8 comments/ 19842 views/ 4 favorites Out in the Woods: Greg's Story By: machiavelliwriter0 **All characters and adult situations are between consenting legal aged adults (18 years +)** Greg Pearson blinked the sweat that dripped into his eye as the head of his axe made solid contact with the block of wood. Salt filled droplets dislodged from his eyebrows and forehead with the swing of the axe and they'd fallen in, blurring his vision. The forest about him diminished little of the sun's heat and he'd long since shed his shirt in attempt to lessen the swelter. He paused to wipe his eyes and pull the bandanna from his back pocket. He'd brought it for just this occasion. In the humid weather sweat did little but to aggravate him, failing in the role of a cooling mechanism. It poured down his chest, soaking the waist of his denim jeans. Gently rolling the bandanna into a strip and tying it about his head, he picked up the newly chopped piece of wood. The material began to absorb the droplets on his forehead and he blinked to adjust his vision. The high for today had been 94, but the dense humidity caused the air to feel imperiously heavy and hot. Flowing trails of sweat coated his entire body. Greg's well-defined shoulders, broad and muscled from years of manual labor sported above a smooth chest that shown his core muscles when he swung the axe in an arcing force upon tree or block. Greg's strong arms were accustomed to lifting and splitting timber and there was no part of his body sagging with fat. He rested the long handled axe against a nearby tree and looked around. This was his own land; undeveloped, untouched. The scent of the woods was invigorating, despite the oppressive heat, he felt vitalized to be in such a remote and peaceful place. Miles away from the sounds of the highway or city, he worked to slowly clear the area he planned to call home. Still, it felt unusually warm, even for June, and the heat was tiring him with each swing of his axe. He was 33, and had worked at G.C. Lumber since he was 17. He'd finally saved the amount he needed to purchase the plot with very little left for financing. Purchasing the land had been the easy part. The job now was in developing and clearing the densely forested plot, transforming it into a useable and unique homestead that Greg had envisioned for almost a decade. He lived in a trailer on the edge of his forested property and it took about a half hour to hike back. It would take another month or so of weekends to clear enough trees to drive his old truck to the spot where he stood. While he used his chain saw to fell the trees, he found that manually chopping and stacking the wood was gratifying. He undid the straps of his work gloves and pulled them free, flexing his fingers and hands and feeling the air, warm though it was, cooler than the warm soaked gloves. He crossed the clearing to a container of water set on a stump, feeling his denim jeans pull against his thighs. He should have taken more water, knowing he would be out once this last bit was drunk. As he stooped to pick up the water, he paused. The feeling was back. He'd felt, not for the first time, that he was being watched. The disconcerting feeling had actually been going on for about three weeks, sometimes in the evening, but always on the weekends. It was Sunday. He'd felt the eyes on him yesterday and had spent about an hour trying to figure out from where the feeling was coming. When the feeling had ceased, he had walked around the clearing in an attempt to see any sign of an intrusive presence on his land. He'd found a spot where someone had been sitting or kneeling on the ground near one of the large oaks. The grass was flattened and light prints, resembling sandal tracks, led away from the spot off toward the small stream of water that divided his land. The stream was only about four feet across reaching a depth of about nineteen inches. The water was clean and clear and flowed from a natural spring. Greg drank from it often enjoying the cool water that the earth kept pleasant, even in the hot summer. The water was slightly cooler than the air and, upon failing to locate further tracks, knelt near the spring for a handful. Greg let the water trickle down his face as he drank from the container. He knew now where the eyes were hiding. He didn't look at the spot, not wanting to give himself away. He glanced about, searching for the easiest way to get to the intruder's hiding place and of a possible cutoff if they ran. Aside from his axe and chainsaw, he only kept a knife on his belt. If this trespasser had a weapon, he wasn't quite sure if a four inch blade would do the trick. It was unlikely that they meant any harm, as they had been watching him for nigh on 3 weeks. The fact remained, however, that they were trespassing on his property. He stood there with the water, his defined six pack displayed below his toned pecs, skin glistening in light of the woods. A thick head of rich brown hair of about two inches was spiked with sweat and his face sported a shadow of about three days. He let his hand holding the water sink to waist level near the button of his denim jeans. A thin trail of dark hair trailed from his toned stomach to below his belt line. He didn't take kindly to people snooping around his land. At 212 pounds and 6'2", Greg's healthy masculine body turned a few heads, but if approached, they seemed to find little interest in him as a person. While that had provided some decent one-night stands, it hadn't carried on into something serious. Small towns could sometimes be a curse when it came to meeting new people. He was unsure of just who would want to date him at his age. He listened intently to the surrounding sounds in the forest. The light rustle of the breeze and few birds were the only sounds coming to his ears. They were careful. He obviously wasn't meant to see them, but the feeling had prompted him to search the area for signs of an intruder. He edged slowly and as nonchalantly as he could, putting the oak between himself and the watcher. Once he was certain he'd removed himself from view he started moving toward the spot he'd found the day before. He sprinted forward, straight in the direction of the tree. He pulled up just in time to see a feminine body racing away toward the spring. He slipped on a patch of tall grass and almost fell flat on his face. Scrambling to pursue his quarry, Greg dashed after the fleeting form. He could see that it was a slender girl in her late teens, she was wearing frayed denim short shorts, a plaid color tank top, and tennis shoes. Dark auburn hair fluttered behind her as she ran, her lean tanned legs sprinting her away from her pursuer. She was fit, and he was tired. He knew he wouldn't catch her as he watched her run. As she reached the stream she lost her foot and slipped, falling into the flowing water. It was enough for him to close the distance. He leapt into the stream, the water sloshing around his boots as he blocked her escape. What he'd taken to be a tank top was actually a long sleeve plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves, tied in the front so that it hung open revealing a white sports bra. She tried to slip around him but he caught her arm and gripped tightly as she bolted, swinging her around in the process. He came face to face with a sopping wet teenager that he thought he recognized. As her crimson face glared at him, he placed her. Sarah Logan. He'd known her since she was twelve and her father had come looking for work at the lumber yard. She'd tagged along with her father on a number of occasions