[ragdoll]

PART ONE

It’s a cool, late Summer morning on the beach near Pigeon Point. Nineteen-year-old, Laurel Rosewood turns her steel blue eyes towards the point’s lighthouse, watching the light still cutting it’s brilliant beam across the morning remnants of storm clouds and fog. A violent thunderstorm had hit the coastline the night before, knocking down trees and power lines. The light breeze blows her shaggy blond hair around her face. She turns her attention to the rough ocean, clad in a string bikini and the leggings of her wetsuit as the upper portion hangs loose from her hips.

She notices a lot of debris in the water, including broken trees, but pays no heed, as she is confident she will be too deep to be hindered by such hazards. Laurel gathers her long hair into a ponytail, tying it off with a strong rubber band. She places her mask on her head just above her eyebrows, smiling in excitement as she kneels to check the pressure gauge of her SCUBA tank, sitting in it’s harness on the sandy beach next to her. She stands feeling the chill on her upper body, her nipples become titillatingly erect as she decides it’s time to put on her snug wetsuit. She zips it shut and takes a long moment to touch and rub herself, especially her breast, feeling her hard nipples under her thick wetsuit. She is thoroughly aroused by the tight feel of the suit conforming to her shape as she discretely moves a hand down between her legs, feeling the warmth of wet excitement inside her suit. She stops herself before passersby see her as she hefts the tank harness, puts it on and secures it to her. She checks the airflow of her mouthpiece as she steps towards the water’s edge, flippers in-hand. Satisfied that her gear is ready, she wades into the water just below her breasts and stops to put on her flippers. She takes off her mask and with a little spit, washes the inside of her mask. Placing it snugly over her eyes and nose, Laurel inserts her mouthpiece and submerges herself into the water as she begins to explore the ocean.

The water is murky, churned up by the previous storm, but she knows there will be clearer, calmer waters at lower depths. She slowly swims towards deeper waters, enjoying the quiet depths, unaware she is swimming directly towards a large broken tree drifting on the surface, a wicked tangle of branches extending from the main trunk. The rise and fall of the ocean above slightly hinders her swimming as she tries to go deeper, checking her gauge to be sure her air is good. The tree has drifted dangerously close as Laurel moves her long, slender legs to push forward in the water, gaining speed. The surf is becoming rougher and she is getting closer to the unseen tree. Suddenly, Laurel feels a hard tug on her harness, unaware she has been caught in the tangle of branches from the floating tree above. She struggles to break free from the bobbing tree as other branches catch on her main air line, popping it off its fitting. Air quickly escapes from the tank and she realizes she’s not taking in air from her mouthpiece. Panic takes hold of her heart, adrenaline surges through her veins as she struggles frantically to free herself, and fix the airline. Her eyesight begins to darken and narrow into a euphoric tunnel vision as the lack of oxygen begins to affect her brain. She heaves in a lung full of water and convulses at the icy daggers of ocean water inside her lungs. The pain is so tremendous she nearly blacks out. Her movements to get herself free seem so slow to her as the pain in her lungs subside to a deep euphoria. Bright rainbow-like colors fill Laurel’s eyes and slowly fade to darkness. Her movements are just involuntary twitches as her body slowly succumbs to the lack of oxygen. Laurel’s body dies and becomes limp as she is pulled lifelessly away with the drifting tree, pulled by the rough waves of an unforgiving sea.

