Finding and breeding my wife’s friend alone in the forest [MF]

Warning: this story contains **CNC** between two agreeing people.

*Skip to ============ for just the sex.*

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“Do you remember Karla?” Mary had asked.

I didn’t know the weight of that question at the time. Yes, I remembered Karla. A friend from her previous job. We’d met a several times when Mary brought her along for our morning coffee break downtown. She was short and thin late 20s caucasian with an athletic build, certainly weighing no more than 100 pounds. Her breasts were a C cup at best, more likely B, and were always kept hidden beneath tight long sleeved black athletic shirts that matched her seemingly infinite wardrobe of black yoga pants. I used to joke to Mary, “Is Lululemon Lady coming for coffee today?” Her hair was also very striking. Wavy, long, and dark brown. She loved to put dark red streaks in it, which blended so naturally with the brown of her hair that it didn’t even look dyed.

Mary and I were (are) enthusiastic mountain bikers, and we’d connected with Karla over her love for trail running and biking. She was far more hardcore about it than us though – Strava for every ride and run, comically expensive *Juliana* “dentist bike” as we called it, etc. To be honest, it was a fairly strange question from Mary – I’d need to be afflicted with early onset dementia to have forgotten Karla even if I hadn’t personally seen her in a year or so.

Oh, and I’d had sex with her before. “A pretty little thing from work” Mary had called her before our first meet, giving me that sly lip biting glance that she always gives when sex is on her mind.

“Of course!” I responded. Mary cuddled up close to me as we were laying in bed, wrapping an arm around me and putting her head to my chest. Usually this was immediately followed with her detailing some absolutely outrageous way she wanted me to fuck her once she worked up the courage to phrase her request, after which we’d work out the kinks and see if it could work. Rarely, that conversation involved someone else. She could never look me in the eyes when she did this, instead opting to keep her face hidden behind the veil of her thick black hair.

It dawned on me fairly quickly that I was about to be asked if I wanted to fuck Karla again. Nice.

I waited patiently as Mary finally managed to continue. “Well we were talking about sex..” As women are wont to do, apparently. Where did the stereotype that men always talk about sex to their male friends come from, by the way? I swear it’s the other way around. I can’t say I’ve ever been overcome with the urge while sitting down over a beer with a friend to say, “So my wife’s pussy feels really great, dude.”

I digress.

Pause. I waited another several seconds. And then several more, before finally prodding her with a long, “Yeeeeesssss…?”

Mary laughed, “Ok, this is going to sound fucking insane.” she said, before laughing some more. “I told her about the time we tried CNC.”

All my horniness suddenly evaporated. My eyes went so wide that I swear I felt my lids begin to wrap backwards around my eyeballs and come out the other way. “Are you.. sure that was a good idea?” I replied.

“Hear me out..” She explained how it had come up, how Karla had explained the kink to her, and how she really wanted to explore it with a responsible and established *couple*, since that built more trust and confidence in her. She’d known Mary a few years now, and had been together with us for a night before. And when Mary had told her about the one and only time we’d tried CNC, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

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I woke up the next morning, a Saturday, and hit my brain’s weekend automation button. Out of bed. Bathrobe. Kettle, on. Grind coffee. Halfway through the grinding motions, I found myself inexplicably pause as I remembered our conversation last night. 8:30AM on the clock, we were supposed to call Karla in a half hour. Mary had overcome my better judgement and I’d agreed to her request. A while later, the two of us sat on the couch, Mary’s phone on the coffee table with Karla on speaker. I had her give me the same background around her “request” to make sure it checked out and wasn’t some insane spur of the moment decision that she’d regret. Limits, safe words, safe actions if words weren’t an option, and so on. If you’re ever going to try this, you’d better make damn sure you methodically dot your i’s and cross your t’s. I left the more detailed planning to the two girls afterwards.

But nothing seemed to come of it. The month came and went, and spring came around. I’d forgotten all about the situation, until Mary came home late-ish from work one day and dropped a key on the table. “What’s that?” I asked. “Spare key to Karla’s place.” She replied. Obliviously, I asked “Oh is she going away for a bit? She needs us to check in on her place?”

Mary gave me a both scathing and incredulous look. “No.. don’t you remember our conversation?”

