I Love Sex Stories

I worked my way up Tucker Gulch and stopped for a rest. I knew the stream was clean enough to drink from. I filled my hand and drank several times until I felt sated.
It was another brilliantly beautiful Montana autumn day. Some people were worried about a drought, with so much clear, beautiful weather. But not me. I had seen it as dry as this before, just before the winter storms cluttered the mountains with mounds of snow and brought everything back to normal. Either way, it was not going to ruin my hunting. My wife hated hunting and always scream when I went. Now that wasn’t a problem, because I had divorced her. I could hunt all I wanted. The problem was, I hadn’t found any deer for the past two days. I was ready to go back to my RV and make lunch, then sleep until evening. Nothing would be moving now.
I stood and lifted my gun. My eyes bugged out in wonder. I licked my lips and snuck silently closer, using a screen of bushes to shield my movements.
A flash of red caught my eyes. A flash of red in the woods during hunting season is not unique, red is the color worn by hunters. But unless this woman had lost most of her gear, she was no hunter. She was bare ass naked except for a fishnet type of bodysuit. I imagine that she had decided to take a bath in the stream, although it would be deathly cold. But she was taking no bath now. She was sitting on top of a lichen covered rock, rubbing her pussy against it.
I moved around the bushes and started making my way through the woods. It took only a few minutes to creep close to the batty blonde. That was one lucky rock she was humping. She was all of 35 years old and not bad looking for her age. I sat my rifle against a tree and took a seat on a downed tree. With my legs swinging and a gleeful smile on my face, I watched her humping the rock, then occasionally placing a hand between her legs to worry her clit a little. God this was exciting. My cock was throbbing in my pants.
“What the fuck are you looking at?!” she suddenly demanded. I was caught off guard. I slid down to the ground and moved closer. I expected her to cover up with a squeal of embarrassment, but she sat with all the composer of a veteran barmaid. The first thing I noticed was the weird bodysuit was crotchless. How handy. The second thing I noticed were her cute little breasts. They would have looked good on an 18 year old, and they certainly looked good on her. As I got closer I found that she looked a bit used up, but those breasts were certainly perfect.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Need any help?” I was proud of my comeback. She gave me a stony stare as I approached. When I stepped into reach she lunged forward and grabbed my belt. I began unbuttoning my shirt as she tore my pants open. She slid a slender hand into my pants and pulled my cock out.
I sat on the rocky ground and she pushed me back. She grabbed my cock and began milking it in her hand.
“I’m Chet,” I said nervously.
“Tami,” she said as she concentrated on my cock.
“Wha… what are you doing out here?” I stammered, at a loss for words.
“Why?” she demanded.
“Huh?” I said in confusion, taken aback by her abruptness.
“Why would you give a shit?” she insisted. “With me sitting her stroking your cock, why in the fuck would you care why I’m here?” she said with some heat.
“Uh, no reason,” I said nervously.
She bent forward wordlessly and clamped her mouth over my growing cock. It felt fucking wonderful. There is no way to describe the heat and pleasure a man feels when a hot, moist mouth closes on his penis. It’s a mystical experience. And the heat of her mouth seemed to be exceptional. Maybe it was because of the coolness of the autumn afternoon, or the cool mist from the stream. Either way it was the most memorable first contact I could ever remember.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard a blue jay calling from the nearby trees. The low rumble of water cascading over rocks drown out most sounds. Occasionally I heard a wet smack of her lips as she pulled them off the head of my penis. Otherwise I just sat there luxuriating in the brilliant heat being generated in my crotch.
“That is so fucking wonderful,” I gasped, looking down at her. She stopped and looked up. Without a word she turned and sat her ass in my face. She slid back until her pussy was touching my mouth. I smiled shortly, then filled my mouth with her blonde pussy. I noted without thinking, that she was smoothly shaved. Good, I liked a shaved pussy.