and Greg hadn't failed to notice the way she'd developed over the last six years. As first he'd thought it was his imagination, but he noticed that she often seemed to look away when he saw her, as if she'd been staring at him. He'd blown off the notion until her father had invited him and several of the other guys to his home for barbeque and bear. She'd seemingly made any excuse to be near him and had seemed to tease him by bending over enough to see down her shirt, or keeping ahold of a bear bottle as she collected them, and making the gesture almost seductive. The next day he had been told by her father that Sarah had a crush on him. He'd felt more than a bit awkward and had done his best not to encourage her. He didn't need a 16 year old trying to get his attention. He'd made a point to avoid her for the past two years and had only gone to her 18th birthday party at the invitation of her father. He'd still kept his distance. She was a beautiful girl that had blossomed into a beautiful woman. She was about 5' 8" and looked to be about 120 lbs. She was fit, but not too skinny, her bust was a full C cup and she had small hips that attached to gracefully long legs. Her straight, dark auburn hair fell below her shoulders, which that night had been bare, showing an absence of tan lines. Sarah's face was a fine blend of a square jaw, with a pixie cute nose. But the feature that made him most nervous were her eyes. Green with brilliant color, they seemed to penetrate him and invite him in. He'd found it hard to break her gaze and felt his heart beat faster as those eyes drank him in. The looks she'd given him the night of her birthday party had made his blood quicken his jeans tight. When he'd caught her staring at him, he'd been unable to look away. She'd been eating a piece of pineapple, just intently watching him. When his eyes had locked on hers, it seemed to him that she deliberately licked her fingers slowly, and his groin had felt extremely confined. She'd looked away when her father had called her name and he'd left shortly thereafter to go back to his trailer and take a cold shower. As he held her arm tightly in his hand she was glaring up at him with those piercing green eyes, he found himself unable to talk. He had never been this close to her. He could smell a sweet perfume that emanated from her and he was aware of her soaked undershirt that showed the outline of bare cleavage with punctuated dark points of pink flesh jutted against the fabric. It took less than a second for his mind to take in the exquisite allure of her body. He shook his head to clear those thoughts away and looked into her eyes. He finally found his voice. "Why were trespassing on my land?" She glanced away, not looking at him. He brought his other hand to her chin and drew her back to face him. "Sarah." He said in a rebuking tone. "What were you doing here?" She looked up at him and glared again. He released her arm. "Why have you been watching me for the last two weeks?" She still didn't answer him and he took a breath of frustration. "Are you going to talk to me or to I have to haul your ass back to my trailer so you can explain this to your father?" He took hold of her arm again, about to pull her up when she lunged forward and he felt her kiss him hard on his rough mouth with intense passion. His body surged and he felt his being accept the obvious physical invitation, his body that had ached with the day's work suddenly pulsed with renewed vigor. He felt a wave in desire flash through him. As his lips hungered for a deeper taste he felt reality snap back into his lust fogged mind. Greg broke the kiss and pulled himself back, panting with the effort. He couldn't help his gaze as it darted down the open plaid button up opening and looked at her heaving chest and sharp pointed nipples. He looked back to her eyes and saw a smoldering fury of hunger and longing. He shook his head. She was only eighteen. He closed his eyes to steady himself. "You have any idea...what the...girl this is..." he couldn't seem to finish his sentence. He pressed his lips together and shook his head again. "You're going to explain why you're here, what you were doing and what the hell that was all about." She cocked her head and looked at him in clear defiance. "Bite me." Without conscious thought, he did. His rough face brushed her cheek as he gently bit her right ear. He felt her hands wrap around his neck, her body pulling up against his. Sarah began to kiss his neck and shoulder, sucking the skin in with each kiss, taking a small amount of pain then caressing her tongue against the heated flesh. His hands reached at her tight jeans and then moved up her tight buttocks, feeling under the wet material. His rough skin separated the wet fabric from her smooth tanned back, tracing her spine as he began to suck on her neck. He felt her breath ragged and shallow, the heat of their flowering passion warming the soaked clothes they would soon be shedding. As he hoisted her out of the water and into his arms, his back protested, but his hunger for her ignored it. Sarah wrapped her legs around him and pulled her body close, the muscles in her legs drawing her torso up as he stood. He could smell her hair taste her skin and the thin layer of sweat from the summer heat. His tongue felt the pulsing veins as he nibbled and sucked on the nape of her neck, eliciting soft moans from her lips. He lifted them both free of the water and walked to the bank where soft shade grass grew thick. He bent forward with effort and laid her down on the soft bed of green. Sarah's arms slipped from around his neck but her hands entwined in his hair as she pulled his head down to the white wet material covering her breasts. She felt his hand move from her back and reach for the neck line. She gasped as she heard the mater rip slightly as he tried to get it off. Her voice was ragged. "Just rip it!" He looked at her face and then at the shirt. With an nearly effortless motion his hands yanked either side of the shirt and it tore open, revealing her lineless tanned chest. She pulled his head again toward her left breast and gasped as his hot mouth encircled her wet cold nipple. He drew it into his mouth with a firm suction, running his tongue in darting circles around the sensitive pink flesh. His unshaven face bore into her supple flesh while his moist rough tongue ignited fire through her young frame. He felt her hands clench his hair with each caress. His 29 year old body raged like he was 21, heated by the feminine form beneath his working mouth. He closed his teeth around her stiff nipple and lifted off, scraping her pink flesh as he pulled away to work on her left breast with equal hunger. He was briefly aware of Sarah's hands working below his bare chest as she sucked and grazed her nipple. Greg positioned his body so that he could pull one arm free. With his now freed hand he began to knead the right breast, never stopping his mouth's work on her left. She was panting and moaning, her hips bucking sporadically against his knees. Greg's mind seemed to be echoing a scream of warning. He knew better and he knew that nothing good could come from this. He hadn't been with a woman in months and he never really took to the idea of jerking off. His blood was boiling with long denied desire of secret lust for her. She wasn't a girl anymore, she was a woman, and she was demanding his aggression, his dominance, his primal appetite for her. He felt Sarah's hands at his waste and felt his leather belt unfastened. He was getting far too carried away. What was he thinking? His hand