I stopped in the middle of the dirt path, knowing the group was going ahead without me. My face was flushed and pink and I was out of breath. Sweat made the loose black tanktop I was wearing stick to the top and small of my back and I pulled it up to wipe the sweat from my lips and face.
Just next to the path was a shallow pool leading off into a river and I succumbed to some of my exhaustion and got to my knees into it, letting the sticky mud of the bottom cool my legs.
My hands dug into the bottom and I could feel the coolness radiating from the water as my face got nearer. I dipped it in, nearly gasping when the cold spread across my face. I pulled my face out quickly, my cheeks still burning and my top now soaked. The water had soaked down into my lose running shorts cooling off my body partly. I was grateful for something to take the edge off.
That morning I’d woken up feeling my heartbeat in my clit and the wetness seeping from between my lips. I’d reached for my vibrator quickly, ignoring my growling stomach, pushing the vibrating head back and over my clit, slipping easily in and between my lips, pushing a bit in but not fully inside, thinking about hands on my hips, digging in as hard as something I couldn’t see pushing in and out of my cunt. When I finally let myself come as I pushed the vibrating head against my clit, I muffled it in my pillows and felt it in me teeth.
After, I could still feel my cunt squeeze itself desperately at times, blood still running through my lips and cunt, wetness still seeping out and begging for more than what my vibrator gave me. I kept thinking about the feeling of being tied and helpless as a finger stroked my swollen cunt. I kept wanting my hair to be pulled, my hips to be squeezed and pulled, my ass to be slapped hard with anything you could reach. I thought maybe a hike would pull me out of it.
The coolness of the water calmed my cunt a little bit but despite being slightly out of breath, it was still swollen and craving. I sat up a little on a knees letting the water pool a little around it when I felt something.
It was like a tongue, but cool and soft tracing the edge of one of my lips, almost unnoticeable. I tried to keep my breath steady and freeze my moments. Maybe the water was moving oddly, my shorts were rubbing against my already sensitive lips. Maybe I was wanting it so badly I was imagining it. But then the cool pressure dipped to the bottom of my lips, spreading wide and pushing hard and up across my clit and I bent over and moaned out loud. I pushed my crotch lower into the water and felt my legs deep deeper into the cool mud. I pressed my hands down so I was on all fours with my legs spread wide.
The cool pressure was moving back and forth pressing hard against my clit and nearly pushing inside me at the bottom. It was going faster than I’d even felt a tongue do and my fingers squeezed deep inside the mud. My face was burning and I didn’t have time to worry about another hiking party coming down the path, anyone coming back to find me, or knowing what was doing this to me. I didn’t care. I shut my eyes and let the pressure travel up and down my lips, pressing into my clit, sending waves of pleasure up my spine and into my warming face.
I could feel myself dripping, even under the water, getting closer to the edge. I wanted to pressure inside me every time it pushed slightly into me. I wanted it to go further. If there was one, maybe there could be two or three, pushing against my clit, pushing inside my cunt and in my ass until I came hard.
I found myself whimpering and crying as I got closer and without any warning, it stopped. It took me a moment to catch my breath and I tried to stand up. I couldn’t. My gripped hands were stuck in the mud and so were my legs from my ankle to my knees. I could only move my body back and forth and, since my glasses were askew on my face and I couldn’t fix them, I could barely see.
My heart started pounding and I tried to pull my arms up, move my leg, anything. Then I heard footsteps coming down the path. I tried not to gasp out loud. I kept pulling my arms, wanting to hide my red face. I couldn’t even tell if my shorts had been pushed to the side and if anyone walking by would get a view of my dripping cunt. The footsteps were getting closer and I was near to crying. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart beating in my ears. The footsteps stopped close to behind me and then into the grass. I wanted to say something, apologise for my state and beg for help but everything caught in my throat.
I felt a hand touch the back of my leg just below my ass. It quickly slipped between my thighs and pushed past my shorts, softly touching my wet lips up and down the same way the pressure had. I finally gave up and moaned out loud and the fingers dipped in, feeling my wetness, reaching up to my clit and pushing on it a few times. I wanted to spread my legs wider but they were still stuck so I tried to bend over more. The hand pulled away and I felt it around the waistband of my shorts. My clit was pounding as heard as my heart. They waited a moment for me to catch my breath before pulling my shorts down into the water.
