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By Madeline

I am walking though some remote jungle. The air is warm and humid, causing a trickle of sweat to run down my back. Huge green trees loom overhead, although bright patches of blue sky and streams of sunlight peep between the leaves overhead, illuminating them to an almost impossible shade of green. I am walking quickly, enjoying the crunch of my hiking boots on the leaves and twigs underfoot.
As I round a bend, a waterfall comes into view. The water tumbles down the hill over large mossy rocks. The water sparkles in the sunlight, falling into a pool large enough to swim in. I am tempted to just leap in, clothes and shoes and all. But I come to my senses and begin tugging off my sticky clothing.
I strip off my red tank top, my muscles slightly rippling. I sit down on the fallen tree in front of me, where I struggle to get my hiking boots off as quickly as possible. I stand up again and strip off my shorts, short black things which show off my long, tan legs. I bend my arms around my head and strip off the green sports bra which has been keeping my breasts immobile. As I awkwardly pull the bra over my head, my breasts, free from the constraint of the bra, swing and jiggle about momentarily. I strip off my underwear and step to the edge of the pool at the bottom of the waterfall.
I hesitate for a moment before diving in. My skin quivers in fear of the coldness of the water. But the water is deliciously warm and luxurious as it envelopes my skin. I play in the pool for a few minutes, flipping and rolling myself through the water, relishing the feel of my body as it moves effortlessly through the water.
I climb out of the water and stretch my arms upwards towards the sky. I squeeze some of the water out of my hair, which then rolls down my back, sending shivers up my spine. I scan around the waterfall for a sunny rock, so that I may sun myself dry. I spot one and quickly climb up to it. I stretch out on my back, my arms above my head, my hair also laid out above my head to dry. I close my eyes, feeling the warm sun on my stomach, thinking how luxurious it would be to fall asleep under the cool leaves, with the sun warming my body.
POW! I am jolted awake by a cool drop of water as it strikes my stomach. The shock awakens all of my senses, and the muscles in my stomach quiver in anticipation of another blow.
The drops of water fall slowly and irregularly at first, each one as shocking at the first. Soon a thin trickle of water forms, collecting in my belly button and rolling off my sides. I reach for the water, making it spray out in all directions with the touch of my fingers. Drops of water gently caresses my lips, my breasts, my thighs. I slowly move myself backwards on the rock, spreading my legs to expose my sex, until the water is falling right down between my open legs, onto my clitoris, flowing down across my cunt.
The sensation of the water makes my blood warm and my skin tingle, and so I lay still, completely lost in the touch of the water on me. I am completely oblivious to everything but the pleasure of the water striking me and the sun as it dances on the leaves above my head. I lay there, the water striking my clit and flowing softly over my cunt for what seems to be an eternity.
Somewhere in the depths of my brain, I hear the crack of a branch nearby. But the sound simply flows over me, and I do not become aware of it until I realize that it could mean that someone is watching me, that someone has found this remote corner of the jungle, and with it a woman pleasuring herself with the falling water.
The thought of another person watching this scene arouses me. Involuntarily, I think of having a large, hard cock thrust in me. I think of being penetrated over and over again until I fear that I will split open. The muscles of my cunt quiver, and my hips slowly grind. I imagine what this person could look like, desperately hoping him to be the fuckable type.
When I cannot stand the suspense any longer, when I am desperate to know who or what is watching me, if anyone at all, I roll over onto my stomach and get up onto my hands and knees, my eyes searching for a human body amidst the trees. Disappointed by the fact that no on seems to be watching me, I quickly glance over the area one more time.
It's his cock, hard as a rock and unbelievable huge, which catches my eye. He's standing still as stone, his hand wrapped around this cock, his eyes staring at me intently. His khaki pants lay in a heap around his ankles; his bright blue underwear is still stuck around his knees. He has no shirt on, and beads of sweat slowly roll down his broad chest. His features are dark, and his hair is slicked back from his face with sweat.
I close my eyes and slowly open them again, taking in the full effect of this sexual beast so close to me. I imagine him thrusting into me, the muscles in his arms bulging in his arms as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts . . . I imagine biting into his shoulder as he fucks me all the harder. I imagine the taste of the salt on his skin as it hits my tongue. I imagine the struggle of trying to take him into my mouth, wanting him so badly, and finally, despite the pain, wrapping my lips all the way around him huge cock.
I can hear his breath, not just in my thoughts, harsh and irregular, as if his lungs are at war with the air that he must breathe. I slowly bring my head up to look at him again, slowly taking all of him in, piece by piece. I know that if I just nod, he will be on top of me in a second, feeling my cunt with his fingers, thrusting into me with his hard cock, fucking me to take his pleasure.
I pause for a moment, torturing us both, and then begin to move towards him slowly, still on my hands and knees. My eyes are fixed on his cock, never wavering from that object of my desire. When I am just a few feet away, his hand drops from around his dick, as if it is some sort of sacrificial offering to me. When I reach it, still on my hands and knees, I wrap my lips around it and take it fully into my mouth. A second later, he gently grabs my hair, and lowers me to the ground. I lay on my back, silently begging him to fuck me, to thrust into me, to use me for his own pleasure. He slowly lowers himself onto me, kissing my stomach, gently biting my sides, fingering my cunt, feeling the wetness that has developed just in crawling over to him.
He puts his penis right on the lips of my cunt, pausing for a moment, to tease me, and then plunges into me, over and over. With each thrust, a sensation fills my sex and radiates outward, a small, uncontrollable explosion of heat racing through my body. I bite my lip, drawing blood, to prevent myself from crying out.
I can feel every inch of his dick as he thrusts into me, never pausing until his arms collapse and he comes, his hot sweaty body spasming against mine.
His forehead rests on my chest as his muscles quiet. Under him, overwhelmed, I am unable to move, unable to think.
As his breathing reaches normal rate, he very quietly mumbles, "God.. I never thought I'd make love to another woman. I know I shouldn't have what with having HIV, but you were so lovely, I just couldn't help myself........"