“OH. Right.”

“So here’s the deal. She says to pick a time next week and.. ‘do whatever he’s going to do’ as she said. And if you need anything else you just ask me and I’ll ask her.” That was.. surprisingly open ended. Did she expect me to quietly open the door to her apartment and jump around the corner like a bogeyman and shout “SURPRISE DICK TIME!” while she was making dinner? Mary pushed the key towards me. I picked it up and absent mindedly twirled it around my finger. My apprehension must have been visible, because Mary stood up, walked over, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Unless you don’t want to anymore, just let me know and I’ll tell her.”

I thought for another moment. “Ok. What’s her work schedule? When does she go to sleep and wake up? She *definitely* has *absolutely no plans that involve anyone else at all* next week? Does she location share on Strava?” Mary sent the questions to Karla.

“1: 8-5 Monday to Thursday. 2: 9 and 5:30ish, shower at 8. 3: No plans, tell him not to worry :) 4: Only when I’m out at <local_trailhead>, not when I’m exercising around town. I’ll send them to you”

That trailhead was very close to our home, only a 10 minute ride away. There were several popular cross-country trails emanating from it, the longest of which carved up to a ridge partially up a mountain on the other side of a small valley before looping back down in a big circle towards the trailhead. It was both a tough run and ride. I wasn’t too keen on the prospect of waltzing into her apartment building and letting myself into her home, so I pulled up my own Strava friends and opened her profile. Sure enough, the ridge trail had a completion on it from her logged last Friday at an absolutely god forsaken time in the morning, and completions on Fridays going back the previous weeks too, all the way until the first week of March.

I exhaled loudly, and looked at Mary. “Alright. I think this is what I’ll do.” I explained the plan as I came up with it.

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I got off my bike at the trailhead and pulled out Mary’s phone; we’d swapped before I left this morning. No messages. Looking back down the forest service road, I could see the dark blue twilight of the eastern sky just beginning to warm as the sun approached the horizon. To the west, the sky was obscured by the pines and cedars fencing the dirt path snaking off the side of the road. A familiar trail map highlighted the ridge trail I was about to head up. I popped my helmet light on, double checked my bear spray was still in the bottle cage, and set off. Toxic thoughts raced through my head. *What if someone else is here?* It’s 6AM on a Friday. There’s fucking nobody here. *What if someone comes and it isn’t her?* You have Mary’s phone and Karla’s Strava. You should know exactly where she is. *What if I can’t get hard?* Uhh.. well, you’ll be faster than her on the bike, so outrun your embarrassment. In my back pocket was a lump of metal – some flimsy black restraining cuffs – constantly distracting me from the ride by reminding me of the real purpose of this excursion. Hard to keep your eyes on the trail when they keep glazing over, let me tell you.

My pocket vibrated. I stopped and pulled Mary’s phone out. It was an automated text message from Karla with a Strava link. Opening it up, I could see a little blue dot right where I had been standing 10 minutes ago. My heart *thundered* in my chest. I’m surprised my smart watch didn’t ask if I was alright. I forwarded the message to myself so Mary could see it on my phone, then slipped her phone back into my pocket. I shit you not, I then pulled out Mary’s phone as if it were my own to see if I got the message. A few moments of confusion later I realized my mistake, before laughing at myself. Nerves.

I was at the base of the path that lead up to the ridge. The sun had crept over the horizon and bathed the forest in a warm glow, which I didn’t get to appreciate much as I slowly struggled up the slope in first gear. Finally reaching the top, I paused. I was exhausted – which was perfect. *She would be too*. I had about a half hour to gather my nerves and my breath before she caught up. I flipped my bike upside down on a flat part of the trail, pulled out my hex keys, and set them on the ground as if I was doing some trailside maintenance. I unclasped my full face helmet and made to take it off, before remembering why I had brought a hilariously overkill full face helmet on an XC trail – to briefly conceal my face, and my identity. So, I put my back to the path up the ridge where Karla would soon come.. and waited.