My face burned as I felt the air on my ass and cunt. Someone could easily walk by any minute and I tried to turn my hair to see who it was by my glasses had fallen off. I felt something warm and hard brush against my lips up and down and I moaned out loud. They pulled back, pressing into entrance but stopping, then pushing past it and up to my clit again. I kept trying to push back against it so it would finally push inside me but two hands grabbed my hips and held them in place.
“Please,” I begged, out if breath after the 20th time they did this. I got onto my forearms and tried to spread more to show them I wanted it. “Please just fuck–”
Before I could finish my sentence or catch my breath, I felt them push inside me, stretching me and filling me, and I cried out loud. Whenever I had lovers in the past, I would always have to beg them to fuck me harder and deeper. And sometimes when they got a good grip or tied me up in the right way, they could reach. But whoever this was got there with no problem.
I took one breath in and felt a squeeze on my hips. Then they started fucking my cunt hard and fast, making me cry out with every thrust inward. My cunt squeezed around their cock and I tried again to spread wider. I loved not being able to move the way I wanted and not knowing who was fucking me so hard.
They reached one of their hands up my back and dug into my hair, pulling it hard and sending waves of pain and pleasure down my body. I could feel my cunt start to clench rhythmically as I was getting closer and closer. I started begging them not to stop and they released my hair and reached between my legs, rubbing my swollen, dripping clit. Only a couple of strokes with their soft fingers and my cunt tightened hard, pleasure pushing through my cunt through my body. I cried out when I could catch my breath, not giving a fuck who heard me. As I limped forward, almost flat on the ground, I felt them pull my hips up and buck their hips, pushing hard and fast into me.
I could barely put together words after cumming so hard but I wanted to moan. They were holding onto my hips when my knees where released and they propped my legs open wider with theirs, fucking me hard and fast. I could hear the water flowing, some of the trees moving in the breeze and a few soft grunts and moans coming from their mouth, even if I couldn’t see their face. Pressure was building again in my cunt from being used and when I caught my breath again, I was moaning softly and panting. “Use me,” I chanted, arching my back to make it easier for them to fuck me. The pressure in my cunt increased when I could feel the pain from their nails digging into my hips and my pussy squeezed as I came again, crying out, wanting to reach between my thighs to rub my aching clit again and finding my hand still caught in the mud.
They pulled their cock out of my throbbing cunt and moved to my head. I tried to look up at them but they placed a hand on the back of my head and I could smell my cunt on their cock as it touched my lips. My arms released as my legs got pulled down into the mud and I sat up slightly to take the warm cock deep into my mouth.
I closed my mouth and used my hands and tongue to work it the best way I knew how. I could hear more of the breathless grunts and took it as a sign of encouragement, pushing the cock deeper into my throat. The hand on my head tangled into my hair and gripped, pulling it. I moaned around the hard cock and heard a sharp intake of breath. Smiling to myself, I worked my mouth harder, sucking and pulling it in deeper and moaning as hard as I had when they were fucking me.
The hand in my hair squeezed and I pulled my head back to feel the come shoot into my mouth, savoring the taste on my tongue. The hand released my hair and held by chin, closing my mouth and wiping the last drops of come across my lips. When they let go, I licked my lips slowly and opened my eyes.
No one stood in front of me. I moved my sore legs and arms and found my glasses just below the water in front of me. I pushed them on and looked frantically around, pulling up my now soaked shorts from my knees.
There was nothing. No one. The path was clear and there was no one in the woods. I cleaned the mud off of my legs and hands and took one last look down the path for a sign of anyone before continuing forward where I vaguely remembered going. I kept looking behind my shoulder as I thought of stopping off in the woods again and rubbing my lips slowly with my fingers, hoping that whoever it was finds me again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hphkyl/a_walk_in_the_woods_b_ds_phantomlover_nonbinary
Wow! Loved the Phantom Lover in the stream. Very hot! Very creative