"I got one! I got one!"

I was so excited that I almost tripped and fell headlong into the stream. I had awkwardly cast the lure one more time and just as I had begun to reel it in, it disappeared. The rod was almost jerked from my hand.

"Set the hook! Just like I showed you!" you called.

I grasped the line and pulled down sharply, rod tip low to the water as you had had me practice.

"Now sweep the tip over the surface of the water. Don't raise it! Feed out the line but keep it taut until it's tight to the reel."

My fish was a big one. Oh, I just had to land him. He took off downstream and line whizzed off my reel. Oh - he jumped!

You were close by now. "Put the drag on, Sara. You have a beauty! Don't lose it!"

I was clinging to the rod for dear life but managed to set the drag. My fish struggled against the sudden resistance. Finally, he began to tire and I was able to reel him up close to the bank where you waited with the net. You released him from the hook and held him up so I could see.

"Four pounds if he's an ounce," you proclaimed approvingly and I swelled with pride. "The biggest of the trip so far."

And he tasted delightful, too, lightly battered and fried in butter. The trout was so big it didn't fit your frying pan, so we cooked it on the cast iron griddle over the fire. I felt like I was finally worthy of you. I had caught my fish! We laughed and chatted as we relived the battle in front of the fireplace. I never wanted that moment to end, but dishes had to be washed and water heated for our bath.

You tended to the pots of steaming water while I scrubbed the plates and griddle. I was concentrating on getting the last of the grit from the griddle when your arms encircled me from behind and you nuzzled my ear.

I was suddenly on fire. I dropped the dish rag and allowed you to engulf me in an affectionate embrace. Affection that was rapidly heating into something else.

Your hands quickly found my breasts and squeezed until I moaned with need. You were shaking and clumsy when you undid my jeans and pulled them roughly down my legs.

"I want you." was all you said. Our clothes disappeared as if by magic, puffed away in a cloud of lust and I found myself bent over the counter, your expanding erection hot against my backside and your palms cupping my swelling breasts. You nipped and kissed my ears making me almost frantic with desire.

The warmth of your thighs and belly enfolded me in an intimate embrace. You drew back my hand and placed it trembling around the engorged instrument of pleasure nudging my naked bottom. I rolled the throbbing shaft between faltering fingers and made as if to turn but you stayed my motion with a kiss and continued to pluck my stiffening nipple.

If I was to be invested from behind, it should at least be in partial gratification to my own whim and not just your own. So, obeying an impish impulse I placed the springy head at the dark portal of my secret place. There was something exquisite in the forbidden touch of such a belligerent monster on my most tender tissue. Your startled gasp when you comprehended my intent, excited my senses and prepared me for the illicit incursion as your engorged shaft prodded and probed for entrance at the unfamiliar opening. I grasped your eager pillar and placed its tip in the very center of the indentation of my anus and, gripping it in a steel fist, pushed relentlessly back against it, forcing the slippery head millimeter by excruciating millimeter into my rubbery rectum.

"Slowly, now," I whispered, relinquishing my grip. My hand was replaced at once with your own as the fingers of your other hand found my clitoris and began to massage it maddeningly, sending delicious sparks of pleasure from nubbin to nipples. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt my bottom stretch and your rigid, pulsing penis pressing ever inwards. What would it be like to feel your scorching seed spurting deep within my bum? The thought made me dizzy with desire.

"Oh, Michael!" I moaned.

My vagina wept excitement and rivulets of moisture dribbled down my thighs as your crown finally popped through the ring of my sphincter. Ow!

"Wait!" I cried, pushing against your thigh. "I have to get used to you!"

You hissed through clenched teeth as you paused, fighting for control. A beat, then another, as time froze while my body adjusted to the marauding intruder. You were hunched over my back, one hand at my breast and the other at my furrow. Your body heaved and trembled with excitement in time with the pulsing of the oaken lance impaling my clenching bottom. I could feel it jump and flex within me as pulses of pleasure coursed your body. I began to squeeze it rhythmically, fighting my body's impulse to expel the invader.