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Mary and I had been around the block. It wasn’t untoward for me to feel nervous about something we were trying, be that another partner for one of us, public sex, or something new. But I hadn’t felt a void in my stomach like this for such a long time. The only comparable feeling was when she had confessed to sleeping with another man during a long distance portion of our relationship. The breeze through the trees, and the occasional caw of a distant crow, helped to distract me. It was quiet and peaceful. I could see why Karla came here so early. Not a human soul or human sound in thought or presence, just the trees and birds. Hopefully not the bears, though.

*Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.* It took me a moment to differentiate the sound from my heartbeat. I felt the blood rush to my head as I quickly checked Mary’s phone. Karla’s blue dot was coming up the slope behind me. I stuffed the phone in my pack. The sound of her shoes coming up the trail grew louder. I knelt down, popped open the clutch of my derailleur, took my chain off, and slapped a hex key in a bolt to make myself look busy. I could here her exhausted breathing now as she grew closer, before the thud of her shoes on the packed dirt slowed as she finally saw me.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, unable to disguise her surprise. She’d probably never seen anyone here this early before. The thud of her shoes in my ears was replaced with the thud of my heart instead as her pace slowed to a walk. “Is something wrong with your bike?” A few pants while she struggled to catch her breath. “Need a hand?” More panting. She stepped towards me, genuinely having no idea who I was. *This is it.*

I stood up and turned to face her. Her long hair was up in a ponytail. The red streaks from a year ago were gone, and the remnants of bleached blonde where the red had once been highlighted her hair and caught the sunlight through the trees. Her face was blushed red from exertion and topped with a thin bandana to keep the sweat out of her eyes. A black athletic top clung to her chest, sleeves down just past the elbows, and cut just short of the waist line of her black athletic pants, leaving a thin strip of her skin visible in the transition. She was beautiful. Mary’s “pretty little thing” description was just so spot on. Her gentle smile was so bright and warm it could cheer up a whole room of sullen people.

I didn’t have time to think on all that in the moment, of course. When I turned to face her, I took stock of her reaction. I didn’t see the dawn of recognition cross her brow. A year without seeing each other and a full face helmet still on my head worked in favour of.. *authenticity*. It had been a couple seconds since she’d asked those questions, and I still hadn’t responded. She was only a couple of feet away from me. I practically towered over her, having a full 8 to 10 inches of height and another 70ish pounds on her weight. Instead of responding, I took a step towards her.

The next few seconds were impossible – both a blur of action, too quick to understand, and yet an infinity of inaction, so slow that every millisecond could be analyzed and understood in critical detail. A flicker of apprehension crossed her face. I can’t imagine what was going through her head. The apprehension gave way almost immediately to visible, genuine, heartbreaking *terror*. *Pure fucking terror*. The terror of realizing she’s exhausted, alone, helpless, almost half my size, and she *knows what’s about to happen*. I can’t do it justice with words alone. That was enough for me, I was ready to take off my helmet and say “The jig is up. This is way too intense.” She stepped back to match my step forwards, her breath caught in her throat as she gave me that horrifying, unforgettable look. Then, mercifully, a new look came over her face. Like a second revelation of cosmic magnitude had just crashed directly into her thoughts and overcome her previous one entirely. She let out a barely audible little “Oh..”. That look of terror was gone.

And with that, I felt a Second Wind. Before she could think things through and spoil the moment for herself, I took my second stride and lunged my hands for her wrists. She gasped as she pushed at me and tried to turn and dart away, her right shoulder ineffectually slamming into my chest as she tried to stop me from getting on top of her. Pointless. Instead, she deflected off my chest and stumbled. My right hand found her right forearm, and I gripped it tight and pulled her towards me as she leaned away and tried to push herself with her feet, yanking and twisting her arm to try and pull it away from my grip. I could see her whole shoulder flexing along with her biceps as she tried to free herself.

*Pointless.*

Her feet slipped as she leaned away, and she fell to her knees, throwing her left arm out to break a fall that never came as I held her up by her right arm. She felt so light and malleable. So.. easy. A few moments of struggle later, and I had my left hand in the crook of her other elbow, and finally managed to yank her other arm behind her back. I shifted my hands to her wrists and pushed them against her back, her arms in a bow against her shoulderblades as she fell to the ground beneath me and lay there on her chest. My knees were beside her waist, my cock pressed against the tight pants clinging to her perfect little round ass, the shape of which was fully outlined by the form-fitting fabric she was wearing.

