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Hidden In The Trees Ch. 01

By: msamson



"I noticed this spot once when I used to go to school here," I said as I pulled the car off of the road leading into the high school. To the right was a long row of trees that looked impenetrable, but as the car bumped over the grass a narrow path became visible between the trees. Coming through on the other side was a small clearing, about the size side of a house lot, completely hidden by trees on all sides.

"Oh my god, this place is perfect! How did you find it?"

"I saw a car pull out of here one day, and was curious. Doesn't look like anyone comes here much, though."

Even though we had both already graduated --she was 19 and I was 18-- there was a certain allure to coming back to this place.

She was already leaning back against the door, one leg on the floorboard and the other laying against the seat back, and was lightly running her hand along her inner thighs and over jeans. She smiled as she watched my eyes following the movements of her hands as I shut the engine and turned down the radio.

My cock was already hard against my jeans, uncomfortably so, and she playfully took her foot and rubbed the visible bulge there.

"mmm, nice... " She loved to watch me squirm, and the pressure of her foot against my cock made me thrust my hips involuntarily, seeking pressure. Knowing she had my full attention, she slid down in the seat and put her head back. Long blond hear spilled around her shoulders and out the open window as she laid her head back on the windowsill. She rubbed herself through her pants, and rocked her hips enticingly.

Her jeans were maddeningly tight, and I could swear I could see every crease of her body through the fabric. She had removed her bra earlier as we were driving around because she knew I loved the sight of her nipples, almost always hard, pressing against the thin material of her shirt.

She had the most amazing breasts. They weren't the typical small perky breasts of a teenage girl, they were fuller, heavier, like those of an older woman. She knew it drove me crazy to see her in a t-shirt without a bra on, and the sensation of the cloth against her very sensitive nipples would always make them hard. It was a given that if she was not wearing a bra we would both be horny as hell in a short time.

The top was a thin white button down one that she loved and almost always wore over her normal skin-tight shirt. She moved her hands up her body to caress her breasts, fingertips teasingly circling her nipples. 

I had turned sideways in my seat as well, with my back against the door, and was enjoying the sight of her body as it lay open before me. 

"You need to take those off," she said, still rubbing my cock with her foot.

I unbuttoned my pants, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor, leaving my underwear on for the moment. My cock created a sizable tent, and a little spot of lubrication visible because my constant state of arousal for the last few hours. I leaned back and her foot once more came up to rub me, as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

She pulled the shirt open slightly, just short of letting me see her nipples, teasing me. She felt my cock twitch on her foot and smiled, running her big toe up and down the underside of my shaft, then spreading her toes slightly to almost grip my cock between them. 

I never really had a foot fetish, but she would always get curiously aroused when she could feel the hardness of my cock on her feet. I gave her a look which we both knew was "show me yours and I'll shows you mine," and she ran her hands up her belly and then slowly pulled her shirt wide and squeezed her breasts.

I pulled my underwear to the side and let my cock and balls free.

Very lightly she ran her toe from the tip of my penis down the underside of my shaft, along my balls, and stopped at that spot just above my anus and wiggled it there. I grabbed my cock and gave it a long, slow squeeze, feeling horny as I've ever been and wanting more than anything just to get off.

"uh uh... That's mine," she said and pushed my hand away with her foot. She used her toes to grab a little pinch of the skin on the underside of my cock, pressed my shaft down against my stomach, and started to rub up and down on long, slow strokes. God it felt so good, and I pushed harder against her foot.

Her hands slid back down between her legs, and she started rubbing herself very hard, almost trying to push her fingers through the material of her pants, and I could see a little spot of wetness from her pussy darkening the cloth.

We didn't have any condoms that day, as I usually brought those along when we went out at night. Daylight was always about playing in other ways, oral, masturbation, being naked in public somewhere, and the one other game we liked to play: getting each other really worked up to the point just shy of exploding and then stopping.

We did this often because we then ached all day long just to get off. It drove us crazy, and there were some days we would bring each other to that point several times during the day, always stopping and not letting each other cum.

Because when nighttime came, we could fuck each other with a raw animal lust, and utter disregard for anything but that moment.

I couldn't wait today. It had already been a few days since we had time together, and all I wanted was her pussy in my mouth, to feel her quivering under my tongue. As I laid there with her foot now slick with my juice sliding up and down my dick, and see her wetness seeping through her jeans, I couldn't wait.

I sat up, unbuckled her pants, and pulled them free as she lifted her ass up off the seat for me.

God, I loved to see her pussy. She shaved it clean sometimes, and other let it go natural with a little trimming for looks. This time she was clean shaven, freshly so. I ran my hands down her belly, and across her mound, smelling the baby powder she used after she shaved and the smooth dry skin. Her lips where soaking wet and my finger felt like they had fallen into a warm pool, punctuated by a deep moan when I did.

