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Colleen at the Lake (MF,F-solo,bj,rape)
by Philip Harris

It was late in the afternoon when Colleen finally reached 
Echo Lake.  She knew that in another hour the sun would set 
behind the western mountain, bringing darkness quickly to 
the pocket where the small lake lay.  She knew that she 
should press onward to her planned campsite on the 
mountaintop.  Climbing the unfamiliar trail in the darkness 
would be hazardous.

But, for now, the sun shone warmly on the little lake, and 
the waters were seductive.  It had been four days since 
Colleen had last showered, during her last overnight stay 
in a hostel.  The invitation of the lake was too much to 
resist.

She looked to either side of the trail, trying to find a 
smaller path that might lead her to a more private part of 
the lake.  There was only thick brush on either side.  This 
small bend in the main trail was the only approach down to 
the water at this part of the lake.  After thirteen days of 
solo hiking, Colleen knew there was little likelihood of 
anyone else coming along the trial this late in the 
afternoon.  

She took off her large backpack and leaned it against a 
convenient tree.  Her heavy boots and socks took the 
longest to remove.  Her t-shirt, shorts, and underwear were 
off her in a jiffy.  She placed them, neatly folded, on top 
of her backpack, and then waded into the cool, lovely 
water.

Colleen waded out to waist depth, her toes squishing 
through rotted leaves covering a muddy bottom.  The lake 
water itself was amazingly clear.  She squatted until she 
was in the water up to her neck, and then rubbed every part 
of her body clean without soap.

She floated on her back for a while.  The sunlight warming 
her ample breasts while the cold mountain lake chilled the 
rest of her twenty-three-year-old body.  Colleen's hair was 
orange-red, her body delightfully freckled.

The cold of the water, at first so delicious on her trail-
weary body, soon led her shoreward again.  As she walked 
toward the shore she was shivering with cold, but 
nonetheless she stopped when still ankle-deep in water.

She stood still and closed her eyes.  Both her hands 
descended to between her slightly-spread legs.  The fingers 
of her left hand opened the folds of her young womanhood.  
Only one finger on her right hand moved.  She opened her 
mouth and threw back her head.  For several minutes she 
stood there, statue-like except for a small, rapid heaving 
of her fine breasts.  Her mouth was wide open, but only she 
heard the sounds that issued.

That business over, the chill now gone from her body, she 
bent over and washed her fingers in the lake, splashing 
water upward to wash between her thighs too.  As she 
stepped toward shore, looking toward her clothes, looking 
toward shore for the first time, her heart leapt in fright.  
A man was standing on shore looking at her; he was standing 
between herself and her clothes.

"It's very rude of you to look," Colleen said, recovering 
her composure, and covering her private parts with her 
hands.

The man was younger than her, maybe 18 years old.  His 
dirty-blonde hair was long and wild.  He was wearing a big 
backpack that looked well traveled, and had evidently come 
down from the mountain that Colleen planned to climb up 
this afternoon.

"You sneaked up on me," she accused, pointing to his hiking 
boots.  He couldn't have come along quietly in those 
without deliberate stealth.

"I couldn't hear you from where I was watching," he 
answered.  Yes, an 18-year-old's voice.

"You shouldn't have been watching," she said.

"When I see boobs and a pussy floating on the lake, I 
watch," he said, as if his answer was reasonable.

"Well go away now," she said, "You've had your free show."

"I still didn't get to hear you," he said, "the wind in the 
upper tree branches was too loud."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Colleen lied.  
"Now go away."

"I am going to hear you," he said, taking Colleen's clothes 
off of her backpack and spreading them on the trail ground.

"No!" Colleen shouted.  She turned and tried running 
farther out into the water, her pace slowed by the water's 
increasing depth.

"It gets very deep," he said, "and the cliffs are too steep 
to climb out of all around the rest of the lake."

"I'm not coming back in," Colleen shouted, now in water up 
to her neck.  The bottom did drop away quickly.  "Go away!"

"The water is too cold for you to stay out there very 
long," he shouted to her.  "And there are snapping turtles 
and water snakes."

Oh, Colleen didn't like hearing that.

"It's nice and warm here," he coaxed.  "You can lie on your 
clothes for a bed."

"You just want to hear me?" she asked.  "You'll just watch 
and listen?"

"You'd better come in before the snapping turtles get you," 
he answered.  Colleen reluctantly waded ashore.

"Can I have my towel from my backpack," she asked as she 
walked out of the water.  

