[F]ucking [M]y church friend on the edge

*Michael* had invited me out for a hike. It was early afternoon and a very nice day. Perfect weather really. I met him at the park outside the trail head. We checked our backpacks to make sure we had our supplies for the hike and for a picnic lunch at the waterfall and we set off. The first part of the trail was easy. It was a steep downhill trek. As long as you were careful of roots you were fine. But once you bottomed out you went up and the path became uneven. Some climbing became necessary. Michael went first. His long legs powered through effortlessly. My much shorter legs found it more challenging to find sturdy places to push off of so Michael would turn and help. About an hour later we reached the waterfall. A huge rock jutted out beside it that was flat on top and our intended picnic spot.

Michael led me out onto the edge then we removed our backpacks and began unpacking our lunch. We ate right on the edge. The view was spectacular. We talked. Our usual banter with each other. After we finished eating, Michael pulled me onto his lap. I leaned against his chest feeling tiny in his arms. He kissed my forehead and we laced our fingers together. His hand swallowed mine. Everything around me made me feel small. Michael’s body. The view from the ledge. The waterfall rushing beside us. It was a really breathtaking experience but I knew it would become even more breathtaking. We had went out a few times since the night I learned that my quirky friend had the biggest dick I had ever seen. Every outing led to sex. He wasn’t my boyfriend and I wasn’t his girlfriend. We were friends who had sex and liked it. It was uncomplicated and working really well for us.

He rested his face against my head and it seemed to be one of the sweeter moments until I followed his line of sight down my shirt and to my cleavage. I swatted him playfully with both of our hands. He grinned at me. “Can’t help it, baby doll. You’re so short but your titties are so big. How does that happen?”

I shrugged, untangling my hand so I could reach down to his lap and grope him through his pants. Even when he wasn’t hard he was huge. Jesus. His body was amazing. “How does that happen?” I asked him back in a feisty tone.

He smirked at me and pulled me down hard against his lap grinding our bodies together. “Why don’t you let me fill that smart mouth of yours?” he growled in a throaty voice.

I liked giving him head. It was a challenge. But I had been waiting for this adventure all week. I was not in a foreplay mood. We had done enough of that through our texts and the sultry looks we shared at church that morning. I didn’t bother responding with words. I carefully turned my body and straddled his lap. His arms held onto me, keeping me safe. We were right on the edge but I wasn’t scared. I felt electrified. He let go of me long enough for me to pull off his shirt. He put one hand at the small of my back. The other hand pulled down my shirt until the fabric gave way, the stitching at the v-neck ripping. He had popped my breasts out. His fingers toyed at the edge of my bra slipping closer to my nipple then retreating. The tension in my body built. I could feel his doing the same. Already the bulge beneath me was protruding, challenging the fabric of his pants to let it escape. I intended to free that beast and tame it.My fingers undid his pants and and pulled his erection out. I held my breath admiring him then we carefully removed my own pants together. I kept my panties on but reached down to pull them to the side to let our bodies meet. I didn’t need any extra time or touching. I was already wet. I welcomed the sweet sting of his large size entering me. Riding him was my favorite position with him. I felt all of him forced deep inside of me. It was pain and pleasure all at once. His hands held me close to him as his hips bucked up to meet me. I bit his neck holding back my moans. It was such a nice day and I knew we could be caught. If not by someone hiking up to where we were then by someone passing by below.

Michael pulled my ponytail forcing me to look at him. “Faster. Make me cum.” he demanded.

I moved as quickly as I could. Up and down. I could feel my own orgasm rising and I groaned his name. He yanked my hair. “Not yet baby doll. You don’t cum until I do.” He silenced me with his mouth. His tongue barged through my lips to lick my own and suck it into his mouth where he gently bit the tip. I fucked him as fast and as hard as I could stand. His head hit my cervix over and over. The pain numbed in wake of the pleasure. Holding back was hard. Too hard. I had a white knuckle grip on his shoulders.

Michael broke our kiss. “Now!” he ordered as his hands slammed my hips down onto his erupting dick. “Fuck!” he groaned. The raw pleasure in his swear tipped me so far over the edge. We vibrated together. I could feel his cum pooling inside of me and my body convulsed around him as a powerful orgasm radiated over me. He drove into me a few more times milking his orgasm.

Afterwards we put back on the clothing we had removed and made our way back down the trail. In the parking lot he kissed my forehead tenderly. He whispered in my ear, “Next Sunday don’t stare at my dick during service. I’m pretty sure your dad noticed.” Then he walked to his black Jetta leaving me still stumbling for a sassy comeback. What could I say? Guilty as charged.

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