The New Coat I Wore Cock Hunting
So! When I became 55, I finally had the time to devote to my passions, and one of those was photography, particularly of plants and animals. We enjoy living in the country, not far from a large forest. So, I took some of my retirement money and bought a new camera, a more compact digital version of the one I already had; thankfully, the shopkeeper gave me a fantastic deal, accepting my old camera as part exchange because it wasn’t very old and also because I did him a favor, but more on that another time.
Thanks to the thoughtfulness of my husband Ted, I now have a drover coat, also known as a stockman’s coat, complete with a hood so that I can continue to indulge in my pastime even when it rains. The coat was fantastic; it was full-length, meaning that between it and my rain boots, I was completely dry; it also had large pockets, so that I didn’t need a separate bag to store my camera and lens when strolling in the rain. When it was warm but wet, I could just wear shorts and a t-shirt under the coat because it was lined with a good comfortable fabric.
A girlfriend once asked me if I ever stripped down to my underwear while we were conversing. Surprised, I told her I hadn’t and wondered why on earth I would. I was told by her that she and her husband frequently did this, and that it allowed them to effortlessly engage in naughty behavior while in the great outdoors and in the company of no one else. I explained this to Ted, and while he seemed interested, he said that he didn’t have a coat like that because he prefers to go walking and golfing, in which case his waterproof gear consists of Gortex jackets and trousers. However, he assured me he would work it out.
While waiting for Ted to sort anything out, I thought I quite liked the idea of a little ‘field test,’ so to speak, so one rainy day I went for a trip up to the woods wearing only my new coat and no undergarments (other than socks inside my rain boots). To put it mildly, I was a nervous wreck and felt really bad. It gave me a rush of adrenaline, and as I passed a couple walking their dog while prepared for the rain, they said casually, “High,” it made me feel at ease, and even a little bit naughty and excited, at the fact that I was nude below and they knew nothing about it. Throughout the month, I continued to do this on a regular basis, and I eventually came to enjoy the sensation and feel completely at ease.
About a week later, while Ted was gone on business for a few nights, I decided to take advantage of the season and weather and get some images in the early morning hours as the sun peaked over the forest canopy. Since it had rained during the night, I woke up early and threw on my brand-new coat and rain boots. In the early morning, I drove the short distance to the woods and roamed around, taking photographs and enjoying the solitude and the beautiful light.
As I explored, I became increasingly aware of how hot I was becoming; in fact, I was too hot in my coat, but I was at a loss as to what to do about it. That’s ridiculous! The woods must be deserted, I reasoned, so I unbuttoned my coat to my waist. The fresh morning air felt great on my hot skin, and it rapidly cooled me down and made my nipples firm. As I continued my aimless stroll through the woods, I found myself thinking, “OMG, I really do like this,” and eventually beginning to see why naturists do what they do.
About ten minutes later, I reached a clearing where I know there is a bench, so I sat down to review the pictures I had shot thus far. After only five minutes, I believed I spotted activity in the treeline about twenty meters away. I put my eye to the camera lens and began scanning the surroundings, thinking it might be a deer, which I frequently see in the early morning. I was astonished and mildly elated when I figured out what was causing the commotion.
A black man stood partially obscured by a tree, not far from the forest’s border, and stared in my direction. Though it was still dark in the trees, he remained immobile as I pointed the camera in his direction. For convenience, I detached the lens from the camera and stood up. Sitting at a slightly different angle than before, I faced the stranger while avoiding eye contact and unzipping my coat from the top to the bottom. I avoided staring as I casually ran my palm over one breast, which was exposed to my stranger. As soon as the minute was passed, I had to leave. I felt compelled to check the last place I’d seen him in case he was keeping tabs on me. My heart sank; I felt practically snubbed since he wasn’t there. Then I noticed him; he’d moved to be nearer me, right at the edge of the trees, and he was engaging in some sort of self-amusing activity.
Although it was barely just showing, his cock looked big and lengthy. He stroked it gently, but it was still rather firm. My chest tightened and my heart raced. When I saw it, my nipples tingled and my mouth watered. It was something I was interested in seeing, touching, and sucking on. I reclined on the seat and cupped a breast with one hand while rubbing my pussy with the other. Even though I was already moist, I massaged the outsides of my lips carefully. For some reason, I needed him.