"I'll get it for you," he said, making himself free with 
the contents of her backpack.  She reached for the towel 
when he took it out, but he said, "I'll dry you off."

He'd taken off his own backpack while Colleen was coming 
ashore, but he still had all his clothes on, which Colleen 
felt was a hopeful sign.  

She stood there while he rubbed her body dry with her 
towel, rubbing between her breasts, and then on them.  He 
held her right breast in his bare hand while he toweled the 
rest of her, using her breast as a handle to turn her body.

He toweled between her legs very roughly, passing the towel 
between her legs, then releasing her breast and taking each 
end of the towel in one hand, and "flossing" between her 
legs.

"No, no," Colleen pleaded, reaching for the towel and 
stopping him.  "I can't do what you've asked if you do 
that."

He let go of the towel, leaving it in her hands.  For a 
moment she considered how to use the towel best for 
covering herself, in the end wrapping it around her hair in 
a turban.  She didn't want her hair to get dirty from the 
ground, if it came to that.

She put her hands down between her legs again, and asked, 
"If I do this for you, will you let me go?"

Oh, for answer, he was unbuckling his pants.

His erection was already full.  Colleen knew the futility 
of trying to talk a boy out of sex when his cock is ready.

"Can I please suck you instead?" she asked.  

"That's what I was going to have you do," he said.  "Get 
down on your knees and finger your pussy while you suck my 
cock."

Colleen knelt on her own t-shirt, and took his cock in her 
hands.  It was sticky and ripe from a day of hiking.  She 
reached behind herself and dipped her hand into the lake, 
and then used that to clean him.  Dipping again, she 
cleaned him with both hands, washing from his balls upward 
to the precum-sticky tip of his cock.

His cock was circumcised, erect with teenage hardness.  His 
pubic hair was such a light blonde that it seemed sparse, 
making Colleen wonder if he might be even younger than 
she'd guessed.  Colleen opened her mouth hesitantly.  She 
paused, but he grabbed her turban-towel and forced her face 
downward, thrusting toward her face with his cock.  His 
hand guided her head, starting her sucking.

Colleen hadn't done this much, sucking a man's cock.  She'd 
never liked it, and had never gone all the way with it. 

"Finger yourself too," he said.  

She held his cock with her left hand, and reached between 
her legs with her right.  She'd already cum today and 
didn't need to do it again.  Once a day was her usual 
satisfaction, and for a moment it was a little awkward, 
fingering herself while cock-sucking him.

He started moaning, and so Colleen started moaning too, 
although she wasn't really teasing herself fast enough for 
a climax.  She was determined to fake this and get it over 
with, and to spit his cum out discretely.

His moans became faster, and Colleen became unwillingly 
aroused.  Her clit finger became faster without her trying.  
Now his sex moans were so loud that they echoed back from 
the rock wall on the far side of the lake, "Ah-ah, ah-ah."

"You have to cum," he gasped to her, surprising her with 
the desperation in his voice.  "I'm not going to cum until 
you cum."

Knowing that he was close to climax, Colleen redoubled her 
effort on him.

"Cum with me, cum with me," he shouted, and the echo 
shouted back, "cum with me, cum with me."

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," he said, ". . . going 
to cum, . . . going to cum."

"Cum now," he shouted.  "Make yourself cum with me now!"

Colleen couldn't help herself.  She climaxed while his cum 
flooded into her mouth.  She tried to pull her face away, 
to spit him out, but he grabbed her head tightly with both 
of his hands and force-fucked her face--ramming his cock 
tightly into her mouth to give her a full load.

"Don't swallow," he told her.  "Don't you dare swallow a 
drop."  

She barely heard him because she was orgasming.  

"You didn't swallow any, did you?" he asked.  

She shook her head no, as best as she could with his cock 
in her mouth and her head in his hands.

He pulled his cock out very slowly, telling her to suck the 
rest of the cum from it with her lips as he did so.  

"Keep my cum in your mouth," he told her.  "Don't swallow, 
don't spit."

Colleen did as she was told.  She realized that cooperation 
was her best option.  Her pussy thrummed with thrill from 
after-sex.  Never in her life had she cum twice so soon 
together.

"Put your hands on your ankles," he told her.  

Colleen was kneeling, so she reached behind herself and 
gripped her ankles, causing her upper body to thrust 
forward.  He grabbed her breasts and began fondling them.

"I love freckles," he said, drawing a finger along the line 
of sun freckles that colored Colleen's cleavage.  Her 
breasts were pale white beneath that line, where the sun 
seldom kissed them.

