We break into the edge of the brush and brambles that make up the edges of the woods, sealing in the humid and cool air that slaps us in the face when we step through that barrier of leaves. Your hand is around mine and you’re leading me along a trail. This is my first time in nearly a lifetime in these woods so it’s like my first time, but you seem to know where you’re going.
After a while of us walking in silence on the soft earth of the path barely perceptible through the leaves lining the forest floor, you suddenly pull up short and stop. I automatically scan the leaves for a snake or other danger that would have caused that reaction, but don’t see anything.
You have somehow gone even more quiet even when we werent speaking before. You let go of my hand and very quietly, you whisper,
“You should run now”.
“What?” I asked, a little confused“Now. You need to run. Go. Now!” and you lunge at me. Instinctively my body reacts with flight and I take off down the path and pound my feet into the soft earth as I make my escape.
I remember now; a half-formed, half-joking fantasy of you chasing me down in the woods, catching me, and pinning me down to fuck me. I didn’t really think it would become a reality, but I can hear you closing in behind me. You didn’t even give me a head start and started running after me as soon as I took off.
The muted thuds of your feet hitting and pushing off of the earth behind me becomes louder, closer. I push my body to go even faster and leap over brambles and branches, ducking out of the way of others. I don’t always succeed and get slapped in the face as I scramble away from you. I can hear you cursing behind me when a well-aimed branch slaps back into your face and slows you down.
But it’s not enough. You are still gaining on me even though I am in good shape. I can’t compete with your longer legs and at the edge of a clearing in the path I feel your hand snag my calf and I go flying onto my stomach into the leaves and dirt.
Before I can even push myself upright off of the ground you are over me, pinning both of my wrists in front of my face into the forest floor with one hand and pressing your weight into my back and ass. Your other hand is busy shoving and pulling at the buttons of my shorts under me and trying to shove them down my ass. I fight you and wriggle fiercely away, but it’s no use. You get the buttons undone and enough of the zipper down to drag the denim down my thighs, leaving me exposed to you and the dappled sunlight of the afternoon coming through the leaves above. I keep my thighs tightly squeezed together to prevent you from entering me. Even that pressure feels good to both of us.
I feel you fumbling around and undoing your own fly, then the weight and heat of your smooth erection against my ass cheeks. You press hard at that place between my legs, but I am squeezed too tight for you to make your way inside even while I am so wet and slick from the chase.
“If you don’t let me inside I’ll just fuck your tight little asshole…” You growl right into my ear. Part of me wants you to fuck me in all ways, exactly like that. You press against my asshole threateningly,.
“Let. Me. In.” You press harder and I squeal into my closed lips and instantly relax my thighs for a split second to instinctively scoot away, and just like that you take your chancet; you’re plunging inside of me, and any thoughts of you fucking my ass are gone and replaced with the sensations of you pounding into my body.
You’re plowing me bruisingly against the forest floor. My body betrays my attempts to escape and I was already so hot and slick for you before you tripped me to the ground, that you slide easily in and out of me while you fuck me, although you struggle to shove the last few inches inside against the tightness of my thighs and pussy, grunting and cursing softly at the end of each thrust.
“Fuck! You really thought you could get away, huh?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
You’re whispering into my ear while you work yourself even deeper inside of me, stretching me further and further. You are pounding inside of me, claiming your prize with no remorse whatsoever. I am yelping and moaning from the pleasure and pain of the sudden pressure of you inside of me, hammering into me. Thank God I am so wet, but even as wet as I am I can’t be prepared for the pain of you stretching me open as you shove even deeper with every stroke.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….” You’re chanting in my ear while you shove even deeper and harder in time with your words. Your hands have mine pinned crossed at my lower back, pressing down into the ground with your hands and hips while you fuck me. Dear God, the feeling of you stretching and filling me… It is so hard, rude, and intrusive in all of the best possible ways.
Suddenly you pull yourself out of my pussy and away from me and I am flipped over with a rough tug on my shoulder. Somehow you are then straddling my face to guide your cock into my mouth, your dick still wet and slick with my juices. I can taste the slickness and slight saltiness of myself on you as you press between my lips.
“Take this. Right now”. You say to me as you slide into my mouth. The rigid and tense flesh between my lips and teeth pulsates with excitement as my lips stretch to wrap around you. The sensation of you in my mouth makes me moan around you as you shove deeper into my throat until your cock blocks all sounds but the wet ones of you fucking my mouth.
Over and over you plunge into my mouth, my throat. You slide between my soft lips and I try to keep my tongue and mouth soft and snug for you at the same time. I love every minute of it and try to lick every bit of myself off of you, while sliding up and down your cock as much as I am able to in the position that I am in with you pinning my hair while you watch yourself fuck my face from above me, pinning me to the forest floor.
At a certain point you can’t handle it anymore and slide yourself back down my body to wedge yourself between the legs I instinctively try and squeeze close. You slide back inside in one long deep, hard, solid thrust, shoving my ass and hips into the soft leaves and earth of the forest floor in the process. You plunge hard and deep, over and over. You keep your mouth over mine, me moaning and screaming right into your mouth. Your hands are pushing my wrists into the dirt under my neck, fucking me with everything you have. The way we are fucking is primal, without thought, just moving into and along with each other and working to an end neither of us understand but want nonetheless.
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