fingers as they swayed back and forth and when she moved her fingers downward and plunged them into the moist lips, I almost came without any help from contact. She pumped them into herself and although I was unable to see, I knew that she was working her clit by the wild, thrusting moves of her body and the cries of a rapidly building finality. How many orgasms had she had as I watched? I had no idea. When this one came on, however, my body began to spasm and it purged itself of my seed. I watched helplessly as it was spent on the slats of the walkway, one less opportunity for me to make love to her.

I was weak and tired from the stress that she had placed me under. I didn't care what she did to me as long as she would release me from my bonds. My dreams and illusions had all been shattered now so nothing made any difference.

She came to me and stood on a plastic pail to place a kiss, a very passionate kiss, on my lips. She forced my lips open and her tongue sought out mine. She sucked my tongue into her throat and milked it like a soft penis. Her fingers went to her labia and returned covered with the fruits of her labors, which she tenderly offered to me. I lapped at each finger before sucking them into my mouth. Again and again she retrieved her juices and offered them to me. She bent to lick each drop from my penis before she rose once more to look into my eyes.

She told me that it was absolutely important that I stand quite still while she loosened my arms. When she lifted the anchor on the left side, my arm fell to my side, numb and unable to move on it's own. The cord around my privates was removed and then she released my right arm. Like it's counterpart, it was useless and now they both began to throb with the pain of a thousand toothaches. She untied my feet as she leaned into my body to keep me from falling. Then she had me slide down the wall as she held me against it to sit on the wooden step. As I sat there in incredible pain, she dipped water from the boat well and poured the cool liquid over my arms. With a touch as light as a feather, she massaged the flesh of each arm, restoring circulation while pouring cold water over them to help relieve the pain. I began to get some feeling back but it took quite a bit of work to restore strength to my aching limbs. She pulled me to my feet and pushed me into the water, her slim body right behind. I struggled to the surface and she got behind me and pulled me to the exit. I had to swim underwater as there was no other way out without the key. I held my breath and dove clumsily under the wall and surfaced on the opposite side. I had sufficient use of my arms to work my way to the shallow, sand-covered beach and sit in the cooling liquid as I recovered. She licked and kissed at the redness that documented my imprisonment and torture. She didn't apologize, nor did she have to. Her lips and tongue did that in their own way.

Amazingly, the sun was long gone and the sounds of the night filled the air. A half moon lit the beach in soft radiance as we sat there in about a foot of water. We had been in the boathouse for several hours though it seemed like an eternity at times.

She came to me and pulled me to my feet. As we walked toward the cabin, she told me of a vision that she had of a boathouse and a man that she would later ravish into total exhaustion. We lay on the soft green grass as she described the things that she did with this man and I became aroused at her detailed story of passion and lust.

As our lips came together once more, I knew that this was to be a night like no other and that the memories would stir a passion within for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes and allowed her to fingers to travel over my body, circling my nipples and moving through the cleft in my breast bone, down to circle and probe at my navel before caressing the hardness that was there.

She came up once again to kiss me tenderly and whisper of her desires. "Possess my body," she softly said, in invitation, "use me as you wish."

I pulled her to me and kissed her in a way that telegraphed my acceptance. We rose as one and walked naked into the cabin. When we stopped to embraced each other, her fingers traced over the redness once more and she whispered to me. "These marks will disappear, but you are mine for all time." I pulled her tightly to me, my hands on the swell of her hips, pulling her cleft into me, my erection pressing into her body.

I laid her down on the soft carpet and rolled her onto her stomach. My tongue traveled down her spine and over the swell of her hips. I kneaded the softness there and kissed the soft cheek before I drew her flesh into my lips and sucked on it as she moaned. When I knew that the time was right, I bit into the swollen tissue. She cried out but didn't make a move to stop me as I did the same to the other cheek. I looked at the bright red marks and determined that I had not drawn blood before I rolled her over and leaned down to her breasts. I looked up at her and she smiled as I attacked first one breast and then the other. She cried out with each bite, but when I went to her to kiss the tears away, she whispered that she would be mine forever and I knew that it was true.