"Make some bubbles at your lips with my cum," he said, "to 
prove you still have it."

Colleen did it.  He'd cum in her mouth a lot.  Some of it 
had slipped down into her throat, but she kept most of it 
in front of her tongue for him.

"You be a good girl and hold it," he told her, caressing 
her breasts maddeningly.  Having her breasts felt always 
made Colleen really horny.  "Keep it in your mouth," he 
repeated, "because I want you cum-filled at both ends."

Oh!  That wasn't fair!  Colleen had done what he'd asked.  
She wasn't protected.  She had a condom in her backpack.  
She mouthed the word "condom" successfully, without 
swallowing his cum, indicating her backpack with her head.

"Not for you Baby," he said, still stroking her breasts.  
His touch was quite loving.  He pushed her breasts together 
and pressed his cock between them.  It wasn't hard yet, but 
he was clearing getting there.  He jiggled her breasts and 
tit-fucked her, pinching her nipples sometimes.  Soon his 
cock was almost ready.

"Lie on your back, lover," he said.

"Condom," Colleen pleaded again.

"I told you Baby, cum-filled at both ends."  He pinched her 
nipples hard until she laid down for him.  He spread her 
legs open himself.

He knelt between her legs, and taking his still-not-ready 
cock in one hand, he pressed the head between her pussy 
lips and rubbed it up and down.

"Show me your 'bubble cum'," he said, and Colleen let his 
cum bubble up from her lips again as proof of her 
cooperation.  She felt his cock sink into her pussy.

"I love your red hair," he said, looking between their 
pelvises.  "Our color goes well together."  In her mind 
Colleen pictured his sparse blonde public hairs entwined 
within her red pubes.

He fucked her very gently, unhurriedly.  Colleen felt 
shamefully aroused.  He wasn't just raping her; he was 
making love to her.  Some of her boyfriends had been 
quicker and had seemed less caring.

"Ahh, ahh," he said.  His sex sound was very calm and 
pleasant.  He was being much quieter now, and his echo was 
fainter.  "Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh."

His palms were on Colleen's breasts, resting part of his 
weight downward on her chest as he fuck-rocked her pussy.  
He's a talented 18-year-old, Colleen realized.  She 
wondered who'd taught him.  It must have been an older 
woman.

"Oh, oh," he was becoming louder now, more forceful in his 
thrusting.  Now the real fucking was beginning.  "Oh-oh, 
oh-oh," his sex echoes reverberated more loudly and 
quickly.

"MMmm, mmm."  Colleen was surprised to realize that sound 
was coming from her.  It encouraged him to a faster pace, 
and soon Colleen was humming, "um,um,um," quite quickly 
herself.

"You can swallow when you cum for me," he told her, now 
really getting down to business.  His posture changed so 
that he was lying on her, reaching beneath himself to pinch 
her nipples instead pressing on her breasts.

Colleen gulped his cum, dishonestly since she hadn't 
climaxed yet, and yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," 
really fast.  Immediately her speech broke into an orgasmic 
scream as the first wave of genuine climax overtook her.  
Her pussy clinched spasmodically.  "Cum in me.  Cum in me," 
she yelled.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he yelled back, and the "echo 
couple" yelled back in chorus to them from across the lake.

"I'm cumming too," Colleen said, "I'm cumming too."

He lay on top of her for a long while after they were done.  
Night darkness fell, and they were still together.  The 
lake was very quiet and still, and the air around them 
became chilly.

"I have to go set up camp," Colleen at last said quietly.

"Are you going to camp on top of the mountain tonight?" he 
asked, getting off her.

"Yes," Colleen said, shaking the dirt out of her clothes 
and beginning to dress herself.

"I was there last night," he said.  "You'll love it.  It's 
beautiful."

Neither spoke as they finished dressing and shouldered 
their backpacks.  They both seemed suddenly embarrassed, as 
if wondering whether they should hug goodbye.

"I'm sorry that I insisted upon you being unprotected," he 
said.

"I guess it's okay," Colleen said, "if you really needed to 
do it that way badly enough, I mean."

Then he hugged her, as a boy would hug a long-time 
girlfriend.  Colleen hugged him back, an automatic, woman's 
response.

"I have a little blue tent," Colleen said cautiously, once 
he'd let go of her, "that I sleep in all alone, but it can 
fit two.  My sleeping bag is a double."  She paused, 
feeling very ridiculous in what she was saying.  "The trail 
is dark now.  Would you please walk up the mountain with 
me?"

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on http://www.asstr.org/~pharris/.
