When I was a teenager, 17 years old, my family had a ski boat, which we used on many summer weekends and evenings. We lived close enough to the lake that we would often go water skiing for a couple of hours when Dad got home from work in the evening. It was during one of these short, evening ski trips that the experience I'm about to tell you about happened.
They were friends in high school who went off to separate colleges after graduation. It's the first weekend back home for the summer and they were supposed to go to the park together. Then it rained. The rain doesn't necessarily have to spoil their day.
I already posted this story, but as I see that was too short. The original version is "Casusal Sex in Winter, in a Cold Car". But now much longer and detailed. That's pretty much what happened, with a little embellishment.
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
Under six escalating red moons, a highborn woman is captured, claimed, and transformed by a brutal orc war-band. From ravishment to willing surrender, from iron rings to molten brands carved through her very heart, she becomes their pierced, squirting, eternally orgasming queen. By the final moon she is no longer human; she is the living red moon itself, a pierced and branded goddess of unending climax who births a new crimson sky from her own endless release.