squeezed her breast roughly and he sucked hard on the perky little nipple. Sarah groaned and her hips drove up against his leg. He felt the belt release and Sarah's hands were at the button on his jeans. He felt his zipper drawn down as the buttoned waist released. His briefs painfully restricted him as he felt her hand reach into the open jeans and rub his hard shaft through the white fabric. He groaned against her chest. Her touch was exploratory, feeling his masculine presence through the barrier of his briefs. Her finger traced his length to the growing wet patch at his tip. Greg felt like he might cum right there from the soft touch of her hands. He pulled back. And began to kiss his way between her breasts and then slowly start his way down her stomach. He licked and kissed the soft flesh of her stomach, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and breathing in the scent of her perfumed skin. He shifted his body lower, pulling his groin out of reach of her torturous touch. Greg kissed a tracing trail from the bone of one hip, along the waistband of her jeans up to the other, lingering for a moment above the button, just below her naval. He returned along the route until he reached the center and the darted his tongue under the waistband of her jeans, licking up to her naval as he gently pushed his tongue in and kissed the entrance. Sarah's body jerked at the feeling of his tongue and her hands went to undo her the fastening, but he took them and pushed them away gently. Greg's rough hands unbuttoned the small waistband and eased down the zipper. His finger gripped the frayed edges of the short cutoffs and tugged downward. The shorts slid down slowly and his mouth kissed downward onto the fabric of her panties, following them towards her hot core. Her pale pink panties, already wet from the water, clung to her body, showing the dark patch of hair and the slight outline of her lips. He kissed down to the opening of her sex and pressed his tongue against it, pushed the fabric in-between her lips. Sarah bucked upward, pushing his tongue in a little as she groaned. He raised his head up to look at her as he pulled the shorts free. He now noticed that the knot the held the plaid over shirt in place had been untied and her bare chest and stomach lay before him. It fleetingly occurred to him that she had no tan lines. His eyes took in her soft stomach, supple breasts, slender shoulders, soft face and expectant, blazing eyes. He involuntarily looked down the length of her body, taking in the enticing visage lain before him. He leaned forward, with a voice in the back of his mind screaming for him to get control on himself. As he hovered above her soaked panties, he breathed her in. A sweet perfume mingled with the unmistakable scent of her sexual desire. The scent of her excitement ignited in his body and drew him like a moth to an open flame. He bent his head to her naval and licked gently in slow deliberate circles. He hooked the band of her pale panties and began pulling them down her legs, his swirling tongue following them. Greg reached the patch of auburn curls, trimmed but completely intact, nibbling around the adorning hair as her undergarments continued their decent. He kissed the crease of between hips and legs. With the absence of the wet material barrier the scent of her was stronger and his hunger grew. He wanted her, he wanted to lick her, to pull from her moans of ecstasy, he wanted to taste this gorgeous creature and make her syrup flow uncontrolled from her heated core. His nostrils flared as he kissed around the seeping lips of her sex. He wanted to draw it out, allow himself to calm. He knew if he took her now, he wouldn't last more than a single stroke before he released the pounding pressure behind his aching shaft. Sarah lifted her legs toward her chest, letting him pull her undergarments free. She the set her feet flat on the ground, shoulder length apart. Greg Eased down and began to kiss the inside of her left thigh as he drew closer and closer to her aching sex. Her legs spread open for him as the rough bristles of his face scraped the smooth soft flesh of her inner thighs. She was trembling, anticipating the connection of his lips on hers. As he hovered above the slightly spread lips of her sex, his breath drove her mad with longing. He felt her hands run through his hair where they found a grip. She pulled his head down to meet her arching hips. His tongue extended, Greg placed his lips against Sarah's cunt. She gasped at the contact and ground herself up into his mouth, lightly penetrating her proffered pussy with his tongue. Greg groaned at the scent and taste of her. Sarah's sex was delightfully fresh, clean, and mouth wateringly enticing. The scent of her arousal inundated his body with renewed vitality, his fatigue dissolving in the physical demand to taste her and take her completely. Out in the Woods: Greg's Story It was not every woman who enjoyed a man's mouth on her cunt, but to Greg, it was the second best thing to being buried to the hilt inside one. He'd learned the value and enjoyment of taking time to please a woman with his mouth. His tongue danced about the sensitive cluster of nerves, extracting moans from Sarah's lips in rising pitch and intensity. She thrashed about, the scent of her sex intensifying with each movement of his mouth. He alternated between drawing his tongue up along her folds and swirling around her clit to giving direct side to side rubbing motions on the pulsing nub. He wanted her to have at least two orgasms before he allowed himself the pleasure of her molten core. Sarah moaned his name, her hands gripping his hair, nearing the point of pain. Greg couldn't help but smile as he continued to dart his tongue around the hooded target. Sarah's body was young and began to make his face slick as more of her fluid welled from her heat. He felt Sarah's thighs tense in a steadily quickening rhythm. He hadn't been between her legs for more than a couple of minutes, but the anticipation was taking its toll. Greg relished her taste. Sarah's leaking sex tasted of a water, salt and a sweet aftertaste that became more prominent the closer she neared the edge. He felt her thighs harden, the muscles within tense and coiled, attempting to clench together and stop the freight-train of pleasure that bore down on her mind, body and spirit. Greg sped his tongue and focused his attention on the little crux of Sarah's sexual being. "Oh gawd Greg! I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm.....OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Greg's hands cradled her ass, providing the leverage he needed to maintain the contact on her flesh as every muscle tense and then snapped outward in the convulsions of explosive completion. He continued his intensity as she road each wave of pleasure, pulsing like an ocean and breaking into a magnificent display of ecstasy. As they raged out of control, her body bucked and arched as the sensations were too many to take. Her body writhed in defiance of his restraining grip, trying to pull away from his lashing tongue. He lapped at the sweet fluid brought on by her release and then began to slow his movements, now avoiding the super sensitive flesh while caressing the lips and entrance to her tunnel. Her breathing did not calm, but her body's involuntary jerks stilled. That was one. Greg's hands began to knead her ass gently as he sucked and probed her entrance. Sarah's hair lay a mess around her head, strands wavy and sweat drenched, some tangled into a chaotic mass, others matted against her flushed