So I was thinking about waterfalls. I was thinking about waterfalls, and how long it would take to fall down one, and how high a waterfall one could reasonably fall down - and then I stopped, um, thinking. Because I figured I was, maybe, over-thinking it (blush). So I gave up on the thinking, but kept the waterfall - and here it is.
As ever, if it hath any merit, it's thine to use as ye will :-). And if it doesn't - I'd say 'must try harder', but round here, that could be misinterpreted :-). Oh - and I did a female version of it was well - it's over here:
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http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/2jmv3v/script_offerf4mfalling_to_love_f/
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Over to y'all...
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FALLING TO LOVE (M)
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We're fifty feet up the cliff, and we're there. The vines are thick. When I first showed it to you, I said we should call it the Veil. You took one look through the vines, you climbed in and looked up, and you said the hell with that. You said it was the Pussy. And we're here again, because... well, because. The sun's saying goodbye to the sky, we've got rockshoes on our feet, and the rest of us is skin. We're pushing into the Pussy, and like every time, I'm so very damn hard. And just like every time, you drop your hand, and you grab hold of my cock, and you grin at how hard I am. But we've got climbing to do, so you let go, and we push into the Pussy, and we don't climb into the Elevator, because you said that was a dumb name, and you were right. We push through the Pussy, and we're in the Cunt. and you look up the narrow, tight sixty foot and you say the same thing you've said every other time. 'Fuck it – let's fuck it.'
And we slide in. And the Cunt's tight, and we're close, so very close, and your breasts flatten on my chest, and your nipples are as hard as my cock. And I make sure my footholds are good, and I brace my back against the wall, and you work your way up some, and you ease yourself onto me, and the Cunt is tight, and it's a hard climb, and we're in it, and your cunt is tight, and I'm hard – and I'm in it. And you raise one foot, and find a new hold, and you raise your other foot, and you find a hold, and you slide your back up the chimney, and you lift – maybe an inch, maybe three. And your cunt slides up along my cock, maybe an inch, maybe three. Your tits slide up my chest, your nipples dragging my skin like they're burning diamonds, and I'm even harder inside you. And you stop, and you brace, and you grin – and you wait. And I lift one foot, and I find a hold, and I lift my other foot, and I find another hold, and I push on my feet, and I lift, maybe an inch, maybe two. And your breasts slide on my chest, on my sweat, and your nipples burn me, and my cock drives into you again until I'm buried in you – and we climb. And sometimes your breasts lift so high as you slide onto me that your nipple teases close to your lips. So you lower your head, and your mouth opens, and your tongue comes out, and you lick your nipple. And you lick it, and you can see me watching your tongue, and you lick, and you let your nipple slide into your mouth, and you suck it. You suck it, and you smile – and I see your nipple tight between your teeth, and I see your teeth close as you bite – and I hear your gasp as your cunt tightens on me. And I want to come, but it's not time for that yet, and that's part of what we do, why we're here – so I hold it back, though it's hard, like I'm so very hard. And for sixty feet of Cunt, I thrust into you, and you slide off me, I thrust into you and you slide back, an inch at a time, or maybe three – and we fuck the cliff, we fuck the world, we fuck the Cunt – and we fuck each other. But we don't come, even though it's hard not to. Because it's not time for that – not yet.
But no fuck lasts forever, and the Cunt doesn't either. At the top, we climb out, and the sun's even further down the sky, and the sky is burning like our backs are burning, and our feet are burning, and my cock is burning, and I''m still so very, very fucking hard. And for a moment you kiss me, or maybe I kiss you, and my tongue is in your mouth and you suck it, like I wish you were sucking my cock, and I'm licking your tongue like I wish I was licking your clit, and the sky is burning round us as we burn in it. But it's only a moment. Because I pull away, or maybe you do, and we grin. Maybe because we remember why we're here, and maybe just because not grinning on top of the world surrounded by a sky on fire would be crazy. But what goes up gets to go down, and we've got some going down we're both so very ready for. So we grin, and we grab each others hands – then we let go, and we run. Because it's a long mile before we can fall into Love.
And I figure I must look pretty dumb, running with my rock hard cock bouncing up and down with every step, my balls slapping my cock. But you always tell me it's cute. And every now and then I look sideways, at your tits as they bounce on your chest, and you see me looking, so you slap ay my cock. But you're grinning, and it's just part of why we're here. And we run, and the sun slides down the sky, and we run – and we're gasping and the air is burning in my lungs – and we're there. We're there, and the river is ten feet below us, and we should stop, and we should think, and we should plan – but love's not like that, and neither are we. So we just keep running, and we hit the edge together, and we plunge together, gulping air as we fall, and we're straight, and we fall, and we cut into the deep water like a knife into butter. And the cold water burns my back where the Cunt's rock scraped it, but that's part of love too – and the current's fast, and the current's hard, and I'm so close to being out of control it's madness – and that's love too. But we find each other, because there's not time to do anything else, and your arms wrap round my shoulders, and your legs wrap round my waist, and you pull me to you. And you pull, and my cock finds your cunt again, and you pull, and I thrust, and I'm in you, and your mouth is on mine, and we kiss tight and hard, because it's now and it's always – and we do it. We hit the waterfall, and we go over the edge. And all the way down I'm in you, and all the way down you're round me, and I'm so close and I'm so ready, and your tongue is my tongue and your lips are my lips.... and we fall, and we hit the water together, the pool we had to call Love the first time we did this. And it's deep, and it's madness, and it's crazy – but I feel your cunt tighten and spasm, and I feel my cock jerk and my balls clench – and we come. We come so very, very fucking hard. And we scream our last breaths into each others lungs as we come, and we taste each other, and we breathe each other – and we live each other. Until we rise to the surface, and we roll to our backs, we reach out in the water and hold hands. Then hands tight held, we drift downstream, the current our cushion. And there isn't a single star in the sky I'd trade for the ones in your eyes. And we drift, and the sun slides from the sky, and the stars come clearer, and the river bend gets close, so we kick to the shore.
And we climb from the river. But the grass is soft, and the grass is green, and we're wet, much more than the river's wet. So you pull me down, and you slide down to my cock. And you take me in your mouth, and you begin to tease, to lick, and to suck. And I can feel me getting hard. I can feel me reaching for your throat. I can feel you pushing your head onto me, and pushing down. And you twist, and you spin, and your legs are either side of my head, and your cunt is open and waiting for my tongue, and I thrust into your cunt as my cock thrusts into your face. And I lick, and I tease, and I suck on your clit, and I reach up to your ass, and I open you, and I slide my finger into your ass and begin to fuck it. And your lips tighten on my cock, like your cunt is tight on my tongue and your asshole is tight on my finger, and it isn't inches and it isn't moments, because it's the sky wheeling round us, and it's forever. And we suck, and we thrust, and gasp and we moan – and we flood each others mouths again. And you roll off me, and we lie on our backs, and the sky and the stars wheel round us – until we get to unsteady feet, and we grab shaking hands, and we walk home. Because the river's fine, and falling into Love again is more than fine – but there's a fire burning at home, and home isn't far, and we've more dreaming to do. So we head for dreams – but we know we never really leave our pool, and we know we'll be back – because it's never too late, and it's never too many times, to fall into Love again.