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PART TWO

The skies were finally clear in the afternoon on the quiet, secluded beach as Joe stepped out of his 30-year-old pick-up truck. He felt the cool ocean breeze, taking in a deep breath through his nose with slight satisfaction. He moved to extract from the truck his fishing gear, his rod, tackle box, folding chair, and the most important – the cooler full of beer. He heard the wind blowing gently through the redwoods behind him as he calmly made his way down the rock path to the sandy beach. He immediately finds a towel neatly laid out with a bottle of sun lotion on the beach near the surf, but the owner is nowhere in sight as he scans the inlet for anyone walking on the beach or possibly swimming. Nothing. He doesn’t give it much thought, concluding this wouldn’t be the first time folks have left their garbage on this beach. There are never any patrols by the sheriff or rangers around these parts because of the fact it’s so out of they way, further allowing some joker to feel they don’t need to clean up after themselves. Joe loves the remoteness of this particular beach. It’s one of his favorite discoveries in the past 2 years. After a terrible break-up with his girlfriend of 10 years, he went on a road trip heading for the Pacific. He didn’t care about anything else, food, gas, whatever. He just wanted to leave. Leave it all behind. He did, with the exception of his truck now parked up the small embankment overlooking the beach. He looked down at the towel and lotion bottle and was inexplicably concerned about it. These items didn’t look discarded, but purposely place here, waiting for their owner’s return. He decided he would settle here, just on the chance the forgetful owner came back. He stepped to the edge of the water with his fishing rod to cast out his line. Stepping backward slowly, he gives enough slack as he makes his way back to the folding chair waiting for him. He plants the hilt of his rod in the thick, wet sand. Satisfied it’s secure he sits back, comfortable in his low-profile chair as he reaches inside the cooler for his first beer of the day. He stretches his legs out crossing his feet as he watches the surf. He can see a lot of driftwood in the inlet, mostly from the nearby forest that surrounds the beach. He can see a large section of a fallen tree washed up on shore about one hundred yards to his right. He begins to worry that his line may get tangled in the mess, so he moves to pull the rod out of the sand when the spool began to turn. He looks up to see the line become taught. He waits, just in case it’s just the current changing. His rod bows towards the water as it begins to lift itself out of the sand. Joe grabs the handle quickly, careful not to yank on the line for fear it might snap. Whatever was on the end of the line was strong enough to bow his rod to the breaking point. He could hear the rod creaking at the strain. He realized quickly he wasn’t fighting a fish, but dead weight. It was no use trying to land a piece of junk so he laid down his rod and kept a foot on it as he pulled out his hunting knife. He knelt down to cut the line as he looked to the water, cursing it for ruining his relaxation. That’s when he froze. Something had flashed bright yellow in the water about sixty yards away. He tugged on the line in his hand. Again, the flash of yellow. His curiosity peaked; he put his knife away and carefully started pulling in the unknown mass in the water. He could make out there was more than the yellow object he was tugging by the large wake it created. As it got closer, he could recognize the shape of a body, a woman’s body by the shape of the butt. The yellow he had noticed was the sole of her boot. He stopped and ran into the water until he was waist deep. He grabbed the fishing line and pulled the body closer until he could reach the boot. He noticed the hook embedded in the dense rubber of the sole. He pulled the hook out and threw it off to the side so it wouldn’t hook into the body or himself. He took hold of the ankle and pulled the body towards him. He saw the wetsuit revealed a perfect female form floating limply in the undulating water. The woman’s blond hair flowed all around her head, arms lazily out stretch. He gripped her hips to prevent her body from floating away and found himself momentarily distracted by the feel of her form. His eyes were riveted to the perfect shape of her butt augmented by the tattered tight-fitting wetsuit. He snapped himself out of it as he gingerly turned the woman’s body over. Her hair flowed over her head, concealing her face. He moved his hand towards her face to remove the hair and accidentally brushed the tip of her breast. His hand froze as his eyes looked to her chest and he swore he could almost make out her erect nipples pushing through the constricting suit. He saw the zipper locked at the top of the high-neck collar, and followed it down the hills and valleys of her body. The bottom of the zipper stopped just below her crotch, hinting at the camel toe shape of her slit inside. He reached out to touch her thigh lightly near the zipper’s end, a move he did without thinking, but he overwhelmed with the desire to touch her there - everywhere. He tore himself away from his lust-filled thoughts and gaze to her hair-covered face. He turned to remove the water soaked hair from her face to reveal her steel-blue eyes staring lazily and unfocused into space. Her mouth was relaxed, lips parted to show her perfect front teeth. He noticed the hint of a swollen tongue behind her teeth and lower lip. He bent to closer to study her slack face, seeing the kind and gentle features, realizing she can’t be older than twenty!