That was it. She could continue struggling in vain all she wanted, but she was subdued. Exhausted, petite, and alone, she had never stood a chance. All of that cardio and fitness, only to end up so easily helplessly pinned below me anyways. I felt a twinge of emotion overcome me as I recalled that look of realization on her features from only moments ago.

Now in search of a Third Wind, I remembered the Check we’d discussed. I crossed my forearm across both of hers and applied a heavy pressure to hold her still as she squirmed her hips futilely, desperately, then lifted my now free wrist and threw my helmet off, before leaning down:

“Colour?” I asked softly, leaving all of the aggression out of my voice so as to hopefully avoid intimidating her. *Red to stop, yellow to wait, green to go.*

“GREEN!!!!” she immediately shouted back, almost before I’d even finished the word. Clearly she’d been desperate to tell me.

That was all I needed. I reached into my back pocket and grabbed the janky wrist restrainers, deftly clasping the left one on. Now realizing what I was doing, she pulled her chest up and tried to lift her knees to push me off her. When that didn’t work, she started violently twisting her shoulders side to side to try and pull her wrists away. She succeeded in freeing her right arm, before I brought my shoulder down between hers and pinned her helplessly into the dirt beneath me again. Her right arm went from pushing on the dirt, to awkwardly bending behind her back to push me off of her. With absolutely no leverage to amplify her arm’s strength, I could barely feel it. I waited and let her continue to struggle, until she was gasping for breath from the compression on her lungs and her squirming died down enough for me to force her right arm alongside her left again, and finally clasp the other side of the restrainers. “Oh my god..” she moaned.

My hands finally free and my cock hard and throbbing against her ass, I decided it was finally time to take what I’d come for. I wasn’t gentle when I hooked my fingers into her waistband and yanked both her thong and pants down past her ass. The stretch and snap of some of the threads in her garments accompanied the sound of them brushing against her skin as I tore them down to reveal her to me. Realizing she couldn’t escape the weight of me pinning her down, she resolved to thrust her hips into the ground and flex her ass hard to try and keep herself from being exposed. A few quick motions later and my now bare hard cock was pressed her ass as I pulled it out of my jeans. With one hand, I pressed my elbow against the top of her shoulder before placing that hand around her neck, gripping her tightly.

I used my other hand to spank her ass. She gave out a muffled “Mmf!” the first time my hand crashed across her cheek as she lay there beneath me. Her ass remained firm against my cock as she stubbornly pushed her legs together and her waist into the dirt. I growled in her ear, “You can’t stop me. Give in.” I slapped her ass again. And again. And again. Each time feeling her squirm a bit more, moan a bit louder. I put my hand around her mouth. Another spank. Feeling her firm little bubble butt bounce off my hand with every stroke made my cock throb against her. One more time. The loudest moan yet, muffled by my hand, and finally, her hips ever so slightly pushed up towards me, my cock sliding from being draped over one cheek to being squished between them both. As my cock fell into place, I felt myself brush against her slit. She was already wet.

I drew my hips back and used my free hand to position my cock against her, then placed my forearm on the small of her back, and plunged myself into her pussy. She was tight; too tight for me to easily fill her in one thrust, despite how wet she was. I could feel her trying to pull away as she yelped into my hand at the feeling of my cock splitting her pussy open, but both my hands kept her still. No amount of fitness was going to negate the extra strength of my weight pinning her petite body down. I forced the issue, and her pussy relented, letting me slide deeper and deeper into her, until I was buried to the hilt.

I leaned down and pressed my chest against her, my head over her shoulder as my breath fell onto her bare neck. I took my arm from the small of her back and wrapped it around her neck instead to complement my hand on her mouth, and began to fuck her like that. My face right beside hers, pinned beneath me, and my arms and hands controlling her. Rough and raw, devoid of a lover’s passion, instead filled with a human’s primal instinct to *breed at all costs.*

I could feel her body giving way as I fucked her. It wasn’t long before her reluctant concession to push her pussy towards me devolved into full-fledged back arching as she tried to feel me deeper. I could feel her pussy tightly clamp down on me as her ass and thighs flexed firm and held for a few seconds every time an orgasm shuddered through her body. As I growled and whispered in her ear as I pounded her, I came to realize that I wasn’t even *close* to cumming. I’d be fucking her into the forest floor all day. That didn’t sound like a bad thing, come to think of it. Was it the feeling of power and control that I didn’t want to let go? Regardless, now that she was thoroughly enjoying herself after several minutes of this, it was time to remind her of the *situation*.