Slowly kneeling down to a prone position, I ran my fingers all over smearing her wetness all over her lips and clit until her whole pussy was smooth, wet, and frictionless.

She watched as I slipped two fingers inside her slowly at first, twisting around, and then I pushed them in deep and curled my fingers up toward me, feeling for her g-spot.

"Ughn... Fuck," she opened the glovebox and pulled out a towel that we kept there. "It's not going to take me long if you do that."

I spread the towel out on the seat, and pushed it under her ass with one hand while my fingers that had found the spot continued to slowly stroke her. I could feel the area was already swollen, and I knew she was right, it wouldn't be long. Slowly I lowered my face to her pussy, smelling her musk, gently parted her lips with my tongue, and briefly pushed it into her entrance that was already filled with my fingers.

God, she tasted so good.

Slowly I licked around the outside of her lips, and worked my way inward, taking care not to touch her clit except in an occasional passing motion. With her, the key was to keep the friction on her g-spot and not stimulate her clit so she would build do that giant internal orgasm. She dropped her head back on the door and closed her eyes, one hand on my head pulling my down on her hard, the other cupping her breast, nipple between two fingers, alternately squeezing and kneading.

...continued in Part 2...

Hidden In The Trees Ch. 02



Opening my mouth, I cover her pussy with my lips, gently rubbing the area below her clit with my tongue. Her hand presses my head down against her harder, and that is one way I know what she needs. The other way is her breathing, which is coming in ragged gasps now.

Her g-spot fascinates me. When we first started playing this way, it was a barely perceptible hardening that would happen before she came. But each time we did it, it seemed like it would swell larger each time as if it were a muscle that was being toned up with exercise.

She is wet enough now that the towel under her ass is getting wet, and my entire hand is slick with her juices. She groans lowly, kicks the left leg up over the seat back, lifts her right foot up on the dashboard, toes pressed into the glass of the window, and spreads her legs as wide as they can go.

I know this moment, it's when she wants to be fucked hard, is just focusing on the feeling of being filled up deeply as possible. I am tempted to slip my cock in her along with my fingers (that drives her crazy) but instead I put in a third finger, then my pinky too, so now I have four fingers inside her.

She clenches the seat back with one hand, and the other is pushing hard against the back of my head. My face is pressed so hard onto her pussy that I barely have room to breathe. Words are lost to her now; animal grunts take the place of the words I know she would be saying. That's OK, because my body knows what her body is crying for.

I push deep with my hand, rubbing the swollen spot inside her that now feels about the size of a baseball and is rock hard. As my knuckles are straining against the tightness of her entrance, not quite daring to push harder for fear of hurting her, I can tell by her moans that she wants that fullness.

"UuuUGGHHnnn..." She suddenly thrusts hard with her hips, and my hand pops inside her, leaving only my thumb outside. I started rocking my hand, flats of my fingers now cupping her hard and swollen g-spot. Her moans get louder and louder, building in volume to nearly a scream. She presses my head down with crushing force and her hips thrusting madly, her body fucking my face, fucking my hands.

I use my thumb to rub the area just below her clit, and tighten the circle of my mouth right over her hardened nub. A sucking motion pulls it into my mouth. She sucks in a giant breath abruptly, her thrusting stops, and her body becomes tense and rigid as steel. She snaps her head forward, eyes wide, watching me, and I carry on the motion she stopped, fucking her hard with my hand, fingers stroking that spot, thumb and tongue now giving her that friction on her clit that I had been avoiding.

The force of her orgasm is shattering, and she screams. 

I feel her entire pussy contract tightly on my hand and she ejaculates, spraying my mouth with hot liquid. It feels like I am being peed on, the force and volume are so much, but it's not urine. Her hips jerk spasmodically into motion again, lifting her ass up into the open air, fucking my face like mad as she rides the orgasm to get every last wave of pleasure she can out of it. 

My fingers feel the hot swollen ball inside of her deflate as she cums, and in a moment the rocking slows, then stops. She falls back down into the seat in exhaustion, and I pull back to sit up and watch her. 

Her breasts bob with her shaky breath, and I slowly pull my hand out of her and lightly rub it over the surface of her pussy in soft soothing strokes. She is still out there in that quiet place that forms in your head after a thunderclap, eyes focused on nothing, enjoying the slowly receding shudders and twitches that her body is doing on its own.

After a few moments her eyes focus and she puts her hand on top of mine, still stroking her wetness, feeling her own pussy and getting her hand soaked with her juices.

Wordlessly, she sits up, puts a hand on my chest, and pushes me back to a reclining position, and grabs my cock with her slick hand.

...continued in Part 3...



Hidden In The Trees Ch. 03



She was the only girl I've ever known that truly loved to give head. It was a power trip for her, because she could make a guy do anything when she was going down on him. She loved the fact that I was at my most vulnerable at that moment, she loved the feel of head of my cock moving in her mouth, loved the smell, loved the taste of cum, but most of all she loved to watch me at the moment of orgasm.