face. He pulled away from her sex and kissed down her thighs and gently returning to allow her body to come down from its overload. Sarah's hands lay on her stomach, her breathing labored but steady as he continued to touch her lower body with gentle strokes. Greg's left hand began to trace up her side, outlining and following along her lower ribs and tracing around her breast. Sarah shivered and he again smiled inwardly he was enticing her body to want more. He avoided her breast for the moment as he traced his hand about her side, now and then gripping her hips and kneading her butt. Sarah sighed as his right hand began a similar dance on her other side. He darted his tongue in and out of her tunnel causing her muscles to momentarily tense a split second then relax as his focus shifted elsewhere. Tentatively Greg's tongue rose higher to where he's pulled so much please from her mind and waited to feel her reaction. She tensed but relaxed again, signaling that he could now touch the nerve cluster without protest from her body. He nibbled his way up probing the layout as he inched up to the hooded nub. When he was positioned right, his hand moved to her breasts, with a firm but gentle squeeze of her nipples, he gently grazed his teeth across the nerves. She moaned and he felt her hands return to his hair, and instant grip as she tried to push him away. He began to roll her nipples in his fingers and he swirled the tip of his tongue around and around the sensitive button. She gasped and her hips drove upwards against as her body undulated beneath him. Greg matched his movements, as best he might to her thrusting hips. He wanted her to feel his at full intensity. His erection pressed uncomfortably against the open flap of his jeans, confined by only the white cotton of his briefs. He wanted to take her; he wanted to sink deep within the folds he now tormented. He pace increased until she was moaning again. This time his hands were on her breasts, not holding her to him and it took more effort for Greg to maintain the hold on her clit. He sucked and licked as he felt her tension build higher. Sarah's body jerked with a wave of impending bliss, but returned her below the brink. He shifted his position and took his right hand, moving it to the base of her sex. He used her flowing nectar to coat his middle finger with her natural lubricant. Greg could feel Sarah nearing the edge. He sped up his tongue and a gasp followed by moans erupted from Sarah's lips as his movements sent a massive surge of pleasure through her sex. He pulled his head away and ducked under her right leg, lying next to her so that his mouth could capture hers. His lips pressed tightly against her mouth as he gently pushed his wet finger into her tunnel. Sarah's moan was muffled by his rough mouth as the presence of his finger caused the tower of sensation to crumble into unbelievable pleasure. Fire erupted in her depths and raced along her limbs. Her cunt began to squeeze in rhythmic rolling motions around his finger as the presence of a hard shaft was unlike she's ever experienced. She trembled next to him with surging cascades of pleasure. Greg pulled his mouth away, breaking the kiss. Sarah's eyes opened, a cloudy glazed look was in those green rings of beauty. He watched as they cleared, the pleasure ebbing in her body. She gazed at him with a look of startled amazement and tempered desire, but untamed demand that gleamed forth. As he looked into her fiery green eyes he suddenly tensed as Sarah's hand made contact with his bulging briefs. She felt the outline of him and gently curled her hand around his straining erection through the fabric. He finger tips feathered and flitted to the elastic band securing the cotton briefs in place. Sarah's eyes never broke his gaze as she reached her hand under the elastic and wrapped her soft hand around his shaft. Greg's eyes showed his enjoyment at the soft touch of her cool hand on his hot flesh. Greg could see that he had played into her will. Sarah had planned this, had anticipated her allure, and had created the right circumstances for his will to be bound to her plan. He knew she'd wanted him for years. Now he was lying beside her naked body, silently pleading for her consent. She sat up, leaving her coverings behind. Sarah stood over him in her complete nakedness, letting the warm moist air of the afternoon surround her. She watched him drink in her nudity, seeing the reason fleeing from him with every detail of her flesh. She smiled at him, then knelt down, gripping the waist of his jeans and briefs and tugging them down his legs. She pulled them until they were bunched around his ankles where his boots were still fastened. Standing again, she step up, placing a foot on either side of his hips and slowly squatted downward. Greg felt like his cock throbbed harder with each inch she descended. As her sex drew closer to his, Greg felt the hunger to be inside her intensify. He was aching to slip into her slick sheath. Sarah's face had a sly smile, she knew what he wanted. Greg groaned as she reached between them and took hold of his hot length. She eased herself down until the tip of his cock was touching the entrance of her cunt. She looked him in the eyes and slowly, so deliberately slowly eased herself down upon Greg's tip. His body shuddered as the bell shaped tip of his cock penetrated her cunt. She was wet from his attentions but still she felt extremely tight. He wet entrance was well lubricated and the movement was pleasurable beyond description, but something in his mind seemed to be trying to tell him something, something important, but he could think of it. As Sarah slid down his shaft, first a quarter than almost half of his seven and half inch length, she lifted back off and the slid down again. As she had nearly two inches inside her spread legs. She looked at him again. His eyes glanced between her hers and the visage of his cock inside her pussy. When the eyes connected, shed winked at him. With a single motion, Sarah drover he whole body down upon his length. His cock was enveloped in a vise of warm silky smooth velvet that tightly constricted his sensitive and denied flesh. Greg's eyes were focused on the union of their bodies taking in the view of her patch of auburn mingling with his own curls. Sarah's legs were tightly wrapped on either side of his hips, his cock as deep as it could plunge inside her sex. His eyes rose, taking in the gentle sweep of her hips, the flat stomach and barely visible ribs. His eyes feasted on her two perky breasts with their puffy nipples. She shifted her hips forward, grinding herself against him in a ritual dance that was nearly innate. He reached up and gently touched her breasts as she moved above him slowly. Sarah's eyes were closed as she undulated herself against her lover. Slender, smooth, toned, young; she rode him. He knew it was going to be long, he didn't know if she was on birth control or if she would be upset with him. She was watching him from behind her messy hair. He went to ask her about protection, but her fingers brushed his lips and she silenced him. She lifted her hips and dropped down on him. Greg's face showed the blissful feeling as she moved her hips up and down on his rigid member. His hands slipped from her breasts down to her hips. He gripped them tightly as he felt his body nearing the pinnacle of release. The feeling of her slick and super tight cunt around his pulsing cock combined with her fully lit naked body straddling him, breast jiggling and hair swaying was combining to make the end undeniably close. He felt