I sucked the lips of her pussy into her mouth as I lashed each one with my tongue. She moaned, the first natural sound she had made. I extended my long tongue and flicked it from the top of her pussy envelope to the bottom with blinding speed. This was a trick I had learned somewhere during my the past 40 years. Women loved this. At least they had up until now. She wasn’t satisfied with my flickering tongue, she mashed her pussy down hard against my mouth and waited. I slid my tongue up into her pussy canal and tasted her sweetness. She moaned again, so I took it for granted this was what she wanted. I sucked almost brutally, while I flicked my tongue up inside her. From her position my mouth literally filled with pussy juice. No problem, I had tasted worse.
She leaned down and took my cock into her mouth again, while I feasted on her swollen pussy. This was more like it. I was getting really hot now. There was a burning liquid fire churning in my balls. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.
Her lips remained still while her sucking mouth milked my cock with great suction. I closed my eyes and burrowed into her pussy with great enthusiasm. By now my face was full of her sweet pussy juice. I had juice up my nose and coating my face. She was sliding against my slick wet face now, riding it as she had ridden the rock only minutes before.
To my great disappointment she released my cock and sat up, simply enjoying my oral manipulations.
Resigned to the fact that she was going to make me earn my fuck, I held her pussy lips open with my thumbs and lashed the inside of her pussy good. I pressed her clit with the end of my tongue and worried it from side to side. This elicited a reaction from her. I stared up at her slender ass in my hands, as I tortured her sweet pussy. On a sudden inspiration I pulled my mouth off her pussy and applied my tongue to the rubbery little ring of her asshole. She nearly exploded, crying out and throwing her had back above me. I smiled into her ass as my tongue tried to force it’s way inside her. She withered and pushed back as if to help me.
No matter how much I wished to enter her tiny ass, and I tried repeatedly, it was too damned tight. I gave up and returned to her pussy. I didn’t know how it was possible, but there was even more juice waiting upon my return. I licked my way around her pussy, then worried her clit a bit longer.
She raised up off my face and straddled my body. Grabbing my throbbing cock in her hand, she guided it into her pussy while she sank on my lap.
I felt like screaming as my cock was forced up into her juicy pussy. The heat was almost intolerable. The moisture and soft skin was heavenly. She was a good fuck, there was no doubt about that. I felt her pussy clenching my cock as it raised and lowered on my meat. In a moment I realized that her pussy was actually milking my cock as it moved. I had never felt this before. God she was good.
She began bouncing on me pelvis. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding over my cock were barely discernable over the sounds of the stream. Her panting and moans were slightly louder. I panted rapidly as I clenched my teeth and endured the great pleasure I felt. The smell of her sex blended with the spruce trees and moss around us. The moisture in the air was almost thick enough to drink.
I moaned ever louder as her agile pussy was about to bring about my orgasm. It seemed that we had been fucking for hours. I held her hips in my hands and forced her down on my cock with brutal force. She seemed to like this. She was leaning back over my body and grunting with each thrust. She was very close now.
I moved my hands to her tiny waist. I could feel the warmth of her body through the fishnet. She had such a slender, sexy body. I wanted more than just this one fuck. I wanted to see her again and again. She was a far better fuck than my wife ever had been. Who was she?
“Oh shit!” she shouted, rubbing her pussy forward and back on my cock. I was afraid she would break something. I relaxed my grip when I was sure she would not twist my cock off. I endured her ever-rougher treatment. At the last moment she bounced on my crotch, then stiffened and screamed. I felt my cock pumping sperm into her quivering pussy lips. There is something satisfying about the feeling of thick, hot cum filling a woman’s pussy. I watched her sexy little body wither above me, then relaxed my grip on her waist as we both calmed and relaxed after our orgasms. I wanted to lay there and bask in the afterglow, but she sprang to her feet and grabbed her clothes.
“Why??? Where???” I gasped in disappointment. Before I knew it she was gone. I have told this story to a few of my closest friends. I am told she was a ghost. An old Souix told me she might be a forrest or water spirit. Either way, I never saw her again.