She would love it when I had been horny for a long time, because when I came, I came a lot.

I laid back and watched her body move, naked except for that white shirt she still had on, skin moist with perspiration from earlier. She kneels down across the seat, bringing her face an inch away from the tip of my cock, still tight in her hand. I look down the line of her back, ass up in the air, and for a brief second I imagine what it would look like to be a passerby: beautiful ass almost hanging out the window, her shaved pussy still wet and dripping from a minute ago.

I want to fuck her so bad it hurts. My cock twitches in her hand, and I start to sit up with the intention of turning her around and taking her from behind.

"Nope," she says, putting her wet hand square in my chest and shoving me roughly back, and giving me a wicked smile. 

Squeezing her fingers tightly at the base of my cock, she slowly strokes upward, milking a large droplet of clear lubrication out of the tip and watches as it slowly oozes down the head onto her fingers.

Tracing the head of my cock with her tongue, she savors the taste. She loves to tease me, make me wanting it more and more, and I watch helplessly as she slowly lowers her mouth, pushing the head past tight lips and a hint of teeth. She stops the motion there, circling her tongue around me and watches me with a steady gaze.

The sight of her pretty face with my dick in her mouth is almost too much to bear. I put my hand on her head to draw her down, but instead she turns her head sideways, the tip of my cock coming out of her mouth with a pop. Slowly she runs her tongue down the underside of my shaft stopping to flick that very sensitive ridge about halfway down.

For what feels like hours, but is probably only a minute or two, she teases me slowly going over every inch of my penis with her tongue and lips, while one hand is slowly and lightly caressing my balls. I feel a slick finger moving down below my sack, and come to rest lightly on my anus.

Her face comes to rest with my cockhead just touching her lips, and she makes pouty lips and sucks ever so slightly on the very tip. The finger on my anus is probing now, circling, teasing, and just pressing into my puckered hole.

God, I just want it. I just fucking NEED it. I spread my legs wide and push, trying to get my cock in her mouth, to get some friction. Anything. It's fruitless because she moves with me and I am still maddeningly on the edge. Her finger pushes deeper into my asshole, puckered tight against its entry, and she moves it in little circles inside of me, waiting for it to relax. Still she waits, still she teases.

Just when I can't handle it anymore, right that that point that I am going to push her back and just fuck the crap out of her, she jams her head down onto my cock taking my whole length into her mouth. I remember that at 18 years of age I did not know how rare deep throat skills were, and honestly I don't know if that is what she did or not. All I knew was my whole dick was in her mouth, her nose pressed into my pubic hair, and the hot tightness was maddening.

Just as I thought it couldn't feel any better, she moves her tongue while still fully engulfing me, moving it up and down on the underside of my cock, stroking it.

I don't have words, just loud groans that would be "Fuck!" if I could think enough to make the words, but I am lost in a world of sensation, and I exist in one single spot of pleasure so intense it is almost painful. I am at the edge, I want more, I don't give a fuck about anything.

I grab her hair, making a fist in it, and she pulls back and starts pumping on my cock with her face, fucking me with her mouth. With each hard thrust she slams down onto my throbbing stiffness I think it must be uncomfortable for her to do that, but she too seems lost in a sensation and keeps pulling up and slamming down on me, each thrust downward also pushing her finger further into my ass.

It doesn't take long. Just eating her pussy and the smell of her on my face has kept me right on the edge, and now these powerful strokes, that beautifully face wanting, needing it, watching me as she goes down on me pushes it over the edge.

My body is rocked with convulsions, and she slams down on me hard, deep as she can go, and does that motion with her tongue again.

It feels like fire shooting out, and I am tense, taut, pulling her head hard onto me, thrusting, fucking her mouth, and that maddening finger up my ass finds a place almost electric as sensation shoots through my whole body. It feels like I am flooding her throat and yet still she sucks me for more.

After a long deep cum my body relaxes, shudders, and I fall back. Slowly she pulls the finger out of my ass, and pulls back to suck the last of my juices from the tip of my cock. A few long slow strokes where it feels like she is milking my cock, and she lifts her head, smiles at me, and licks her lips.

God, she is fucking amazing. I know it's not forever. We both know it. We aren't in love, but we get along well as friends, and play so well, it's like we are taking every bit of enjoyment out of every encounter we have.

I grab her shoulders and pull her to me, and she flops against my chest, laughing. We cool together in the waning afternoon light, silent, listening to our own breathing, the low radio, and birds in the distance.

Endless minutes later she gets up and we get dressed. One ritual remains, something that started onces as an afterthought, continued as a joke, but after countless encounters like this has become a habit, a satisfying end to our romp.

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Slurpee?"

"Hell yeah." I start engine and we drive off to our 7-11 that we always go to, and laugh about the confused looking clerk that is always there, who seems to know what these two sweaty, smelly, rumply-looking kids were up to just minutes before.

THE END