Wet Waterfall – Part 1 (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
This is a fictional story. However, so much of it is based on things my Melody and I have done in our 30+ years of marriage. The beautiful waterfall is a real place. In essence, this is a fantasy I’ve had ever since we went to these falls right after our honeymoon. We’ve acted out many different parts of this fantasy in other places, but not really at this waterfall. But a man can dream . . .
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I always considered waterfalls beautiful. But when I saw this waterfall, right after our honeymoon, I was intrigued and stunned by its beauty. We all went to explore it—me, my wife Melody, and our kids, who were from my first marriage. To get to the waterfall, we had to step on boulders, smaller half-submerged rocks, and wade in knee-deep water, which even became waist-deep at times.
Now, a year later, we had gotten up early on this vacation day. We were visiting my wife’s parents, as we did every summer.
We were a little sexually frustrated on this trip because my in-laws lived in a small house, and we had little true privacy. My wife’s parents lived 40 miles from this waterfall, so we made the reasonably short trip out there. But this time, we left our kids with their grandparents. It was going to be a warm summer day, and we wanted the falls to ourselves. Normally, on a summer day, many people would come to wade below the falls and right up to the waterfall. However, we made it a point to get there very early so we could “play” together without any audience but God.
My wife was beautiful in her striped purple and teal swimsuit. The suit struggled to contain her ample breasts, and I was enjoying the view. She also looked terribly cute with her short, dark brown, wavy, and curled hair. (If you are from my era, think Sheena Easton hair.)
My wife was fit and curvy. Getting married to her a year before had turned me into even more of a “boob man” than I already was! Her voluptuous breasts were magnificent! But the first thing you would notice about Melody were her large, beautiful Norwegian eyes!
I myself was slender with a very muscular back and decent biceps and pecs. But my wife often told me that I had nice eyes and a nice butt. Our hair was the same dark brown color.
We went hand in hand over the rocks, then waded into the water as we approached the falls. They were magnificent up close. The falling water came from 50 feet (or 15 meters) up. It sounded like a roaring train going by.
We moved over to one side where there were boulders at the base of the cliff of the small canyon. There, my Melody and I embraced and kissed. Then we kissed a lot more deeply. Our tongues danced as we held each other close. I could feel myself hardening down south.
Melody felt my hardening cock up against her tummy, and she pushed herself into me. My dick was flattened against our flat tummies and pointed true north.
“Ya seem to have a problem,” Melody said loudly into my ear. Talking normally was impossible because of the waterfall noise.
“Would you like to fix my problem?” I nearly shouted back.
“Let’s make your problem worse first!” she shouted and leaned back on the smooth canyon wall. The steep wall in the lower part of the canyon was about a 70-degree angle, allowing Melody to recline against it. As she leaned back, she pulled her arms free of her swimsuit, allowing her voluptuous breasts to escape.
What a vista! Beautiful moss-covered rocks framed my wife’s beautiful, naked, bounteous breasts and beautiful face. She did the “come hither” motion with one hand, then cupped both breasts on the outsides. She offered me those tasty tah-tahs by saying, “Don’t ya want some of these?”
Of course I did! I leaned in and began to orally minister to each tit and nipple in turn. Melody reached down and pulled down my swim trunks, and she began pumping my rod. So I slid her swimsuit to one side and began stroking her pussy. She was wet! and I don’t mean just the water’s sheen on her porcelain Nordic skin. Her pussy was wet with her own slippery juices.
“Mmmmmm!” she said. “Feels so good! But I want you to put your tongue inside me!”
That was her code sentence for “Lick and tongue my pussy and clit!” I wouldn’t—and couldn’t—resist that invitation to orally love on her tasty twat!
I slid down her body and kneeled between her open legs in the thigh-high water, and I surprised her by immediately thrusting my tongue deep into her already well-lubed pussy.
“Oh YES!” she gasped out. Then I began licking her pussy from deep inside up to her clitoris. She began thrusting her pelvis, and before long, I just knelt there with my tongue extended and she fucked my tongue!
Finally, she took hold of my arms, then my hands to pull me up, and she demanded loudly, “I need you in my pussy NOW! I need you to FUCK me hard, NOW!”
She lifted one leg up and rested her foot on a low ledge. This opened her up for deep penetration fucking face to face, and I certainly wasn’t going to resist this invitation either. I lined up my cock and slid into her live love tunnel. What a sensational sensation!
We were surrounded by the beauty of nature. My beautiful wife taking me into her body was beyond description. I leaned over and held her close and felt her soft, bare tits and hard nipples up against my bare pecs. Meanwhile, we fucked in a fit of pure passion! I had slid in effortlessly because her pussy was so wet and not just with water.
I say it was pure passion because God has commanded married couples to be one flesh. We were certainly “one fleshing!”