So I pulled out of her, and pulled back to my knees, before grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around onto her back. Her pants were rolled around the base of her thighs where I’d pulled them too, tangled with her thong. Her pussy was completely bare and shaved clean, the cum on her wet lips and her inner thighs catching glints of light from the morning sun, but closed shut as she tried to cross her legs to cover herself. The front of her shirt was covered in dry dirt and dust, particularly around her tits where they’d been pressed down as I fucked her into the path while her raised hips forced her upper torso down.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, badly concealing the anticipation in her voice. “Wipe that smile off your face.” I replied, before crouching down, grabbing her ponytail and pulling her head forwards as I forced her to scramble to her knees in front of me. I placed my heavy cock on her face, gripping her ponytail with one hand. She looked at it momentarily, before squeezing her eyes shut and turning her face away. “Suck my cock.” I demanded. She didn’t respond.

I slapped my cock against her face, coated in her cum from pounding her pussy, and leaving a portion of that on her cheek. “I said, suck my cock.” No response again. I smiled. *Good.* I put one hand on her chin, and turned her face towards me, gripping her tightly. “I’m not giving you a choice.” I warned her. Still nothing. Fine. I let go of her chin, and pinched her nostrils shut. Her eyes went *wide the fuck open* at this as she immediately realized what I was doing. She tried to jerk her head side to side to free herself, but with her hands clasped behind her back and her pants around her thighs restricting her legs, she could barely move her body. My tight grip on her hair kept her head from moving too much without causing her the distress of yanking too hard on her hair. She was a trooper though, and held her breath as long as possible, before she couldn’t any longer and her mouth burst open to fill her lungs with air. “Please let me-”

I didn’t let her finish. The hand holding her hair transitioned to grasping the back of her head, and I forced my cock into her mouth. She struggled to pull back against me, but couldn’t overcome the pressure. I began to fuck her face. She tried to pull to the side, but as my cock uncomfortably hit the back of her throat at an angle she faced me straight on again. Then, she tried to lean her whole body back, using her weight and pushing with her knees. I put my second hand on the back of her head, and pulled her all the way down to the base of my cock and held her there. One. Two. Three. Squirming. Four. Muffled moans. Five. Pressure on my hands as she pulled desperately back. Six. Her fingers started clenching and unclenching in her restraints. Seven. More desperate squirming, accompanied with a muffled “MMMMMMM!” And then I suddenly let go, watching as she popped off my cock and took a single desperate gasp for air, before I grabbed her again and pushed my cock into her mouth.

This time, she was obedient. She leaned herself forwards, angling her mouth to minimize her discomfort while I thrust against her mouth. A minute or two of this, allowing her the occasional breaths of air, before forcing her to gag on my cock again, and I was ready to finish with her. The next time I pulled out of her, she stared at my cock, taking another deep breath to prepare for more, but it never came. Her saliva had dripped down onto her shirt, and twin glistening channels snaked down from her eyes. She looked up at me with those pretty hazel eyes, a wordless question etched across her face. *What’s happening to me next?*

God, that was fucking hot.

I didn’t leave her guessing for long, I grabbed her shoulders, stepped to her side, and yanked her body up, before wrapping my arm around her neck, placing it in the crook of my elbow. My hard cock pressed into her hands behind her back, still restrained by the cuffs. I pushed her towards a birch a couple feet away, my second arm wrapping around her abdomen to hold her up as the pants pulled down to her knees caused her to stumble. I could feel the warmth of her body being stolen away from my cock by the chill, dewy air of the spring forest morning. When I had her in place, I dropped my arm on her abdomen a bit to pull her waist towards me as I slid my cock between her legs again. Her wrists began to strain against the cuffs, pulling with what strength she had left as if she was trying to break the chain linking them together. She only succeeded in digging a red line into her wrists.

