Give Me Liberty

It started as a joke, and then became a dare. She was terrified, and also excited. They were camping at a state park. Near the campground was a historic site. It was closed at night, but they'd been drinking and wandered over. The historic cabins were all locked, but for some reason there was no lock on the stockade. In fact, some vandal had painted 'free fuck' on the plank. It must have been a joke. And that's what started them laughing about who would go into the stocks.

She said she would, embolden by the alchohol. Of course, that's before there was any discussion that she'd have to do it naked.

It took some cajoling to get her to agree to strip. But she was very drunk--and also someone who loved a good thrill and challenge. After a few minutes, she was buck naked, her body locked in the stocks.

They both laughed. Then he stepped back and took a picture. 

"Ok, you've had your fun," she said. "Get me out of here before we get caught." There was always the chance that another camper was taking an evening stroll around the state park. Or a patrolling ranger.

She called out again to be released, but nothing happened. For the first time, she realized she was, actually, completely helpless. With her arms pinned back and her upper body pushed forward, there was no way she could straighten up. She couldn't pull her arms through the holes. She couldn't move at all. She became aware of the cold night air on her exposed bottom. The sound of the crickets. 

"Very funny," she said, panic in her voice.

She thought maybe he'd walked off as a joke. What she didn't realize was that the site of her bare bottom, restrained and exposed, had suddenly and unexpectedly aroused him in a way he'd never felt before. He'd gotten a stiff erection, which he'd begun to stroke as he stared at her helplessness. It wasn't at all like looking at his girlfriend, or at any girl. It was like a wall framing a perfectly bare ass, that was bent up just enough to offer up a glimpse of smooth pink lips. He was going to fuck her, he knew. And there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing she could do, either, and that's what made it so thrilling.

She heard one footstep before she felt the tip of his cock pressing in. He didn't even hesitate, but thrust. She was already a little wet with excitement, and he had been moist with pre-cum, and his cock slid in. She hoped it was his cock. For all she knew, he could have waked away. It could be the ranger taking advantage of her. She could have screamed, but what if it was her boyfriend? She didn't want to get busted. How would she explain? And besides, the cock was thrusting with firm steady strokes, and starting to feel really good. As she relaxed, and stopped fighting against the restraint of the wood, she realized it was holding her up. She didn't have to do anything. Her body was being suspended, bent into a perfect position for the cock to be bumping up against her g-spot. It felt big and deep inside her. She realized she would cum like this.

As he fucked her, he looked down at her ass, pale in the moonlight. His eyes fixed on the graffiti, Free Fuck. He stared at the words as he pumped in and out. It didn't feel like he was fucking his girlfriend; instead he thought about how old the stockage was, and if other women had been in this same position. And then he imagined that he was not in the present but in the bygone years of the village and that one of the women had been punished--perhaps for adultery--and left out for one night as her sentence. He imagined he was a young man of the village, and that he, under cover of darkness, and with no chance of the woman knowing her perpetrator, was taking his pleasure. This idea so grabbed his imagination that soon he was pounding harder and harder and then shooting his load deep inside her quivering pussy.

He continued with a few more firm strokes, and then let his cock soften and slide out. He stepped back several feet to take in the scene. He was in the shadows, but the stockade and her bare skin were softly lit in the moonlight. Just then he heard a noise. 

The park ranger was making his final rounds. His flashlight was bobbing around, double checking locks, and making a sweep of the historic village site to make sure there were no overnight campers or teenagers with beers. 

She heard the footsteps, but didn't know who was coming. Her boyfriend was frozen in the shadows. He didn't want to try to move and free her from the stockades; the noise would guarantee that the ranger would hear it and come over immediately. Maybe he'd pass by. Maybe he wouldn't check by the stockade if they kept silent. 

As he waited, and listened, he noticed that his cum was starting to leak from her. It was dripping and running down her leg and making small dark spots on the dirt. He had never seen anything so raw and so sexual. It caused a strange thought to enter his mind. He pictured the ranger coming over to her, seeing her, and just as her boyfriend had, getting an instant erection, dropping his pants, and mounting her to take his pleasure. He was really getting into his fantasy of watching the ranger fucking her, when the scene was interrupted. 

"Ma'am," said the ranger. His flashlight had swept over her, and he'd caught a brief glimpse of her, bare chested, in the stocks. He was standing on the other side of the stockade and couldn't see her bare ass, or her freshly fucked cunt, now dripping with cum. Or her boyfriend in the shadows. He might have seen her flushed cheeks, or her nipples hard in the cold night air. But his flashlight was pointed at the ground, and his eyes, not adjusted to the natural moonlight, really couldn't see anything. "Ma'am," he said again. "Unless you tell me otherwise, I'm going to assume you are with someone who can release you. If so, please be advised that the park is closed." He turned around and started back toward the campground. Then he stopped, and without turning back, added: "For the record... don't feel too bad. You're not the first person. This happens about once a week." Then he and his flashlight disappeared into the night.

After he was clear, her boyfriend rushed up and freed her from the stockade. She grabbed her clothes, and they both raced back to the campground and didn't stop until they were safely back in their tent. Then they had a good laugh and realized they were shaking with cold and adrenaline. 

They crawled inside their sleeping bag, and for the second time, joined bodies. Each in their mind held a fantasy, and played it over and over as they fucked. It made their individual orgasms stronger, and doing so, made them climax together even harder. But each kept their thoughts private. Although they had been through the experience together, it had released in them ideas they'd never harbored, erotic and dark.