“I—love—you!” I shouted, accompanied by three very hard and deep thrusts of cock in her cunt.
“I—love—you—too!” she shouted back with four more deep fucking thrusts.
I kissed her, and my tongue resumed fucking her—only now my tongue was fucking her lovely mouth like it had been fucking her pussy. In fact, my tongue was matching what my big, hard dick was now doing to her pussy. And she was thrusting her tongue and pussy as well. We had a perfect erotic rhythm.
We were fucking pretty close to the noisy waterfall, so I wasn’t worried about Melody’s or my gasps and grunts being heard—at least until she cried out, “I’m coming! I’M COMING!” Then I was a little worried. But her pussy pulsations put any thoughts of caution completely out of my mind! I came hard with her, with my cum filling her pulsating pussy!
Then we heard people. They were on the trail above us with no line of sight. But we’d be visible once they made it down into the small canyon. I disappointedly slid out of Melody’s still-pulsating pussy. (Those post-orgasmic pussy pulsations take a while to subside.)
“I wanna cum some more!” she complained.
But I took her hand and led her along the canyon wall around behind the falls. The falls were amazing from behind. A small cave, like a ledge, was behind the falls. But best of all, we were completely hidden. Even if the other visitors were planning to come down where we were, they would take several minutes to get here. That gave us more time to play.
Melody, with her bare boobs and a sexy gleam in her eyes, now led me over to the cave ledge. She pulled her swimsuit down and completely off, so I did the same with mine. Then she sat down on the shelf of the cave, with her legs dangling in the water, took hold of my shaft, and thrust her mouth over half my cock. She pumped the other half with one hand as she rocked my world with an incredible blow job. She finally stopped before I came a second time, and stood up and turned around.
“That was fun!” she yelled, “But fuck me some more! I want more of my present in my pussy!”
(Her “present” is my cum filling up her cunt.)
I was blessed to be very multiorgasmic, and back then, several orgasms in one sex session were common. Melody was also often able to cum several times.
I stood in the shallow water, and my sexy wife kneeled on the edge of the cave’s shelf. She was facing away from me and offering her pussy in doggy style. I palmed the sides of her shapely butt and pulled her onto my cock, and I pulled hard!
“Y-yes! Like that!” she cried, facilitating my thrusts by rocking back onto my cock. After a little while, she said, “Hold still. Let me fuck you!” (Remember that we were having to yell all this to be heard over the waterfall’s roar.)
I held still as she repeatedly rocked forward and back onto my cock for a couple of minutes. Then she surprised me by moving a little further onto the ledge and up into the shallow cave. My swollen cock popped out of her swollen pussy. She flipped over and lay down on her back on the sand with her feet dangling in the water and her sexy, smooth Nordic legs opened wide.
“Put your tongue in my pussy again,” she said in her husky sex voice. Since we were a little way into the cave now, we didn’t need to shout quite as loudly to be heard. She added, “Lick my puuusssyyy again, PLEASE!”
Of course, I knelt in the water and dove back into that very pleasant pussy experience. Did I mention how good her pussy tastes? Plus, there were some remnants of her present (my cum) still inside her.
“Mmmmm!” I said with a shout. “We are surrounded by the beauties of God’s Nature and yet you are the most beautiful part of this scene—and the most tasty part too!”
Then I slid two curled fingers into her pussy and began working on her G-spot. We had learned about the G-spot in the first weeks of our marriage, and she definitely had one. I also tongue-flicked her clitoris as my fingers moved fast, pumping her pussy.
“Y-y-yessss!” Melody cooed. “Th-that f-feels s-so g-good!”
(Melody only stutters when deeply sexually aroused. I call it her “vixen mode.”)
Finally, I sensed how ready she was, and that she was very close to cumming. I slid up on top of her body, and she slid deeper into the shallow cave. Then we shared a cummy pussy-tasting kiss just as my still hard cock plunged into her wet cunt once again!
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she said as I started to fuck her again.
And then her back arched off the sand, and her pussy began caressing my cock in a pulsating way. Her second orgasm had arrived fast!
That triggered mine, and it felt like I came with an eruption of cum like the water rushing down the waterfall! I know it wasn’t the hundreds of gallons per second that came down the waterfall, but it sure felt like that!
We both dipped in the water to wash the sand off. I held my wife, my Melody, and couldn’t believe that I’d been so blessed to have her. I told her so, once again having to shout. She expressed the same sentiments about having and loving me.
But she added, “How about round three? I mean, I could do it again!”
To be continued next week in Part 2.
Wow LM! I think this may be your hottest story yet! Wow. I had no trouble picturing the two of you “one-fleshing” in that setting. It was very erotic and I can’t wait for part 2!
It’s always fun when my imagination gets inspired by some of my reality. Thank you for your compliment.