Joe places an apologetic hand on her cold, soft cheek. “Damn, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, slowly running his fingers down to her chin just below her lower lip. “I only wish I….”

His voice trails off as a wash of realization pours over his face as he stands to scans the shoreline. It is still completely deserted as he spots his truck in the parking area, spurring an idea. Taking hold of Laurel’s right ankle, Joe slowly makes his way to shore. He drags her body by the ankles next to his cooler as he begins to hurriedly gather his gear. Once gathered, he runs to his truck to stow it in the passenger side of the cab, and quickly sprints back down to the beach where the girl’s body still lays. Adrenaline overrides his exhaustion as he lifts her body and drapes it over his shoulder. He hurries to his truck again, her limp body shaking at every rushed movement. He reaches the driver’s side of the truck and quickly dumps her body carelessly into the bed of the truck. He ignores the meaty thump sound of her body as it lands at an awkward angle in the back of the truck. Joe is busy scanning his surroundings to be sure no one has seen him. Satisfied, he steps into the cab and fumbles for his keys. The rush of adrenaline and aroused excitement has left his body shaking uncontrollably. He curses at his hands as he drops the keys in his lap. He rests control of himself, taking in a deep breath though his nose and blowing out his mouth. He grabs his keys from his lap, feeling his erection under his ocean soaked jeans. He turns to look out the rear window to see Laurel’s body lying in a heap in his truck bed, rubbing himself for a moment before turning back to start the truck.

As the wind picks up outside, Joe turned the stubborn motor over. He revved it a little before placing it into gear and backing out of the parking slot. As he turned to drive away, the wind became stronger, blowing the beach towel Laurel left before her final trek into the water. The towel quickly saturates with seawater and sinks just under the water line. The bottle of lotion, knocked over by the wind-swept towel, is nearly buried in the sand by the same wind. The sound of Joe’s truck driving away faded as only the sounds of the surf crashing rhythmically, and the rush of wind through the tall trees lining the inner shore again accompanied the deserted beach. Nothing remained of the encounter accept the driftwood floating aimlessly in the shallows along with the remnant tree that contributed to the fates of Laurel and Joe.

[ragdoll]

PART THREE

Joe reached his cabin-style home deep in the woods, only five minutes away from his fishing spot. He parked his truck in the driveway, pressing the remote button to activate the garage door opener. As the door slowly opened upward, Joe quickly jumped out of the cab and moved to the back of the truck to open the gate. He noticed Laurel’s body had shifted to the front of the bed as he could barely reach her feet. He achieved a finger hold on her feet and pulled her legs towards him. Finally, shaking with excitement, he took hold of her ankles and pulled. He dragged her body face down until the lower half of her form was hanging over the edge of the tailgate. Joe noticed immediately that her butt was at the perfect height as it nestled against his rising manhood. He smiled absently as he slowly ran his hands along the outside of her thighs. He can felt the roughness of sand and seawater along the rubbery texture of her wetsuit as his hands stopped at the perfect shape of her bottom.

“Wow….” He breathed. His mouth was dry, unable to make a sound as the nervous energy caused him to tremble. He was ready to have her right here, RIGHT NOW. He gripped her butt hard with both hands, but fought the impulsive urge. He wanted to take it slow and explore this new horizon in every detail he could imagine. There’s no way this will ever happen to me again! He thought excitedly as he rubbed himself against her soft bottom. He stopped and wrapped his arms around her chest below her armpits and lifted her up. He carried her limp form to the open garage like a child carrying a giant ragdoll. Her head and limbs flopped around at Joe’s movements as he stepped toward the garage.

