[MF] Giggles and Fucks in the Great Outdoors

Just got back from a nice little weekend in the national forest.

A group of 6 of us paddled out to a nice secluded spot on the far end of a lake in the middle of the Colorado wilderness and just posted up for the long weekend; fishing, hiking, building campfires and just general debauchery.

Jesse was the only other single person in the group. She was a 28 year old cousin of my friend who was in town visiting from the west coast for a couple of weeks. My first reaction was: “damn, Terry’s cousin is pretty fucking cute.” My reaction after singlehandedly paddling us across the lake while she exclaimed at the scenery and took photos was: “damn, Terry’s cousin is pretty fucking annoying.”

After literally pulling both of our weight the entire first day, I was pretty cold to Jesse on Friday night. But after I had some food, I remembered that she doesn’t do stuff like this ever and maybe I was being a bit hard on her. And all Saturday, I was more patient and instructive when helping her through some of the camping basics like how to filter your water, find good firewood and how to get into a canoe without immediately flipping us into the lake. By Saturday night, we’d become fast friends.

On Sunday, the two couples went out for a long hike early. I was more in the mood for fishing and chilling on the water. And Jesse stayed back too, saying she wanted to read in the hammock.

As I was getting the fishing pole ready, I heard Jesse’s footsteps behind me.

“Hey! Wanna eat some of these with me?”

She was holding out a handful of magic mushrooms, a small spattering of stems and a couple of caps, a perfect little microdose. This will make for quite the turn in the day, I thought, as accepted her gracious offer and crunched them down, chasing it with a little Pale Ale. Off we go!

Some time later, Jesse and I were sitting on the little beach by the campsite, absent-mindedly running our hands through the sand and staring across the water, giggling softly at infinitely more compelling features of our environment. Wondering at how much detail actually gets missed in our surroundings as we go about our sober lives.

On one of these giggles, Jesse and I caught each other’s eye. For people that haven’t done mushrooms, I will tell you that on a good trip, there is nothing more drawing and compelling than a human face. People literally seem to pop out of their surroundings, glowing with life and comfortable familiarity.

We stared at each other’s silly stupid grins for God knows how many long seconds and I felt warmth and a feeling of home and safety just flood through me as the woods melted around the sharpness of Jesse’s features. Then she looked down, her eyes widened

“Well, hello there Mr. Penis ” she chirped.

I looked down. I hadn’t even realized I was hard. But my loose thin swim trunks were doing nothing to conceal boner I was sporting. The entire outline comically visible against the fabric.

I looked back up at her slack jawed and wondering and we both burst out laughing. Rolling in the sand and repeating “well, hellllllo there Mr. Penis” back and forth through gasping breaths.

As the fits of giggles subsided, I lay back in the sand and closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sand and the buzz and sway of the mushroom fueled laugher still drifting through me. I was still hard.

I felt a numb-ish warm feeling flow around my hips and a wet sensation at the tip of my dick and I opened my eyes and looked down and Jesse was bent over in the sand, eyes gently closed, softly but deliberately experiencing my cock in her mouth.

She wasn’t sucking, so much as exploring. Curiously testing the feeling of different ways that her lips, cheeks and tongue could interact with my tip, balls and shaft. The description “sensual science” wanderered through my brain and I nearly poked her in the eye as my abs faught the urge to burst out giggling.

She noticed my suppressed laughter and, thinking I was still having aftershocks from the last outburst softly coo’ed into my crotch “well, hellllllo there Mr. Penis”.

The laugh caught up with us and we burst out giggling once more. Jesse’s nose pressed into the base of my cock as she pushed her face into my hips trying to contain the laughter. She waved my dick back and forth repeating the line in a high pitched British accent and we both lost it again.

When this round died down I found Jesse breathing happily, cheek resting on my stomach and hand wrapped loosely around my hard-on. I sighed deeply.

As the air left my lungs I was filled with an overwhelming horniness. Every feeling is more all consuming and primal for me when I am on mushrooms and the urge to fuck is no different. I buzzed and ached as the need consumed me and my attentions and desires had singular focus, Jesse.

One of us must’ve started radiating fuck hormones, because when I looked down my chest at Jesse she was laser focused on my face, the same hungry and determined feeling reflected in her expression.

“Let’s go.” I said. And rolled up on my feet, pulling her along.

We stumbled up the trail a few yards from the shore, both lust drunk. Before I whipped around and kissed her.

She moaned and melted a bit under the force of the kiss and pressed up firmly against me, my bare hard-on flopped from my shorts pressing against her stomach as we tried to rid ourselves of any space between us.

She gasped and moaned as I kissed her neck and collar bone, my hand running along the fabric of her bikini, feeling the warmth and wetness radiating from under the polyester.

“Oh, jesus. fuck me Jack.” She moaned.

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I pushed her to the base of a tree and pulled down her bikini bottoms, spreading her legs and lifting up her thigh and supporting it with my forearm.

She grasped for a tree branch to support herself when I entered her.

Her tight but wet pussy stretched to receive me and with every inch that pushed into Jesse, a deeper and deeper sense of contentment and satisfaction flooded through me. I was home, exactly where I was supposed to be, my cock filling this beautiful amazing woman with pleasure.

As I fucked, my shroomy thoughts focused increasingly on her body and what my cock might be making her feel in this moment. What each jolt of pleasure and tremor of gratification might be feeling like for her as my cock stimulated different points inside her.

“Fuck I can’t believe how good this feels” I gasped and the absolute hilarity that anything could feel this good became too much and we each had to fight off giggle fits as the other begged: “no no, keep going, keep going, don’t stop.”

When we found the perfect rhythm, we both felt it immediately. I felt her body lock in on the feeling at just the same time mine did. Her pussy reaching a peak of heat and wetness. Primal instinct took over as I began to feel the swell building inside me, I knew what I needed, but I also knew my shroom-state self couldn’t handle the guilt if I didn’t ask.

“Can I cum inside you?” I moaned.

“Yes.” She moaned. “Just don’t stop when you do.”

And I did. I felt explosion after explosion of pleasure stream through me as I came, still thrusting upwards with the same deliberate motion that had brought this on.

And then Jesse’s knees went weak and her entire body tensed and trembled as her pussy flexed and gripped my cock, and I gave one last deep final thurst and stayed in, supporting her as the waves of pleasure consumed her body.

We stayed like that. Cock deep inside her cum-filled pussy, breathing deeply and feeling our bodies pulse and flow in the slowly subsiding climax.

Then she breathed out smiling contentedly. “We’ll, helllo Mr. Penis.”

But for the moment, the fuck had killed the joke and we both just smiled and chuckled contentedly as I pulled myself out.

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