his thighs tense, his stomach clench, his ass tighten, and his arms go rigid. She had lifted herself off of him, leaving only the tip inside. Greg gripped her hips and drove upward, melding their bodies as tightly as he could. He felt the surge start below his belly, just in front of his ass. The Jolt of pre ejaculatory convulsions started and a second later his balls emptied the biggest surge of cum he'd ever felt. Pulsing forth, it short forcefully up his shaft an into Sarah's tight cunt. All thought left his mind and he held her hips tightly, feeling the endless bliss of injecting her young body with his seed. Greg's ass was tight as his sac was held suspended, pumping its precious cargo into his iron shaft as it jerked within Sarah's molten core, an erupting geyser of white cum while she clenched her teenage pussy around him. He felt each surge of his sperm, each weightless, overloading contraction that drained his heavy sac and infused it inside Sarah's womb. Greg felt Sarah's muscles clenching rhythmically around his shaft as his orgasm subsided. He'd never cum like that with anyone before. She continued to squeeze him and he felt a jolt assail his body as a few more small spurts of cum jettisoned from his engorged tip. Sarah continued to rock her hips until he started to soften inside her. As the sensations in his body returned to normal he was suddenly aware of just what had happened. Greg's face turned from one of satisfaction to dread. He gazed at the angelic woman straddling him, her skin still flushed with the excitement and exertion of their passion. He looked into her face and saw tears running down her cheeks. He was immediately worried, either that he'd hurt her or that he'd misjudged the her intentions. He mentally kicked himself for even allowing such a thing to happen. If she told her father he was in deep shit, not to mention a good friendship potentially destroyed. "Sarah?" With effort Greg rose up underneath her. He gently wrapped his arms around her and sat with his chest against her, her breasts pressed against his shoulders. He looked at her, brushing strands of hair from her face. "Did I hurt you? Are you Alright?" Sarah nodded and Greg was uncertain whether she was answering yes that he'd hurt her or yes she was alright. Her lips parted. As he looked up at her, their eyes locked. Sarah leaned forward and began to kiss him gently, lovingly. He returned the kiss, knowing that what they'd just shared was far more intimate. As she kissed him deeper he ran his hands down her back. Greg gently broke their connection and looked in her eyes. Sarah's eyes once again lit with a fiery intensity. She looked hungry, gazing upon him as though he were food she'd been denied for days. As Sarah leaned in again to capture his mouth, Greg stopped her. He gave her a steady look, firmly showing that this would go no further without some answers. Sarah looked down and then back into his eyes. "I need more of you." She said breathlessly. "Make love to me again, Greg." "Why are you crying?" his voice was gentle and loving. He was concerned for her and at the same time completely confused at the whole event. "I'm okay, Greg." She grinned at him. "It was worth the pain." Greg's face drained of color as the realization hit him. "You're a....oh, shit! You....I.....You're a virgin?" Sarah's smile didn't falter as she winked at him. "No. Not anymore." He fell back to the grass dazed. If he was scared before, now, he was terrified. She was a virgin, her father was going kill him, they'd worn no protection, he'd cum inside her, her father was going to kill him. Greg bit his lower lip as he groaned. Sarah leaned in, pressing her breasts to his chest and she whispered in his ear. "Besides, since you got that out of the way, I don't see why we shouldn't take a few more rides together." Her hair was covering his face as she licked and sucked on his earlobe as he'd done to her what was seeming a lifetime ago. Greg began to protest. "Sarah, we can't do this." "We already did, what's stopping us now?" She breathed in his ear and he felt his cock slip out of her tight body, a warm pool forming on his groin. Unbidden, a vision of his essence spilling out of her took form in his mind. The mental image was erotic, despite the feeling of liquid trickling around his balls, and his body began to respond. Her hands trailed her hands down his sides, continuing to suck on his lobe, running her tongue along its surface while making soft seductive moans. Greg found it difficult to stop from thinking about their position, her naked body, and her obvious desire for him. Against his minds protest, he could feel blood rushing back into his softened member. His voice was breathless as he tried to reason with the sexually charged teen atop him. "Sarah, I am far too old for you." He felt like his will was emptying into his growing cock. Each touch, lick, and moan was dismantling the defense he'd hastily setup. Sarah's hips began to move back and forth, grinding her pussy against his lower stomach. Greg knew he had to end it now if he had any hope of stopping where this was headed. As Sarah slid backward the tip of his hardening cock touch her opening. She groaned in his ear and then rose to kiss him. Her lips closed over his open mouth as her newly broken in sex slid of his firm cock. She kissed him with passion, his thoughts going blank once again as the velvet slick glove of her sex began to stroke up and down. He was still a bit sensitive from his recent release and felt every movement of blissful friction. He felt like he should stop her, that he needed to stop her, but that thought was fast being drowned in a sexual torrent of pleasure. Sarah's tunnel was already coated with his cum and he slid easily in and out of her. Her movements, while pleasurable, were inexperienced. Greg broke the kiss. "Dammit Sarah." He groaned in the pleasure of being inside her. "Hold on to me." She tightly held to his sides and Greg rolled them over so that he was atop her. He began to thrust into her, grasping her hips for leverage. Using legs and stomach, Greg began steady deep strokes into her. Sarah's soft moans began to change. The harder and deeper her thrust elicited louder moans, until they came in short pants, punctuating each thrust of his hips. He could feel her enjoyment pouring around him as he drove into her. The feeling of her tight pussy began more fluid, loosening the more excited she became. As it stood, Greg felt no urgency to cum, having just emptied himself into her moments before. Instead he concentrated on different movements, finding which ones made Sarah moan louder. His goal was to make her cum while he was deep inside. He wasn't sure how long he would last, he'd not been hard this soon after a release. Greg propped himself up with his arms, locking his elbows and looking down at the beautiful auburn haired girl beneath him. His eyes took in the ecstasy etched on her face, the sweat covered skin, the lovely shoulders and beautiful breasts. He glanced down to the point of point where their bodies met, and watched the intensely erotic sight of his shaft as it disappeared and reappeared between her gorgeous cunt. Lips of soft slick pressure gripped the entire girth of his cock, flaring and giving with each thrust. He found that watching himself fuck her was increasing his arousal. As he watched his cock slip into her, he could feel the sight pleasurably stroking his member. With each plunge, he felt his balls tingle in a steadily growing sense of anticipation. He could stand the combination no longer and he looked away to keep