Once inside the garage, he carelessly dropped her body to the floor as he rushed to press the garage door button located in the rear, by the laundry room entrance. He watched with anxiousness as the door slowly rolled shut. As soon as it shut he raced back to where Laurel’s body lay in a heap to focus above him. Fastened to the reinforced rafters was an engine wench Joe installed to help keep his truck’s engine in top shape. The wench had a long horizontal bar with chains and straps fastened to each end. To his far right of the wench, hanging by the power cord just above his head, was the wench control box. He reached to pull the box down and pressed the “DOWN” button. At the whirring sound of the electric motor, the horizontal bar began to lower on its steal cable. The chains clink and ring metallically against the bar as it slowly turns on its perpendicular axis. Joe reached to stop the spin as it lowered within reach. He continued to hang on to the bar as it lowered to his knees. He pressed the “STOP” button and the cable abruptly halted, forcing the chains to jingle. He released his grip on the control box and the bar as he looked down at Laurel’s body lying at an odd angle. Taking hold of her right arm, Joe tied her right wrist to one end of the bar strap, and then does the same for her left wrist on the opposite end of the bar. Positive she's secured; he pressed the “UP” button to lift the bar. Her body is slowly lifted as her arms begin to stretch in the position of a "Y", carrying her dead weight. Joe quickly pressed the “STOP” button as her feet began to hover an inch or two above the floor. He was now even in height to her as he gazes at her suspended form. Her head hung forward and her dripping wet hair obscured her face. He pushed her head back, moving her wet hair out of the way to expose her neck. Her unfocused stare was directed towards the ceiling, mouth open slightly. With his right hand he touched the cold, smooth skin of her throat as he slowly ran his touch down to the base of her neck. Salivating with barely controlled desire, he moved in to caress her throat with his warm and wet lips. He found the zipper just below the base of her neck and pulled, unzipping the wetsuit all the way down to the end between her perfect thighs. Once there he took both hands and tucked them underneath her wetsuit as he traveled upward to cup her bikini covered breasts, exploring their shape as he gently fondled them under her wetsuit. He can feel himself rise and stiffen as he brushed his lips along the base of her neck, and again moved downward until his face is between the expose cleavage of her breasts. He aggressively wrapped his left arm around her waist and with his other hand he pulled away the left side of her wetsuit and bikini. Joe gazed hungrily at her pale pink nipple as he cupped her breast and offered her nipple to his mouth. He hugged his lips gently around her areola as he sucked gently, tasting the salt of the ocean in his mouth and forcing him to salivate more. He explored Laurel’s nipple inside his mouth with his tongue, occasionally nipping it with his teeth. His hunger for her breast was heightened, as he pulled her in pressing her body against his as he continued to mouth her left breast. He breaks away out of breath, taking a step back to admire her body and still shaking with desire. He can see her head hanging back, her mouth open as if pleading for him not to stop. He studied her wetsuit as if trying to solve a puzzle. A wash of realization appeared on his face as he reached for his knife on his belt. He pulled it out of its sheath and excitedly stepped close to Laurel’s left arm. He studied the material of the wetsuit sleeve, running his fingers down the length of her arm. His hand passed her armpit to the side of her chest where he could sense the ridges of her ribcage through the wetsuit. His eyes shifted instinctively to her exposed left breast, Laurel’s nipple was still hard as it glistened from his mouth’s saliva. He reached to gently touch her nipple with his fingertip before he tore himself away and took his knife to carefully cut the length of her left wetsuit sleeve. The left side of her wetsuit dropped away revealing the left side of her upper body, showing the left side of her bikini pushed aside to expose her breast and the sheen of her wet, pale skin. He repeated the process of cutting through her right sleeve as it fell away to reveal Laurel’s upper body and ample breasts, one still concealed by her bikini top. His shaking begins to annoy him slightly as he tries to bring it under control.

