Yesterday, for a multitude of reasons, M and I left all the children with my mother for the week. Leaving them there was bitter-sweet, as they will be missed, but it is almost a mini vacation for us… Upon returning to our displaced housing, we decided to go for a hike and I thought I would show M the waterfall that sits about a half mile or so back in the woods from my father’s place…
We hiked back, and I showed M this small piece of majestic landscape, although the lack of rain makes it more a trickle than the raging beast it normally is. Moving back towards the top of the falls, we find ourselves talking of sex. And it’s a shame that the folks are home, as we are childless at the moment…
We reach a little knoll near the top of the falls, that sits a good six to seven feet below the surrounding areas, and the one side is lined with what I refer to as “glacial rocks.” It’s sweaty and humid, and M takes off his shirt, hanging it in a nearby tree. I, jokingly at first, bend over one of these rocks, leaving my jean covered ass sticking out for his enjoyment, while he lights a cigarette to keep the bugs at bay.
I drop my jeans to my knees while he watches me, and assume my positioning again, black lace and satin panties shown off to him against the white of my thighs. “That’s lovely,” M says, reaching for the camera in his pocket, brought along to snap photos of the falls. He stands back a good 20 feet, taking pictures of me, bent over the rocks. Moving closer, he continues snapping and I feel myself becoming wet…
“So lovely,” he says, this time reaching out to touch me. “I hope you are getting excited,” his hand dipping between my legs, “because my cock’s already hard.” He pulls back his right hand and slaps my ass, the sound echoing through the woods. My hips begin to move on their own accord, pushing back against his exploring hand, as I lay my head on my arms, lowering my torso, arching my back, pushing my ass higher into the air, an offering to the man I love.
His hand slips into my panties, first to feel by bare lips, then to begin manipulating my sex, already wet for him. My panties come down next, where they rest mid-thigh, inches above the jeans that keep me from spreading my legs as wide as I’d like. “Christ, LSAM,” M says, running a hand down from my neck, along my spine, until he reaches my ass again, then another slap, this time on the other cheek, making them match with red handprints. His fingers slip into my folds, and he can feel my wetness, ready for his cock.
Gripping my hips with both hands, M moves closer to me, and I edge forward, just a bit, raising myself up to line my pussy up for his cock. He runs the head against my slit for a moment, while I push back against him, eager for him to fill me. Suddenly, he pushes himself into my pussy, and a deep moan escapes my lips, as he begins thrusting into me, not wasting time on slow and gentle, but fucking me hard as soon as he is encompassed in my heat.
Within moments, I’m crying out with my first orgasm, hands clawing into the dirt around my head, looking for something to grasp on to as my pussy convulses around him. M grips me harder, and increases the tempo of his thrusting, sending me into another state of bliss before the quakes from the first have subsided. He slows, allowing me to grind my ass against him while my orgasm peaks, then dips, releasing his hands from my hips, and smacking my ass again, this time right where it meets the top of my thigh, my “sweet spot,” causing me to moan his name between my panting breaths.
Another orgasm or two, and I’m withering beneath him, unaware of the movements my body is making, clawing at the ground, and pushing back against him, not being able to control my body’s desires or verbalize my needs, the thoughts running through my head are simplistic, animalistic, full of nothing but needs and wants: cum, cock, cunt.
M pulls out, and takes a step back, hitting me one more time, leaving a fresh, red imprint of his hand. I turn my head slightly, to see what he’s doing, and I see him standing there, watching me, cock in hand, gently stroking himself, with my cum literally dripping from his cock onto the forest floor at our feet.
“Sir,” I say in a whisper, and before any other words can escape my lips, he is back, filling me, pounding into me. He growls, and one hand moves to my ponytail, wrapping my hair in his hand, as he pushes my head down into the rock I am laying across, cool and hard against my sweat covered cheek.
“Fuck, Sir,” the words slip unknown from my lips, “I’m cumming again.” He begins pounding my pussy even harder, my head moving back and forth across the rock with the strength of his thrusts. His free hand is between my shoulders, pushing my torso hard against the rock beneath me, while he pulls my head up and back with the hand wrapped in my hair, forcing me to arch my back even more. And here, held in this position, I cum again, my pussy squeezing against his cock, and a low sound spills from his lips as his thrusts increase. He holds me there a moment longer, before releasing my hair, and I fall to the rock, breathing labored, arms and hands reaching for something to grab on to. M again grabs my hips, this time moving my body against his thrusts, making his cock slam against my pussy with every movement.
I feel my orgasm start, and my cunt clenches against his cock. “Sir, can I cum again,” I ask, pussy already dripping my juices.
“Yes, my little cum slut,” he responds, tempo building. Another minute at this speed, cock and pussy both trembling, and I’m cumming again, this time with him. Moments before his orgasm, his hand is back into my hair, this time pushing me down. I cry out just moments before the words, “I’m cumming,” slip from M’s lips. Another wave of hard, fast thrusts, and we begin to slow, his hand loosening in my hair, and gently running down my sweat covered back.
I turn my head, laying my other cheek against the cool rock, as M stills inside of me.
“Well that was fun,” he says after a moment, and we both chuckle, as he steps back, withdrawing from my pussy, a mixture of juices spilling down my legs and onto the foliage beneath me. “Ah, and look,” he says, pulling out the camera again. “Your ass is still beautifully red.”
I laugh, letting him snap a few more pictures, before I pull up my panties, then my jeans, as we begin our hike back home.