I forced myself back into her pussy, and began to fuck her standing up. With my free hand, I grabbed the base of her shirt right at her midriff and pulled it above her tits along with her sports bra. As I pounded her from behind, my other arm flexed hard around her neck as she tried to bend her body over against the tree to pull away. *Slap, slap, slap, slap slap slap SLAP SLAP SLAP*, my hips crashed into her ass as I found my pace, the trees echoing louder and louder with the sound of me taking her. I held her body straight against me as she struggled unsuccessfully to be anything but that. I started to grab and grope her now exposed tits. They were just a bit less than a handful each. I flicked my wrist to slap and cuff them, tweaked her perked up nipples, and grabbed them as I fucked her from behind. Every time she pulled against my arm, I flexed my bicep and yanked her head back towards me. She was damn flexible, her back arched in a bow as I took her pussy like that from behind. She started trying to pull her hips away instead. I dropped my hand to her clit in response, pulling her pussy back towards my relentless cock. “I guess your pussy isn’t tight enough for me. Don’t you want me to be finished with you? I’m going to have to fuck you all day.” I started to rub her in circles. “You slut. Take it.” She let out a gasping, breathy moan, her voice breaking in the midst of it.

I growled again, repeating myself. “*Take my fucking cock.*” The same moan, but so loud it was almost a scream. Intensified the pace of my thrusts as I felt her body begin to shiver, and started bringing my fingers in quick and firm circles around her clit. I felt her pulling forward against my arm with all the strength she could. I didn’t budge an inch. “Please..” *panting for breath “.. stop..” was all she managed, before I repeated the same trick as before, suddenly letting her go and letting her collapse towards the birch, right as I felt her knees click together and begin to buckle as she came. A proper orgasm this time, not like the miniature ones I’d sent shivering through her body several times before. I could feel her pussy slicken with her cum, and I found my thrusts no longer felt like they were so easily bottoming out inside of her, as if her body had made room to take me even deeper. The only thing holding her up was my hand firmly wrapped around her waist and placed over the tip of her pussy, and the weight of her leaning against the smooth bark of the birch.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the tree, before pulling my cock out of her. As soon as the tip passed her lips, she let out a shuddering “Ah.aahh..ahhhhahhh” as her ass shook, and then promptly fell to her knees, where a shove from me between her shoulders forced her face down, ass up. She had no energy left for words, just letting out a little “Ungh..” when I crouched down behind her, and used the weight of my body through my hips to slam my cock back into her pussy. So much easier this time. I grabbed her by the waist and started pounding her. Fucking her. Slamming my cock into her. I felt the blood rush to my head, drowning out the environment and the moans from Karla as I flexed my throbbing cock again and again inside of her to try and get myself over the edge I was so close to. I grabbed her shoulders, and fucked her. I swapped to gripping her clasped wrists, and fucked her. Her knees slid down the dirt with each thrust that crashed into her firm ass and sent a wave through her skin. I brought my hands to her hips again, pulled her back up, and I kept fucking her.

I spanked each of her ass cheeks over and over as I fucked her so deep I could feel my balls slap into her clit, adding to the handprints I’d already left there, relishing in the perfect little jiggle that ricocheted through her ass each time I slapped it. Her heart shaped ass, smooth skin elegantly curving up towards the transition to her lower back where you could visibly see the definition of her ass end, was perfection. Her pussy now obediently took every inch of me. She was fucked into the complete and total submission she had so desperately wanted.

“I’m going to fucking breed you.”

I felt her perk up at that. I swear her skin suddenly got brighter in the morning light as she seemed to go completely flush with anticipation. She tilted her hips ever so slightly more towards me, pulled her legs ever so slightly wider, and turned her head to the side, as if she was trying desperately to watch me cum in her. She didn’t manage any words, only moaning louder and letting out a long “Uuhhhhhhnnn” periodically interrupted by the sound of my skin slapping against her ass. Her visible anticipation did wonders for helping bring me close to making that a reality.