“Dammit, Joe!” he exclaimed to himself in a strong whisper. “Get a hold of yourself. Jesus!” With that, he threw the knife towards the back of the garage. The knife tip embedded into the wood wall with a dull twong sound. The violent act surprisingly calmed his anxious body as he felt himself move smoothly and with purpose towards Laurel’s lifeless body suspended before him. All he could see was a young woman’s sweet and perfect body willingly open to his desires and manipulations – forever pleading for him to ravish her unabated.

He smiled appreciatively at her body as he looked to study her belly button, which he noticed to be a small vertical slit marking her flat, stretched stomach. He smiled again at the belly button as a symbol of things to come with her slit of ultimate desire just inches below this sensual landmark. He easily removed her wetsuit while resting on his knees, immediately discarding it as he kissed her belly button, forcing the tip of his tongue inside the tiny cavity. His hands gripped the soft, smooth flesh of her waist as he pulled her stomach close, pressing his lips against her midsection. He slowly pulled his head back without loosening his grip as his eyes drifted downward to the camel toe shape of her soaked bikini bottom. He smiled satisfactorily at the obvious evidence she was shaved underneath. He shook his head with a grin at just how lucky he was as he placed a gentle fingertip against her bikini-covered slit. He slowly stands, running his hands over her calves, thighs and resting them on her soft hips. He slowly ran his hands down her butt, and decided to turn her around to admire the soft, perfect roundness of her butt. He squeezed her butt as he ran his hands around to her front, gripping her soft waist. He firmly pressed the soft flesh of her ass against his manhood. He was momentarily blinded by the overwhelming desire to thrust himself inside her, but instead turned her back around, gripping her butt hard as he pulled her lower body against his hard-on bulging in his blue jeans. He took hold of her left breast with his lips and teeth, nibbling and sucking on her nipple. He felt himself boiling over with desire, but he couldn’t let that happen! He released his grip on her butt; letting her body swing freely as he caught himself, not wanting to cum in his pants.

“No!” Joe exclaimed audibly to himself as he stepped away. “Not like this!”

He watched her perfect female form as Laurel’s body slowly stopped its swinging and jiggling from his aggressive hold on her.

“God, you are so hot!” he stated loudly and thankfully at her. “I just….!” He stopped himself from screaming out the next few words. “I just,” he continued in a strong, forceful whisper. “I just want to FUCK you so bad!”

Off to his right he caught a glimpse of his knife in the wall. He looked back at Laurel’s suspended body, eyeing her bikini in particular. He quickly stepped over to the rear wall and effortlessly yanked the knife out. He turned to quickly step up to her back, stared at her bikini top strap tied in a bow, obscured by her hanging wet hair. With his free hand, he pushed Laurel’s head away from him, allowing it to flop forward. He took the knife and cut the shoulder straps, including the back strap, of her bikini top. He watched as gravity allowed the wet top to fall to the cement floor with a slap. He turned her body to face him, and placed his free hand on her right breast to stop her turning motion. He marveled at how perfectly it fit in his large hand as he gently squeezed the soft mound of flesh, feeling the nipple pressing against his palm. He slowly pulled his hand away, letting his fingertips run over the soft breast to surround her areola. Once there, he traced Laurel’s breast with his index finger, drawing circles around her nipple before finally removing his finger. He replaced it with the tip of his tongue, followed by his lips as they engulf her areola as he nibbled her nipple with his teeth. Finally, after playing with her nipple with his teeth and tongue, he pulled away from her breast; his front teeth kept a gentle grip on her nipple. Her breast stretched to a near-conical shape before he let go. He watched as her right breast quickly bounced and jiggled back into place, admiring its perfect shape even when gravity had a hold of it – both of them! He turned her around to face away from him once more as he knelt and gently cut the straps off her bikini bottom. Again, he let gravity pull the wet bikini to the floor, landing with a similar wet slap sound. Before him, at eye level, was the most perfect female ass he’d ever seen. He absently dropped his knife as he placed his hands on the wonderment of her smooth flesh. His hands gripped and squeezed her butt cheeks as his mouth began to salivate again from unbridled desire to have her COMPLETELY. Shifting on his knees, he moved in to bite her right ass cheek, growling with desire. After a brief moment, he caught himself and pulled his head back in concern as he inspected the deep teeth marks in Laurel’s butt cheek. Joe sighed with relief that he did not break the skin.