Slowly my sphincter relaxed and the burning, tearing pain gave way to a pleasant erotic fullness.

"Are you okay, Sara?" you asked in an excited whisper, nuzzling the fragrance of my hair.

I answered with a clench and an encouraging thrust of my buttocks. The foray into my most forbidden place resumed in earnest as you wormed forward, spreading my rectum, forcing yourself deep and deeper still.

"So tight! Oh, Sara - so tight!" you groaned in an agony of pleasure.

I felt well and truly skewered on the prong of your desire. The burning pain I had felt at first gave way to a dull, throbbing ache deep in my core. An ache that was not unpleasant, but rather added to my sense of fullness, my sense of completion. Almost like a sore gum when teething, how good it felt to bear down on you, to squeeze your swollen shaft and to feel the answering leap of your hyper excited manhood!

At last, you were at the uttermost end of your length. I felt your thighs press mine and your testicles in their wrinkled sack resting on my furrow. You paused once more to savor your conquest and I could feel your eyes gorging on the sight of my anus stretched tightly around your cock. What thoughts were racing through your fevered mind? What must it be like for you to have so completely and finally taken possession of my body? And with your conquering sword lodged firmly in my fundament I had no choice but to surrender to your desires. All impishness and impulsiveness were gone, swept away by the knowledge that now you owned me completely.

The plundering began. You withdrew slowly, leaving an aching hollowness in my bowel. When only the head remained inside you thrust full length, until once again your balls bounced on my labia. I reached between my legs to caress them, lightly scratching their funny wrinkled sack with my nails.

Another plunge.. and another! So tightly were you enveloped that I imagined that I could feel each pulsing vein in your shaft, each ridge and crevice of your head.

"Not too fast," I pleaded. "Be careful!"

You growled in frustration but slowed your assault. I squeezed as you withdrew and focused on opening myself when you thrust. I wanted so much that sex this way would be everything you had dreamed it would be. Oh, Michael! This is my gift to you. I want you to know all of me - to know me completely. I wish to withhold nothing that might give you pleasure. Use my body, Michael!

Each thrust was deeper as you strained to penetrate me to the utmost. I could feel your tip swelling my passage deep inside and giving the most delightful sense of fullness. I stroked and caressed you, urging you higher, to let go, to come. Yes, Michael - I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your sweet essence washing the depths of my being. Please, Michael? Please?

I knew you were close. Your muscles were rigid and your thrusting barely controlled. Inarticulate gasps and grunts interspersed with ejaculations of "So good!" and "Oh, God!" I rubbed your shaft where it disappeared into your body behind your scrotum, massaging it with my fingers, wanting your building climax to be complete, intending to drain you completely until you were mere jelly in my hands.

"Do you like this, Michael?" I whispered. "Do you? Do you like having your big prick in my bottom? It feels so good, Michael. I love having it there. I love how you feel inside me. But I want you to come, Michael. I want you to fill me. I need you to complete me."

As I whispered and cajoled you froze, crown wedged in my tight rectum, swelling, spurting, my bottom filling with warm wetness.

"Uuuhhhh!" you groaned. And as you flooded me with semen you began to frantically plunge in and out, iron fingers grasping my hips and holding me immobile. Your cock erupted and your body shook, and it was just suddenly too much... too much...

My fingers released your balls and feverishly stoked the fire blazing in my clitoris. In a moment my cries were added to yours, the convulsions of our bodies synchronized. On and on you thrust, a fresh gusher in my gut at the apex of each penetration. My body clenched and roared and time was no more.

When, once again, I came to my senses, I had collapsed on the kitchen counter, my legs splayed and our spent arousal running down my trembling thighs in rivulets. You slumped insensate on my back, face nestled in my hair. You remained lodged inside me and I gently squeezed while resting in the bower of our intimacy.

"Yes, Michael," I thought dreamily. "You've possessed me completely now and I'm yours."

Your penis twitched inside me as if in reply and acknowledgment.