Absolutely loved it lovingman!! You always write such good stories. Stay horny my friend.
Thank you GG. I’ve always thought your sexy stories were the best on MH or anywhere else!
Hey Gina,
How is your recovery from the stroke?
I trust you reading here is a good sign.
Did you get horny, did you manage to masturbate yourself?
Love Sarah K.
Fabulous story LovingMan, I am pleased to say I got very horny and frigged myself.
(As I write this I sit here having under my skirt, my knickers pleasantly wet and cummed in).
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I counted how many times you used the word "fuck", twelve times. 🙂
On a secular website I posted a story on the origins of the word "frig".
< From the 15th century until the late 16th century, “frig” was an innocent verb in English, meaning to move rapidly, to rub, or to chafe. It was its own word.
By the late 16th century, “frig” had taken on a sexual meaning, referring specifically to masturbation, and usually female masturbation. >
What I like about the word "frig" is that it has not corrupted into a swear word, sadly, "fuck" is frequently used as a swear word, as is (disgracefully) also the name of our Lord.
fuck(n.)
1670s, "an act of sexual intercourse," from fuck (v.).
< We know that fuck is of Germanic origin, with a root that means to strike or to move back and forth. Note that is Germanic and not German—an important distinction. It does not come from the modern German verb ficken. Instead, these two words probably share a common root. Fuck also has cognates in other Northern European languages: the Middle Dutch fokken meaning to thrust, to copulate; the dialectical Norwegian fukka meaning to copulate; and the dialectical Swedish focka meaning to strike, push, copulate, and fock meaning penis. And both French and Italian have similar words, foutre and fottere respectively. These derive from the Latin futuere. The relation between this Latin root and the Germanic ones, if any, is uncertain. >
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I had been contemplating recently on the word "fuck", should we as Christians be using it? Not just in private talk, but wider?
"Sex" is a broad word, and does not specify action, when we talk of sex, what are we meaning? Vaginal sex/sexual intercourse, oral sex, solo sex, hand sex? "Fuck" evokes passion and movement. As it's proper origin means to thrust, move back and forth, I think we should restore it to its origin for sexual intercourse, and as Christians more freely use it.
We should also fight against "fuck" being used as a swear word, I dislike swearing in general, I do feel words like "shit", or "bugger" acceptable, but not "fuck"!
That LovingMan used "fuck" 12 times. 12, the number of the fullness of the peoples.
12, the fullness of the love and fucking of LovingMan and Melody.
My thoughts of the moment.
Sarah K.
Sarah,
This has been true for a good while – but your notes on MH are some of my favorite things to read on here.
Always heartfelt.
Often revealing in very fun ways (like reporting your recent excitement from reading). Open without being flirtatious.
Always informative.
Always interesting and to the point(s) you are making.
Always leaving me wishing you would write more.
Thank you for your part on MH.
LH
I agree that the word " Fuck "should only be used in passion and not as a swear word!
Hey Sarah! That was fascinating to learn more about the multiple origins of the word “fuck.” You really taught me some new information n I appreciate it.
I agree with you that “fuck” should not be used as a swear word. My wife n I use it usually during sex sessions or to talk about sex like, “Do ya wanna fuck n be fucked?” or “You are so fucking good at fucking!” (Said while we are actually fucking!)
It’s sad that fuck has become a dirty swear word when its proper use is so erotic! The words “fuck, fucking, fucks, etc. do indeed evoke passion when used correctly. And that’s good, not bad! Erotic in marriage is so beautiful and wonderful and it helps bind a couple together in passion n love!
I remember a comedian (Jay Leno I think) who said that telling someone you dislike “Fuck you” is wrong because fucking is a very pleasant thing. He added that what we SHOULD say is, “Audit you!” because tax audits are horrible!
I made a study of archaic sex slang and it included frig/frigging. Some of the words like fuck and frig are still in use. There are a lot of great old sex slang phrases or idioms like –
Make a green gown = sex in the grass
Make feet for small stockings = fucking to
get pregnant
Dragon riding St George or
St George riding a dragon
= cowgirl position
Cream my kitty = have sex or
take my virginity
Lady’s lollipop = penis n fellatio
There are lots more. I’ve written several married erotica romance novellas and some of those terms are used in several of my novellas. (I might publish those novellas someday. But they are way too long for MH.)
Thanks again for your kind and informative comment and I’m glad you enjoyed part 1. Part 2 is cumming…
Wow! I think that was one of my favorite stories ever, LM! It was so hot and erotic that I promptly favorited it because I want to reread it! Love your sensual descriptions! And I must say, you sound like a handsome guy yourself! 😉
Thank you LLL! You know I pray for you to find a husband you can shower with all that wonderful passion. And I love your writings.
MamaGG,
Yet another point on which we agree.
Used properly, "fuck" and "suck" are GOOD words.