On Top Of The World

Lying flat on my back and looking up into the sky makes me feel like I'm floating. I become keenly aware of everything from each little zephyr of breeze, to the sounds of the ripening wheat, to the deep, deep blue of the sky.  I become aware of my own breathing, each breath a cleansing, a rite of existence. I sense the steady, slow beating of my heart and the growing wetness between my legs.  A girls sex is hidden, secret. Without a mirror, she can't see it at all. Even more secret are its functions, the wetness, the constant release of moisture is like a benediction, a blessing into my panties. The act of revealing my sex is a conscious one. I have to remove clothing and even that isn't enough. Unlike boys, who, when naked are exposed, girls have to partake, to join in, to be actively complicent.  Naked, and with legs together, my sex is still hidden, secret. I feel the barn roof on my back, or rather, the blanket I brought with me to lie on which prevents the new roofing felt from covering my back with tiny dents.  The breeze hardens my nipples. Makes them like small pebbles of eroticism. I can orgasm just from nipple stimulation alone. It takes much longer, but the end result is glorious, an orgasm that just won't stop.  But today, I take that final step. I spread my legs, exposing my sex to the world like an opening flower. I am keenly aware of the separation of my lips, and I feel the air on my wetness. For a moment, I think back to when I first noticed it. I was 13, and my panties became stained at the end of the day, and smelled musky. I knew this was the start of my e,ergenceas a woman, and unlike other girls in my year, I welcomed it, relishing in each and every mark.  I'm aching to touch myself now. My knees are bent, and my feet are so high, they're almost touching my bum. The breeze is really working on my body! My boobs are solid with arousal! Really hard. My nipples are unbearably sensitive. The wetness between my legs has increased, and I feel a trail leaking its way down to my bum cheeks. I reach down, and pull my bum cheeks wide apart. The wetness continues its slow, snail like pace. I want to feel it touch my bum hole before I do anything, and its sweet torture to have to wait!  Finally, after an agony of waiting, the wetness from my quim kisses my bum hole and I can begin. I spend a second or two thinking about my body. My mouth. A mouth that loved the taste of cunt and cock. A mouth that will swallow everything a girl can offer, as well as every drop of a boys sperm. My tits. Those small, round bumps that respond so keenly, no matter which gender is paying them attention. My belly. How it loves to have a girl sitting astride it, feeling the warmth and dampness of her sex, or more, if she pees on me, it feels so erotic. My quim. My pussy. My cunt. My hole. A girls fingers, a boys cock, my hole welcomes all into her moist protective sheath. She loves being fucked strongly as much as she loves the soft, feminine exploration of another girls fingers. Finally, my bum. That 'forbidden' hole that gives me so much pleasure when it's being shagged, or fingered, or licked.  I reach down and feel my clit. She is engorged, full, sensitive. I caress her lovingly and she rewards me with a purr of sexual thrill that reaches deep into my womb. Before long, my quim is aching, begging to be filled. I slip two fingers inside her, and find that small area of roughened flesh that is my g spot. Ohh what a feeling! So similar to wanting to pee, yet so different too. This feeling has to be won, like the heart of a lover. One has to trust the sensations it gives. One has to work through the overwhelming desire to clamp down, to resist, to avoid peeing at any cost. Eventually, through design or accident, one gives way, and finds that the initial desire to pee transforms into an augmentation of orgasm that is so powerful, it can make me faint.....and squirt.  I feel it now, growing in intensity as it joins with the feelings in my womb.  The orgasm roars through me, and I feel a long, powerful jet squirt from my quim onto the roof. And another, and still another. My left hand is pinching my right nipple as hard as I can bear, and then more stil. The pain also transforms into sheer erotic pleasure. I cry out, moaning, swearing, filling my world with my release.  When it passes, I lay there exhausted and naked. The roof is rapidly drying from my emissions, but the blanket retains the wetness and the scent of me. I roll over onto my tummy. I love the vulnerable feeling of having my bum in the air. Anyone could,find me here and approach me and enter me. I wouldn't mind. Except, of course, Im hidden from the ground. A nice thought though. I close my eyes and doze. Half awake, half asleep. I I,shine him climbing up here, finding me. I I,whine him approaching. We both know he is there, we both know what is to come.  I feel his knees each side of my thighs, and I feel him spread my bum cheeks wide. Then I feel him position himself over my bum hole. He is gentle but firm as he pushes into me. I feel that familiar stretching that becomes a sweet stinging sensation as I accept the head of his cock. When his shaft enters me, the stinging stops and is replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness. Oh, but more than that, surely? This is forbidden, bad, naughty, unclean what we are doing. And that makes it glorious in itself. My hand is back on my clit as my mind fills in the missing feelings in my bum. I grind my hips back against him willing him in further. He fucks me up the arse so expertly, and I feel myself yielding to,another cum. This time, I need the words."oh..yes....fuck me ip the arse.....cum there....I want you to cum up my arse.....please...fuck me....fuck meeeeee" the orgasm is different. I seem to sense it in my bum hole this time. It is glorious......I I,shine him emptying his seed into ,y arse, and it makes me arch my back, pressing against my imaginary lover.  It's late when I awake, and the sun is low in the sky. At some point, my panties have blown from the roof, but it doesn't matter. Imd Not even bother dressing. I fling my top and my skirt over my shoulder and walk back naked, feeling the wheat tickle my thighs as I walk.