A smile crossed his face as he started walking over to me. As he drew nearer, I noticed that he had a big, muscular frame and was wearing a green polo shirt with a badge that said “Woodland Trust.” Presumably, he was an employee who started work at the crack of dawn. He walked over to me and introduced himself as Adam.
When I saw him, my vision blurred. “Sarah! The words came out all jumbled in my mouth. His big cock and balls were on full display as he unbuttoned his pants and yanked at them, bringing them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock was the biggest I’d ever seen, and I’d never seen a bigger pair of balls. He has a huge, plumb-like head and is around nine inches long. His neck is thick and ridged with veins. It ricocheted in front of me, so I leaned in to catch it. I grabbed a grip of it and enjoyed the pulsing sensation. I leaned in closer and cradled the head between my lips. As Adam’s cock went into my mouth, I sighed and he groaned.
His cock was hard as a rock, but his skin was smooth as velvet, and I took pleasure in circling his massive head with my tongue and making him groan in response to my teasing. His massive hands clasped my breasts, and he thumbed my nipples as he leaned forward. He whispered, “Rub yourself for me.” Why should I hold out? I started caressing my pussy, which was swollen and tender, my clit, my lips, and my bum hole.
Adam’s cock was finally paying me for my efforts, as the wonderful pre cum it had been holding back was now coating my tongue. My saliva dripped down his shaft as I inserted his cock further into my mouth. Adam took a few steps back, and I dropped his cock. He inspected my lower half and instructed me to extend my legs. When I did what he asked, he got down on one knee, put his arms between my thighs, lifted them up a bit, then bent his head and started licking my pussy. The minute he started talking to me, my pussy was on fire and I could feel surges of sexual energy coursing through my body.
Adam spent several minutes licking, sucking, and teasing my clit before he gingerly pushed one of his large fingers into my pussy. As he continued to tickle my clit, he slowly explored and massaged within my pussy. While he fingered me, my pussy spasmed around his finger and my juices squelched. Very quickly, I was on the verge of an orgasmic climax, with my entire body aching, my organs fluttering, and my pussy aching to cum. “Oh yes! Oh gosh! “I’m going to cum Adam,” I groaned.
Adam stopped kissing my clit and withdrew his finger out, putting an end to my impending orgasmic experience. Please! After much pleading on my part, she finally agreed.
He said softly, “Not yet, sweet lady.” To help me down from the bench, Adam reached out and took my hands. “Come and lay down on the ground,” he urged. My legs began to feel weak as I stood, and I looked forward to lying down in the clearing’s grass. Before I went to sleep, Adam opened up my coat underneath me to make a huge, waterproof blanket. He slid his thighs beneath mine as he crouched between my legs and lifted my knees. He leaned in and rubbed his cocky head over my pussy lips and clit, sending me back on a sexual high from which I thought I could burst. “Oh yes! What can I say? When this happened, I let out a high-pitched squeak.
Just as I was about to come, Adam stopped caressing my clit. Soon, he lowered his head and muttered to me with a grin. Play with your lovely breasts for me, he demanded. That this younger man, presumably in his thirties, was treating my body in such a way that made me feel so good made me love him even more. My breasts, which grew to a very substantial D cup size after menopause, have always been a source of pride for me, and my husband’s affection for them is well-documented. As Adam smiled at me, I cupped my hands around my breasts and started massaging them.
Adam’s large cock head was pressing up against the opening of my love hole as I played with my breasts, and I could feel him nudge his hips forward a bit more. I beg you, fuck me! In between rubbing my own breasts and pleading, I played with them. Adam leaned toward me, grinning, supporting himself on his arms. When he peered into my eyes, his face was only a few inches from mine. Without pausing or saying a word, he slowly pushed his pelvis forward, and I felt his enormous cock slide inside me. Even though he was much larger than me, he was able to slide right into me because I was so drenched. My vaginal walls grew to accommodate his amazing cock, and he was able to insert it all the way.