He looked up apologetically, “Sorry,” as he ineffectively tried to rub out the bite impression in her perfect butt, making it jiggle slightly. With anticipation, he slowly turned her around to reveal her shaved, creamy smooth skin as he immediately pressed his mouth against her labia, kissing the tender skin between her thighs. Again, he pulled away just for a moment, his mouth watering and unable to turn his eyes away from her pussy.

“I want you so bad,” he stated addictively. He hurriedly straddled her legs over his shoulders so his face was perfectly aligned with her spreading slit. With his hands firmly gripping her butt, he pressed his mouth against her blossom as his tongue explores her soft, moist flower. His hands desperately clutched the soft flesh of her bottom as he licked, nibbled and kissed her pussy like a man needing water after a week in the desert.

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PART FOUR

Joe slowly pulls his face away, breathing heavily as he gazes upward at her stomach, belly button, his eyes stopping to study her perfect breasts. The soft, hand-sized mounds seem to beckon him. His sexual instinct commands his thoughts, They need to be touched and squeezed, I need to touch them, squeeze them, and so much more! He slowly removes her thighs off his shoulders and gently places an open hand over her not-so-private area as if to thank her, sensing the cooling wetness of his oral pleasure. He stands ever so slowly, letting his hand run over her smooth stomach, stopping momentarily to gently place his fingertip in the shallow cavity of her belly button. Joe continues to slide his hand upward in pace with his motion to stand. He stands fully erect (in more ways than one) as his hand passes between her breasts to her rest on her throat. He uses both of his hands to take her by the neck and head, moving it forward so he can stare at her peaceful face. Her mouth is slack; her tongue relaxed resting atop her bottom row of teeth. Her mouth, her full lips seem to yearn for his, hungry for his passion. Joe does not resist as he opens his mouth to match hers and kisses her, gently at first, then hard and deep. His tongue explores her mouth, playing a little with her relaxed tongue. He maneuvers her head so he can kisses her chin, across her jaw line, finding her ear lobe and finally moving slowly down to her throat. Not letting go, he pulls his head back and stares eagerly at her face one more time. Joe takes one hand to caress her naturally pouty lips with the tip of his forefinger, then slowly, deliberately, pokes his finger inside her mouth touching her tongue, feeling it soft texture and slowly pulls it out.

Joe removes his grip to let her head fall forward as he takes a few steps back to study her perfect body hanging by her wrists, seeing her toes dangling just inches above the garage floor. Though it's a cool fall day and it has begun to rain outside, Joe feels the heat wave of passion coursing through his body. He sweats from this unbridled urge as he pulls off his sweat-soaked t-shirt, throwing it absently to a far corner of the garage, his eyes locked on her body. He thinks a moment and decides on a different venue. He moves to the control box and lowers her body far enough to reach her wrists; her legs bend at the knees as her feet touch the floor. For a moment, because of her position, it appears as if she is pleading for Joe to take her in this limp show of praise. This only reinforces his swelling erection for her as he unties one of her wrist. Laurel’s arm falls immediately from being released as her body's weight shifts, swings and turns ever so slowly on the remaining tied wrist. Her other wrist is too taught as it carries all her weight, so Joe places his arm under her loose arm pit, grips her back, and lifts her just enough to untie the other wrist. He catches her body as her other wrist falls free from the bonds. He holds her a moment in a one-sided embrace of passion, her head has fallen back to reveal her beautiful features. He stares at her open mouth, feeling himself swell against her body pressing against him. He studies her unfocused eyes, marveling at the steel blue color. His eyes follow down the bridge of her small nose to her full lips. Laurel’s open mouth and slightly swollen tongue appear to hunger for his kiss. He doesn’t disappoint as he moves to kiss her mouth once more, feeling the pleasure of her soft lips and moist tongue. His mind races at lightning speed, charged by his lips embrace upon her mouth. I must have her! His instinct commands his heart.

