Oala

I was feeling really pissed off. I'd taken precautions and those precautions had turned around and stabbed me in the back.

It was a nice Spring day and I'd gone for a ride. In the early afternoon it was hot so I'd decided to take a dip in the river. There's a convenient pond up near where I was riding so I chose to visit it. I didn't have my bathers but neither did I have an audience so skinny dipping was the way to go. True, twenty is a bit old for skinny dipping but I was going solo.

The pond where I was going in was effectively enclosed by trees but with a fair bit of low scrub. I tethered my horse to a handy tree and stripped off. Not wanting to find a snake or nasty crawler inside my clothes I tucked them into the saddlebag. Also not wanting to tread on a snake, creepy crawly, or sharp rock I retained my sandals.

So there I was, nicely relaxed when a damned koala fell out of the tree and landed on my poor horse. Totally unfair if you get my drift. Koalas live in those blasted trees. They're not supposed to fall out of them. Have you ever looked at the claws on a koala? They're enormous. Having these dig into your rump when a fat koala lands on you? An obvious excuse to panic and leave for parts elsewhere.

I stood there starkers and watched my horse vanish down the trail that leads to home. I softly but distinctly said the magic word, "Fuck!" I then repeated what I'd said another three or four times, getting louder with each repetition.

Horse and clothes gone in one sweet package.

My next step was to recover my horse. Was I in a hurry? Probably more yes than no. If the fool horse calmed down and stopped to nibble I might catch him. I didn't want to sneak home nude.

I came out of the forest and onto the outer paddocks. Still good as the men had all been working the far paddocks today and they were miles away.

Turning to look towards the stables I had another surprise. The stables were way too far to be seen and I was delighted to see a rider was heading in my direction, my wayward steed in tow. I was a lot less delighted and a lot more embarrassed when it registered that the rider was Art.

Art was god's gift to girls. If you don't believe me ask Art. He's also been creeping on me lately even though I keep turning him away. I was now about to meet him while naked knowing he'll be checking out my figure. I didn't even have hands large enough to serve to cover anything.

"Fancy meeting you here, Bonnie," he called. "Your horse came home without you and I was a bit worried.

"Don't be. Just put my clothes down and go away."

"Now you know I can't do that," he said. "You've had an accident. I need to check you over to see if you're injured."

"I'm not. And stop trying to ride around me."

I'd been keeping my back to him and he'd been deliberately trying to get around to the front. Because I was trying to stay turned away, denying him a view, I didn't have him in direct view myself. That's why he was able to dismount without me guessing his intent, caught my arm, and turned me to face him.

"What the hell!" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Admiring the goods," came the quick reply, his hand coming up to cover my breast. Not cover, exactly - more fondle and caress. I could feel little shivers running up and down my spine.

"Stop that!" I snapped at him only to be met by a smiling refusal.

It continued like that for a while. He touched and poked at all those places he shouldn't. I tried struggling, swearing, demanding, and threatening, none of which worked. The only thing that even partially worked was the struggling as he couldn't ignore that. He had to put some effort into holding onto me.

At the end there I was just standing quietly, fuming, as he played with my body. Was I aroused by all the touching and foreplay? I guess you could say I was but I didn't want to be. I guess I was just grandly ignoring the arousal.

He rather abruptly moved his hands to my arms, holding me firmly. Then he seemed to twist me around, the back of my legs bumping into his leg and then I was falling. I didn't actually fall as he was still holding my arms. He used that grip to direct me into a controlled fall, leaving me flat on my back.

Before I could protest or ask what the hell he was doing he let go off me and dropped his trousers. What he intended was blatantly obvious, his erection standing tall. I was shocked. I hadn't really thought he was going to go that far. Scare me, yes, that would be Art. Fondle me, yes, that would be Art with no hesitation. Actually fuck me? No way known.

"You wouldn't," I gasped out. "You wouldn't dare."

He laughed, took his erection in one hand and bent it forward until it was sticking out rather than standing up. When he let it go it absolutely snapped back into a standing position.

"No choice," he said, sounding quite happy about not having a choice. "This is one of those 'use it or lose it' occasions. If I tried to ride like this I'd probably snap it off or have some other fearful injury. Fortunately you're here to assist with my problem."

"No way, no how," I snapped. "You have a hand. Use it."

The evil brood of a demented goblin just laughed. Then he lunged. He went from standing there, waving his flagpole, to lying on me, holding me pinned to the ground, that same flagpole pressing against me. I guess I still hadn't learned as I commenced struggling. Talk about a total waste of time. He was shifting about on top of me. I gave a small cry of fury when his hand covered my mound, followed by a louder and more aggrieved cry when he steered himself into position. Once he got himself lined up he started pushing.

His touching and teasing had got me so aroused (reluctantly) that I was hot and wet and ready for what was coming. His cock just slid into me as if it had a personal invitation, driving deep without any hesitation. As soon as his invasion was underway he caught my wrists, pinning them to either side of my head.

With me both pinned and nailed he finished driving home. With that done, his superiority established, he started fucking me in earnest. He wasn't in a hurry to get the job done, just pulling back and driving home again in a nice rhythmic manner.

He cheerfully urged me to move with him, told me how marvellous my body felt, suggesting I might enjoy it more if I put more effort into it. I didn't want to enjoy it more. I didn't want to enjoy it at all. I turned my head so I wasn't looking at him, but at the same time I knew I was moving with him, pressing up against him in time to the way he came crashing in.

He kept going and my arousal kept growing. He was muzzling me, near the end of his run and I was anticipating it, knowing I was going to climax when he did.

He didn't, did he? Somehow or other he changed his rhythm and kept going, obviously relishing his own performance. I was making the occasional odd noise, way past climax time, held back from completion by his sexual mojo. I was going to bury that man in a cesspit.

He changed what was doing again and the first I knew of it was when I exploded in a huge climax. Not really a climax so much as several climaxes firing off in quick succession, leaving me completely drained.

Art was off me and fetching my clothes. I dressed quickly, berating him the entire time.

"And I'll be pressing rape charges," I finished up.

"Rape, officer? She approached me naked, smiling."

I glared at him.

"My horse ran away with my clothes!"

"You undressed and gave the horse your clothes? Why would you do that...?"

"It wasn't like that," spluttering as I talked.

Art was right. The horse running away from a koala was unbelievable.

I was going to have to let Art get away with this treacherous act, damn him. I was going to have to plan. I was certain I could come up with something to get some revenge. Something creative. Something along the lines of staking him next to a bull-ants nest and pouring honey onto his testicles.