Adam started fucking me, staring lustfully into my eyes as he pushed his cock deeply into me. I enjoyed the sated sensation I got from having my pussy stretched around his big cock. The shaking started in my pussy and spread outward. When I felt safe enough, I dropped my breasts and put my arms over Adam’s broad shoulders. When he thrust, I pulled him into me by hooking my heels against his solid buttocks, elevating my legs so he could get a deeper and harder penetration of my pussy.
Adam’s fucking was rhythmic and intense; whenever he went in, his pubic bone rubbed across my clit a few times. I felt like I was being fucked for an eternity, with waves of pleasure crashing over me. I’d never had a sexual rush like that before. Adam increased the velocity and depth of his thrusts, but he was still unable to injure me, and I felt my climax expanding. I needed to orgasm desperately on this gorgeous lover’s massive cock. “Oh, Adam, please. Just give me the c**p! This is what I did: I pleaded.
Even though I felt my whole body tremble from Adam’s speed, I firmly planted my feet and thrust my hips upwards in response to his thrusts, increasing the pressure of his pubic bone against my clit. When he sunk his massive cock into me, I grabbed his firm buttocks and pulled him into me, feeling his posterior muscles tense. “Ohhhhhhhh God Adam!” Help me jump off a cliff, I pleaded.
Adam’s muscles tightened and he took a few deep breaths. As he stared at me, he reached out and grasped my head with one of his massive hands. He kissed me passionately, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue slithered further into my mouth than any other tongue has before, probing my innermost recesses. My orgasm started with a struggle to breathe through my nose and quickly grew to include my entire body. Suddenly, I felt as if I had no control over my body; my pussy was throbbing so painfully that it hurt; my nipples burned; and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. For what seemed like an eternity, I trembled, and then everything went black.
The hardness of the ground beneath my back confirmed that I was indeed on the floor. When I finally did open my eyes, I noticed the sky above me. I lowered my head and scanned the area. My coat was closed and I was sleeping on the floor. When did Adam disappear to? Whether this place existed in reality or in Adam’s mind only in the form of a dream. Suddenly, I felt a dull ache in my pussy and a stinging feeling, and I noticed a sticky liquid surrounding my buttocks. I figured it was Adam’s cum seeping out of me.
When I finally did get up and take a look around, I saw that I was completely alone. I stood up and more of the gooey fluids dripped from my pussy and down my thighs as I attempted to make sense of it all. I walked back to my car without risking a glance. Along the trip, I encountered zero other people. Before I drove home, I used some wipes I kept in my car to clean up. Only five minutes passed in the car, but by the time I reached home, even more of the gooey liquid had collected between my legs. I took off my rain boots and hurried inside the home to use the restroom. To alleviate the itching and stinging, I unzipped my coat, soaked a washcloth in cold water, and wiped my pussy. I stood in front of the mirror, holding the damp washcloth on my face. Though my messy hair was certainly noticeable, it wasn’t the first thing that stood out to me. A line of black numbers and an X were visible on the creamy white skin of my left breast. Simply put, it was a phone number.
After finishing up my cleaning, I went straight to bed. To think things through, I did some mental processing. Should I make a call? I assumed it was Adam’s and wondered what happened following my orgasmic blackout. When I finally got the number dialed, my heart was pounding so hard I could not hear it over the phone. What’s up, Sarah? In the reply, I heard Adam’s familiar voice.
“Oh Err! Hi. Embarrassed, I asked, “How did you know it was me?” Adam assured me that he had only provided that number to me. He cut me off mid-sentence by asking if I had enjoyed our prior meeting. My cheeks burned and my stomach fluttered as I stammered out a very subtle “Well yes.” On the other hand, I’m curious as to what occurred after we, Erm! I’ll tell you what! ” I said. When I asked what the condition was, Adam said he wanted to meet me at the same time and place the following morning so that he could explain everything to me.
I couldn’t contain my shock, surprise, and joy; in fact, I almost burst into tears. I accepted after some consideration, and he threw in an interesting twist. He instructed me to get my feet wet, then crawl down on my hands and knees with my butt facing him when I spotted him in the tree line. “Oh, Fuck!” To my mind. Where have I gone wrong?
o be continued……
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