It couldn’t have been more than another 60 seconds. Maybe more, maybe less. But finally, that unmistakable piercing warmth shot through my cock, and with a series of final desperate pulses, I began to cum in her. Finally, her voice returned. Her teeth gritted together, she growled a “FUCK yes” into the dirt. I kept fucking her as I came, growling my own pleasure as I unleashed the last bit of energy I had to slam my cock into her repeatedly. Stream after stream flooded her pussy, and as my cock slammed in and out of her while I unloaded myself I could feel my thick, warm cum pulled out of her pussy by the shape of my cock, where it dripped down her wet lips, over her clit, and onto the path, all while my throbbing shaft continued to slam into her and fill the forest with the sound of me finally finishing with her soaking wet and now cum flooded pussy. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, amplified by my near inability to actually bring myself over the edge, born of a desperation to both satisfy myself and, more importantly, satisfy her fantasy.

And as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I closed my eyes and left myself fully buried inside of her, letting myself feel the warmth of her pulsating pussy around my hard cock. Listening to both of us panting desperately like animals. Suddenly, a wave of clarity bordering on panic hit me like a god damn freight train. Holy fucking shit. I withdrew from her. She didn’t even move or speak, just laid there breathing heavily. I quickly pulled the pin from her restraints, and her arms just kind of fell to the side, where she half-heartedly pushed herself up onto all fours. I grabbed my pack, pulled my jeans back up, and then came and helped her to her feet, before wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close enough to feel the beat of my heart around her chest.

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I don’t remember everything I said, or that she said. Her breathing slowly calmed down as she took deep shuddering breaths, she placed her head against my shoulder. It only took moments before I felt that first warm tear. I comforted her as best I could. We had followed all the rules, and done everything as discussed. Yet, I still felt so fucking sick to my stomach. After a little while, her arms which had been hanging at her sides wrapped gently around the small of my back. Then, slowly, as if she was shy, they dropped down to squeeze my ass. How cute. I’m sure my sigh of relief echoed through spacetime. Feeling the tension in her back, I used my fingers and thumbs to start gently kneading and massaging her back, starting just above her waist. In near the spine, out towards her sides, then up, and repeat. She threw her head back, mouth open wide as she stared at the tree tops, and plainly stated “Oh fuck. That feels really nice.” I continued up to her shoulderblades, where I replaced the motion of my fingers kneading her back with firmly pressing my thumbs along the outside of her bone, until I got to the top of her torso, where I switched back to grabbing her shoulders from the neck out towards the arms. She looked at me with her eyes closed, shifting her jaw around as if she was trying to stretch and massage that herself. She looked quite silly, but that’s exactly what we needed.

I stepped aside and pulled open my pack. I pulled out a beach towel and unfolded it for us, then set out a snack bag and a towelette package for her. She grabbed the towelettes, cleaned herself up, and then situated her clothes properly on her body. With a combined effort we brushed as much dirt and dust off of her as we could while she giggled like a school girl. I tossed the plastic bag of towelettes she’d used to clean the cum leaking out of her pussy and the dirt on her arms and face into the pack. Then we sat down on the towel where she hungrily devoured the chocolate peanut butter cup trailmix I’d brought along. It was supposed to be shared, but I didn’t begrudge her. I’m not bitter. I promise. The whole situation felt like we were on some sort of demented sex picnic. I guess it kind of was a demented sex picnic.

We made small talk. The bike beside us was an easy conversation starter, and we chatted about our favourite local trails and this and that. I gave Mary a call to let her know everything was good, and smiled as I hung up on her in the midst of her ruthlessly teasing me. With both of us having caught our breath and drained our water bottles, I shoved everything into my backpack and we made ready to leave. Finally, as we made our way down the hill, I asked her if she was still doing ok and if she’d enjoyed herself. She replied in the affirmative. “You?”

I laughed. “How could I not?” It was mostly true. There was good and bad.

Either way, she put her arm around my waist and gave me a little side hug as she briefly rested her head on me, before pulling away. She was all smiles and positivity the whole way back to her car, where we said our goodbyes.

When I returned home, I found Mary had spent most of the time I was gone on her back hardcore legs-to-shoulders fingerblasting herself while staring at Karla’s unmoving dot like it was the most intense 50 creampie german gangbang porn she’d ever got off to. Thankfully, she was plenty satisfied and didn’t need any reclamation at the moment, because I was all fucked out. We talked for a long time together in bed, one of her legs and arms swung over me and her warm, soft tits pressed against me, aggressively made out, and then took a nap.

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