He pulls away, his heart pounding. “I have to!” he states breathlessly to her vacant face. “This is my only chance. I’ve got do something about this!”

He lifts her up and carries her in his arms. He is surprised at how little she weighs, but he attributes it to his overwhelming desire giving him the strength to carry her soft, perfect form. He quickly, but carefully, carries her away to the back door that leads to the main house.

Joe enters his home excitedly carrying his prize over his shoulder, as he finds his way to his living room. Situated in the middle of his living room is a modest couch facing his entertainment center. The surrounding walls are cluttered with shelves full of books and a few nick-knacks and photos. He positions himself behind the couch and carefully drapes her body over the backrest of the couch. Joe studies her flaccid body as it slowly settles in an odd position on the cushions while her lower body dangles over the back of the couch. He slowly, deliberately, flips her body over onto her stomach, exposing the perfect lines of her back, butt and thighs. Her head and arms lay at odd angles as the weight of her body presses them into the seat cushions. Again, he discovers her perfectly shaped butt is the perfect height to his hardened manhood. He slowly, aggressively presses himself against her, forcing Laurel’s legs to spread wide. Gripping her hip tight with one hand, he runs his free hand slowly down the back of her neck to the beginning crease of her butt. Once there, he spreads his fingers to cup as much of her fleshy backside, gently squeezing. His other hand joins in the fun fondle of her soft, smooth butt. He continues to run his hands down her thighs, over the backs of knee joints to her firm calves, then reverses the movement slowly back until his hands rest once more on her bottom.

“My god,” he breathes, admiring the shape of her butt. “Your ass is so fine!”

His erection aches for release, as he touches himself as if to calm his desires. Instead of calming him it urges him to quickly unfasten his blue jeans and, in one aggressive movement, removes his jeans and underwear in one move. Joe kicks them away as he repositions between her legs, his hardened penis rests between her buttocks. He shifts his hips back allowing room to maneuver his tip to rest just outside her opening. Slowly, with great enjoyment, he pushes inward, his hands griping her thighs and spreading them further as he slowly enters her body. The feeling is near breath taking as he squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head back and moans, struggling to control his breathing. A few seconds go by before he finds his control as he begins to slowly pullout stopping just before the tip, then pushing inward once more. He continues this methodical movement, shifting slowly to a faster pace until he is pumping hard and fast. His movements are so energetic that her whole body jiggles and shakes at the pounding movements. His breathing is heavy and fast as he grunts and yells uncontrollably, nearly pushes her off the couch. His strong grip on her hips and waist prevent this disaster as he yanks her body aggressively back into position. His rhythm broken for just a brief moment, he returns quickly to the vigorous pace. He accentuates his momentum by furiously pulling her hips towards him with each forceful thrust. Suddenly, he feels the surge of his manhood as it throbs uncontrollably inside her nearly losing his breath. His stomach muscles tense as the throbbing continues forcing him to bend forward and lay on top of her, his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The weigh of Joe’s body atop of hers forces seawater out of Laurel’s lungs, spilling out of her mouth. The water is quickly absorbed into the seat cushion, leaving a large water stain. Finally, his climax subsides to intermittent throbs, but his gasps for air remain as he tries to control his breathing. Then, his muscles relax as he rests his full weight on top of her, still feeling hard inside of her, panting heavily. This feels so right, he thinks to himself. So comfortable to be inside of her. He remains in this position for several minutes, slowly gropes her breasts while he rests and catches his breath. He finally feels his penis relax as his breath calms.