from cumming too soon. Greg took in her body, folded in sexual passion beneath him. He took in her face, flushed and clearly in the throws of pleasure as he penetrated her as deeply as he could. Sarah's skin was pink with excitement, and her nipples hard as tiny diamonds as the bounced atop her perfectly formed breasts. He bent forward and began to suck on the left nipple, pulling on it with his teeth and then swirling his tongue around it. Sarah's body tightened as a wave of pleasure assaulted her. His teasing of her nipple had been unexpected and heaped fuel onto a blazing inferno. With a cry she began to cum around him. Her pussy, which had seemed to be getting looser with every simulating thrust suddenly seized upon his invading member. Sarah's cunt, gripping him tightly as it pulsated around him, felt like a soft gloved hand was squeezing repeatedly on his shaft, rippling from root to sensitive head. Greg grunted in concentration, trying to not go over with her. He desperately didn't want to stop fucking Sarah. Fantasies of taking her, of feeling her young pussy around his cock was now the reality that begged him to unload his seed again. She was calling his name crying out with a pleasure entirely new to her senses. Her mind, exploding in overwhelming sexual intoxication was focused on him. Sarah's arms gripped ahold of him in a death grip. He'd continued to drive into her through her contractions and her body was tense with the constant sensations from his penetrating cock. He sped up, knowing he didn't have much more in him. Sarah started thrashing about as another orgasm took her, obviously more powerful than before. Greg's eyes took her in and then glanced down to her sucking cunt. He couldn't hold back. With a bellow he slammed home, eyes shut as tingles turned to fire. Slick with her fluids, his sac dripped as it flattened up towards his shaft, flattened between their bodies as the fire travelled up from the churning orbs. Nerves began pulsing energy into his muscles creating within him the feeling of a pumping torrent. He felt his prostate clamp down and the orgasm began, racing up his cock and surging into Sarah's convulsing body. He tightly held her as he filled her womb again with his seed and her body milked him dry of his essence, drawing it deep into her depths. Out in the Woods: Greg's Story Greg's breath came in gasps as he struggled to stay conscious from the exhausting workout. Sarah's chest panted beneath him and he could still feel her heart through her chest as he lay there atop her. Sweat covered their bodies; the wind blew gently, cooling them. When Greg was finally able to lift his head to see her face, Sarah wore a look of pure satisfaction. She smiled triumphantly up at him. Greg couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, young lady, it looks to me like you're going to need a bit of clean up." Sarah squeezed her pelvic muscles, clamping his softening cock in her core. As Greg groaned, she looked at him. "Oh how ever will I find a place to shower out here?" She said in mock worry. Greg pushed himself up and pulled out of her, glancing to see the small stream of their mixed fluids as it flowed from the cavern between her deflowered sex. He sat back on his legs and shifted to pull his pants, still around his ankles, and fasten them. She looked around for her short and pulled them on, not bothering to put on her panties. Sarah removed the ripped tank and again tied her plaid shirt in the front, but didn't button it allowing her breasts to be clearly visible. Greg glanced at her for a moment, thinking of how sexy she looked in the cutoff jeans with visible cleavage. He was still worried about her father and was not sure how to deal with the mess he'd just created for himself. Sarah motioned for Greg to lead the way. He began to pick his way back to his trailer, not really speaking much. It was a decent hike to his trailer, taking about 25 minutes as he navigated through the land he knew so well. The heat was easing as the sun began to sink into the west. He ran the scenes over in his head, trying to figure out how he'd lost control and let himself be caught with his pants down, literally. When they reached the singlewide trailer he opened the door and motioned her inside. He grabbed two bottles of water from his fridge and gave one to Sarah. She took the proffered water, and drank a few swallows, watching him. Greg caught her staring and decided to push off the awkward moment as best he could by showing her the way to the guest shower. Pulling a towel out of the hall closet for her to use, he flattened against the wall of the cramped hallway to let her pass. Sarah slid past him, her plaid shirt rubbing on his bare chest, causing one of her nipples to be exposed, grazing across his sticky skin. He was still for a second before his brain kicked back in. He didn't have many guests and had to go to the master bath to grab some soap. As he brought them into the bathroom he looked up to see Sarah's bare ass as she opened the shower curtain. He stared at her soft backside for a few moments and then looked away, holding out the shampoo. Sarah turned around and took the shampoo, smiling broadly. "Greg, you just fucked me twice, no to be so modest." Greg felt his face flush. He looked back at her smiling face and then looked away again, cursing himself for getting into such a predicament. "Sarah..." He was trying to find the words, but seeing her nudity out the corner of his vision wasn't helping him concentrate. He turned away from her, looking straight at the wall. "We really should just forget..." Greg's words stuck in his throat and he froze as he felt Sarah's breasts press against his bare back. He went rigid as her hand snaked around him and reached into his pants, rubbing her fingers against his cock. He couldn't speak as she continued to touch him. She spoke in his ear, "I don't think I could forget how good this wonderful toy of yours felt." She licked his neck and kissed it. "Or how your body shuddered so violently when you let yourself go inside me." She stroked him inside his pants. He felt the familiar sensation of blood filling his cock. His dick had a dull ache and felt a bit sore from their previous romps. This girl was incorrigible. He wasn't sure how she could continue to want to have him. He'd taken her virginity a mere hour ago. Twenty minutes ago, he'd thrown her on her back and fucked nearly in a frenzy. He couldn't even understand how she was in the mood to have more. Despite his mind's confusion, his cock, sore as it was, had little interest in why, and focused more on the intent and results. She unstrapped the belt, his body still frozen, and undid the button of his jeans. His mind suddenly engaged as he felt the elastic glide past his stiff member. Greg rounded on her, his pants falling to the floor. His face was a look of stern defiance at her movements. Sarah didn't even see his face as she dropped to her knees and licked the now bobbing head of his cock. His throat constricted in response and all that came out of his lips was a strangled groan. She licked the shaft of his cock from the base to the tip and then sucked it into her mouth as though in were a flavored lollypop. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, it came forth in a rush, he was feeling the wet soft sensation of her rather deep mouth as it sank upon his shaft. Greg's concentration was again monopolized by the sheer pleasure assaulting his senses. Sarah was doing extremely well for a beginner, or at least he assumed she was a beginner. She was keeping her teeth away from his sensitive tip, being certain not to graze him with the sharp edges. He was tired but, the pleasure her mouth was inducing seemed to inundate him with energy. He needed to stop her, he needed to get control of the situation, and now he needed to cum again. She began to stroke his sac, running her index finger along the seam of skin between his balls. Greg felt his ass clench and the root of his cock jerk as precum ebbed its way up his shaft and into her moving mouth. He was finding his will to resist her attentions and knew he was in trouble as his balls began to feel the dull ache of a load being prepared. He gasped as she sucked hard, sliding her tongue into the tiny slit at the tip, gathering the small amount of precum and continuing on. Her hand went from his balls to his shaft and began stroking while she sucked. "Fuck, girl, you're going to kill me." Greg barely gasped out. Sarah released her mouth with a pop and looked up at him, a devilish smile on her face. "Not for a long time I hope, I intend to get a lot out you first." He hadn't missed the fact that her eyes had dropped to his cock when she referred to "a lot out of him." Her face was innocent, yet overpoweringly seductive. She was making it absolutely clear she didn't intend this to be a one-time caper. Sarah licked the tip again, kissing it with a wink. He grunted as another drop of fluid eased up his shaft. Sarah clearly enjoyed watching his pleasure. Her head cocked to one side giving her an innocent childish look as she smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I bet I can coax another explosion from you." She bit her the left side of her lip as her hand stroked slowly, using her saliva that glistened on his member as a lube. "But, I was kind of hoping to fuck you in the shower." Sarah's eyes took on a puppy-like pleading pout. Her complete nudity and cocked head made her look all the more cute, and her hand stroking his cock made it difficult to think clearly about anything but sex. Squeezing his cock she pouted out her lip and batted her eyes, exaggerating her request. "Fuck." He said in resignation. Knowing he was already in deep trouble. " Oh, what the hell." Greg bent forward and pulled his boots off, stepping out of his jeans. They were both completely naked, him standing there with his hard-on proudly encased in her hand, she kneeling in front of him. He offered her his hand. Sarah, rolling back onto her feet stood, her hand still gripping his masculinity. Her smile was broad and she almost squealed in delight. Instead of going toward the shower stall, Greg motioned her back down the hallway to the opposite end of the trailer. Sarah walked in front of him, holding his cock in her soft hand as he directed where they went. At the opposite end of the trailer was the master bedroom with an attached bathroom. A larger, almost two person tub took up most of the space with a shower curtain drawn back on a curved rod, providing ample space in the alcove. Sarah released him long enough to turn on the water and draw the curtain. As she activated the shower attachment she turned back to him. "Kiss me Greg." Greg, now completely committed to wherever this was leading moved in, pivoting his body so that his pointing erection didn't uncomfortably press into her belly. He tilted his head opposite Sarah's and pressed his slightly parted lips to hers. He threw himself into the kiss, hungering to taste her tongue, exploring her mouth and feeling her do the same, submitting to his movements but completely returning the intensity. Their hands wrapped about each other and the kiss became more, a passionate melding of hunger, pure awakened hunger for each other. He let the years of seeing the desire in her eyes, the visions of her blossoming womanhood come to the forefront of his mind. The touch of her lips ignited a fuse that exploded with meaning and memory. In his mind, in a blink, they channeled their collective force into his kiss, flowing in a torrent of passion into Sarah. Moments, glimpses, inviting eyes, seductive invitations, flattering comments, and sexually themed gestured blazed in flashes of color in his mind. Fantasies that had been locked and guarded, only allowed in his most private moments alone unleashed in a flurry to his mind. Positions, acts, desires and creatively crafted scenarios sprang forth, released from suppression and flittering across his vision. Sarah's movements suddenly became matched in intensity. Her hands were running up and down his back and her body was pressed tightly against him. Greg could feel her tight nipples pressing into his chest. She shifted, raising her leg and pulling her body away from him. He immediately felt her leg press down on his shaft as she inched to match his stance, nudging his stiff rod into the slot between her legs. Still madly kissing him, Greg could feel the heat of her sex on the tip of his cock. His hips began a slow thrust forward, involuntarily reacting to the feeling of her pussy against his throbbing head. The wet fluid seeped around his cock and he was aware of it as it travelled down his length, running over the skin of his sac as their kiss and his gentle undulating hips gathered more of her flowing excitement. Their mouths broke each gasping in desperate breath of air. She tightened her stance encasing his cock between her legs as his mouth began to trail along her neck, gently biting her skin. Without warning her, Greg took hold of her shoulders and spun her away from him. Placing a hand on her abdomen and the other on her back, he bent her forward so that her shoulders were above the edge of the wide tub. Instinctively, Sarah put her hands out to steady herself on the tub ledge. Greg bent over with her his cock in the cleft of her as, his hands began to slip up her sides to start to fondle her hanging breasts. Sarah's legs parted in voluntary acknowledgement of his dominance. Greg's lips kissed the raised flesh of her spine, gently showering featherlike brushing over her shoulders. His length was thick and solid, pressing insistently on her cheeks. Greg kissed his way down her back, pulling away from her to kiss the small hollow just above her ass. Sarah spread herself a little wider, feeling his hands on her hips she lowered her head to look back between her legs, her hair flowing out around her arms. She watched Greg's left hand grasp his shaft firmly and place the purple head below her heated opening. She felt electrical tingles radiate up her body as the tip of his cock touched her wet lips. She could feel his urgency to be inside her, much like the deep ache that begged his entrance. Sarah groaned as his cock slid up and into her, penetrating up and in a swift firm movement. Both hands now cradling her hips, he began to pull her back against himself, driving up and in. As he thrust into her from behind, she gripped the edge of the tub to give her leverage as his pace began to steadily increase. He found her swinging hair and slender back a beautiful sight, listening as the their moist bodies made a slapping echo in the bathroom. He looked down watching his shaft appearing and disappearing behind her ass cheeks. He groaned with the sight and involuntarily increased his pace. Greg could only thrust in so deep from the angle. He placed his hand in the middle of her back and gently pressed down, signaling her to lean forward. Sarah lowered her shoulders down, opening her tunnel to him. Greg pulled in his stomach and thrust in a deep as he could. Sarah's moan was loud and primal as he penetrated deeply within her. Greg wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her to him and then reach around with his other hand, placing at her clit. Sarah's moans turned to cries and he stroked the nub in time with his thrusts, rapidly drawing her body toward the point of climax. Greg could feel his cock, squeezed by the closeness of her legs, gripped by the youngness of her body, and wholly sheathed in her wet slick channel, producing a growing sense of free falling into a chasm of pleasure. His loins tingled and he felt tension in his whole body, on a precipice of sensation. The need to stretch every muscle at once seemed to assault his body. He drove deeply into Sarah's pussy, again and again, the tingle becoming filled with unfulfilled potential, aching to release into a growing need. Sarah cried out his name and the added pleasure of her pussy contracting around his cock took him. He filled her completely, his balls sandwiched between their bodies. Undulating muscles began to milk him mercilessly. And then he came. Letting out a cry of resounding completion, Greg felt his ass clench and a throb begin just behind his balls. He didn't have much to offer a third time, but felt like his body was pumping harder than it had the first two releases. He felt the thick pearly liquid surge up his jerking shaft. Each pulse of cum was squeezed tight by Sarah's tightly convulsing pussy maximizing the pressure and sensation of his semen as it raced along his aching shaft. Despite the sore nature of his member, he half gasped half grunted as he injected his meager load of sperm into Sarah's hungry cunt. He grasped as the last of his cum flowed free, Sarah's pussy stilling flexing and undulating around him. The sensations were so intense that he shook. They both panted as the spasms tapered off, Greg's arms locked around her waist, cock inserted snugly in Sarah's sex. Both sank to the floor, his length still within her. They lay on the floor trying to catch their breath from the near desperate intensity of their love making. Greg opened his eyes as he felt her shift. She was looking at him, a look of satisfaction and amazement. He kissed her awkwardly, but firmly. As he pulled away he smiled at her. It was the first smile he'd given her since their initial passion and he could see that it seemed to touch something in her. Greg groaned as he pulled his member, slowly softening from her. As he lifted himself he looked down at her lying on the floor. A pool of their combined fluids pooled down the back of her legs. She was a creature of beauty. He extended his hand and helped her up. With a quick movement he reached into the bath tub and turned on the shower. Steam began to rise from the curtained alcove moments after the streams began to flow from the nozzle. He turned to Sarah and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her, gently, lovingly. She returned the kiss, slowly tasting his lips and tongue. As he pulled back he stepped into the large shower and held out his hand to her. Sarah's face took on a sly grin as he helped her into the flowing water. He moved so that she stood before him, in front of the stream of warmth. Water cascaded down her breasts and stomach, gathering into a stream that poured from her short, auburn curls. Greg's hand took a bar of soap and began to gently rub it on her skin, lathering a white foam that he spread generously over her naked body. He didn't let her wash anything herself, making sure he touched and washed her everywhere. Sarah stood with her eyes closed, allowing his hands to move over her body, washing away the sweat, dirt, and products of their passion. He turned her round to rinse her back and leaned her head back to wash her hair. It had been many years since he'd showered with anyone and he found it relaxingly enjoyable. As he rinsed the last from her hair, Sarah's eyes opened. She smiled as he finished. "My turn now." They exchanged positions and he felt the water begin to rush over his sweat covered skin. Sarah's hands copied his actions, lathering the soap on his skin. As she reached his groin, she began to gently wash every part of his flaccid cock. He made a sound and she put her chin on his shoulder with a small smirk. "What?" Greg's face shown with embarrassment. "Uh, I, uh have to....I have to go....pee." He looked about to disentangle himself to get out of the shower but she wrapped her hand around his shaft with a shrugging gesture and gently massaged it. "So go..." Greg's face screwed up as he felt arousal taking the place of his incessant bladder. Her hand felt so good, so erotic as the water flowed down his body. He shut his eyes breathed to calm himself. "I can't go with you doing that." He said silently. "Sure you can." She wasn't stroking him, although the mere touch of her hands was causing his cock to fill with blood, sorely anticipating another round. Sarah didn't release him. He looked back over his shoulder. Her sweet smile held a look of expectation. "Just relax, let yourself go." "That's easy for you to say, you're not the one who's thoroughly turned on by the most beautiful creature in existence." Despite his statement he mentally tried to slow his heart and calm his body. He felt her smile. He looked back. "What?" "You think I'm beautiful, do you?" He half turned and she pushed him back so that he faced the front of the shower. "Uh yeah, didn't you feel how hard I was?" Sarah's went glossy for a second. "I don't really know, you're the first man who has ever been inside me before. The first man to ever cum in me before. I don't really have anyone to compare you too." Greg shook his head. "Yeah about that.." Sarah playfully swatted his shoulder. Her hand was still stroking him but he was less conscience of the touch as their conversation had pulled his mind away. Greg continued. "I don't know if we should have even done all this. Your father will probably want to kill me. And we need to talk this over. What happened this afternoon was....ahhhhhhhhhh ooohhhhhhh." Without warning Greg felt his bladder begin to empty. He hadn't realized it, but the warm water had been so relaxing and he'd taken his focus off of the moving hand at his groin it had just let loose. Sarah, hand now stilled, continued to hold him in her hands, feeling the fluid as it streamed within his shaft until it exited his semi-flaccid cock. He wasn't sure why she was doing it, but the relief that suddenly filled him as he emptied his full bladder felt even more relaxing. He couldn't see it, but it felt like she was smiling. As the last drained out, Sarah again washed his groin, gently massaging until his cock started to lengthen again. She continued to stroke him as all the soap rinsed off. Turning him around, Sarah captured his mouth in a kiss, and then began kissing her way down his body, sucking in a nipple and then kissing downward. As she reached his waist, she knelt down and began to kiss the hardening tip in front of her face. Greg's moan of pleasure as her warm mouth engulfed the head of his member was audible over the running shower. She tentatively rolled her tongue over the surface and his body jerked with the effort to stay standing. He felt his member filling to full size ash she slowly stroked him with one hand and tried to suck on him slowly. Her free hand began to trace the perineum. Greg felt her lips, completely encircled around the bell of his cock. Sarah began to run her tongue back and forth on the underside of his head, rubbing the highly sensitive base with the top of her tongue. Greg's knees buckled at the intensity of the pleasure. He felt his cock lurch and an unexpected, shiver raced up his body.