Joe releases his grip on her breasts and pulls out, taking a step back to admire Laurel’s body position and the lovely shape of her legs spread wide and butt in its inviting position. He slowly nods with satisfaction that he's given her what she deserved in life. He feels a bit sad that she didn't have that chance, but it was his way to show appreciation for entering his life at this moment.

"Thank you,” he whispers as continues to stare at her with tired, grateful eyes.

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PART FIVE - FINAL

The sun is just an hour shy of setting as Joe pulls his pants back on and a new t-shirt - never far from Laurel’s beautiful body still propped on the couch as he left her. He finishes tying his shoes and stands looking with admiration at her smooth from draped over the couch. He steps toward her placing gentle hands on her buttocks, caressing the cold, smooth skin. With some effort, he slowly turns her body over, watching her flop over; her head falls back over the edge of the seat cushion. Joe stares at her exposed neck as places his right hand over her pussy. Both of his hands slowly travel over the surface of her milky skin forcing him to lean over her. Hi hips and lower region press hard against her between her legs as his hands rub over her belly button. Joe’s hands reach the subtle ridges of her rib cage and stop for a moment to rest his hands upon her breasts. There he fondles them one last time before he leans over even further, almost lying on top of her to grab her arms, which are hanging over the edge of the couch. Taking her wrist he pulls back, right himself to get better leverage to lift her up. He takes a strong hold of her back as he presses his right shoulder into her stomach and slowly drapes her body over his shoulder, as he stands upright. He notices immediately that Laurel seems heavier now as if she doesn't want her body moved. Sorry, he thinks regretfully. I must. This can’t last forever. He slowly makes the somber journey to his truck, where he decides to place her in the passenger side of the truck cab. He tries to sit her up, but she fall over sideways, he doesn’t try to right her, thankful for another view of her perfect ass. He slowly shuts the passenger door and moves around to the driver’s side. He has to lift her head out of the way so he can get in and sit properly in his seat. Joe places her head on his lap as he gently caresses her cheek and neck. He removes his hand from her to turn the ignition. Once the truck is started, he gently places his hand on Laurel’s right shoulder and slowly slides it down her arm as he drives away from his house towards the ocean once more.

Joe reaches the shoreline, places the truck in park, turns off the motor and stares sadly at the setting sun. He turns his sad gaze to look down at Laurel’s naked form resting on the seat next to him. He looks down at her peaceful face, eye’s staring forever unfocused, tongue swollen forcing her mouth to open halfway. He touches her lips with his index finger, tracing the supple violet-blue skin, the pulls away as he slowly turns to exit the truck. He moves to the passenger side and opens the door and hesitates, staring at her butt and thighs, following the lines of her body to her flat stomach, breasts and finally her open mouth again. Reluctantly he takes hold of her ankles and pulls her close, her legs straddling his hips as he lifts her body towards him in one final embrace. After a tender moment of holding her in a farewell hug, he lifts her body from the truck and cradles her in his arms. Her head falls back as he slowly steps towards the edge of the ocean. He doesn’t stop until he's waist deep in the water. He takes another look at the deep orange sun as he slowly lowers her buoyant body in the water and gently pushes her out towards deeper waters. Her body slowly turns over to face downward as it lazily drifts away. Eventually, Laurel’s body sinks as water freely enters her lungs and stomach. Joe regretfully turns away and walks towards shore already wishing to retrieve her for one last embrace of passion. He fights the urge as he makes his way back to his truck. He enters and waits a moment as the sun finally sets leaving a bluish hue of ambient light over the entire shoreline. He starts his truck and backs out of the parking spot and turns to drive away. Behind him darkness blankets the sky like a sad punctuation at the end of a passion filled day.

[Sinope!]

Great job Jessi. Beautifully written story.

[ragdoll]

Sinope!, on 06 March 2012 - 01:12 AM, said:

Great job Jessi. Beautifully written story.

Thank you!