Forest Fever: A Wet Weekend Encounter

The air hung thick and humid, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight dripped through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. It was a Saturday, a day stolen from the relentless grind of work, and my wife, Sarah, and I had ventured deep into the woods behind our cabin, seeking a moment of peace, a brief escape from the pressures of modern life. We'd been walking for nearly an hour, lost in conversation and the simple pleasure of being together, when she abruptly stopped, pulling me into the dense undergrowth. The change in her demeanor was immediate, a subtle shift that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. She looked at me, her eyes dark and intense, and posed a question that instantly ignited a fire within me: “Is there anything I can do for you?”

My breath caught in my throat. The invitation hung in the air, laced with both vulnerability and a thrilling, unspoken challenge. Without hesitation, I responded, my voice low and husky, “I’d just love to put my lengthy cock into your mouth and let you suck until I was shooting my cream down your throat.” The words felt primal, a release of pent-up desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. I watched her carefully, gauging her reaction, savoring the moment before it unfolded.

A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, quickly replaced by a knowing smile. She had a cold sore, a small, inflamed patch on her lower lip, but she wasn't one to let minor discomfort derail her pleasure. “There’s a way around these things,” she murmured, her voice laced with a playful confidence. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

She lay back against a moss-covered log, her body relaxed and inviting. I approached her slowly, deliberately, my hands tracing the contours of her skin as I climbed onto her. The feel of her warm flesh beneath my hands sent a jolt of electricity through me. My arousal intensified, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm my senses. I took a deep breath, centering myself, focusing all my energy on the task ahead.

I began to masterbate my shaft, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring each wave of pleasure. I aimed for her mouth, visualizing the moment when she would catch and swallow my cum, but my control was shaky, my movements clumsy. The first few attempts were disastrous, the fluid splashing onto her face and chest, leaving a glistening trail. But I persisted, adjusting my technique, honing my focus, determined to fulfill her request.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to direct a generous stream of semen into her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste, her body arching slightly in response. The pleasure was palpable, radiating from her as she began to suck, her lips parting slightly to inhale every last drop. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of hot and cold, wet and dry, raw and refined. As I continued to thrust, the flow became more insistent, more urgent, until I felt my cream shooting down her throat, a torrent of white pleasure that left her breathless.

The experience was intensely satisfying, but it wasn’t over yet. Her eyes fluttered open, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She reached down, unbuttoning her wet panties with trembling fingers, and pulled them down to reveal her sweet, hairy pussy. Without hesitation, she placed it on my face, her weight pressing down on my cheek, her breath warm against my skin. It was an act of surrender, a complete and utter submission to my desire.

I responded instantly, my hands moving over her body, tracing the curves of her vulva, her clitoris, her labia. The touch was electrifying, igniting a fresh wave of lust within me. I began to lick her beautiful cunt, my tongue exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh, seeking the point of maximum pleasure. Her muscles tensed, her breathing quickened, and a low moan escaped her lips as she arched her hips, begging for more.

The heat intensified, the air thick with anticipation. I continued to lick, my movements frantic, desperate, as she writhed beneath me, her body completely consumed by pleasure. The sweat glistened on her skin, reflecting the dappled sunlight that filtered through the trees. It was a primal scene, a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, a testament to the raw power of desire.

As I reached the brink of orgasm, she shifted her position, bringing her body closer to mine, her weight pressing down on my chest. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting go of all control, allowing myself to be completely lost in the depths of her pleasure.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure subsided, she removed her wet panties and lay back against the log, panting heavily. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You really know how to please a woman."

I smiled, a genuine smile of contentment, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, the lingering scent of her sweat filling my senses. The forest, once a sanctuary of peace, had become a crucible of passion, a place where we had unleashed our primal desires and forged an even deeper connection. The heat lingered in the air, a silent testament to the intensity of our encounter, a promise of more to come. As we slowly rose to our feet, hand in hand, we knew that this experience would forever change our relationship, solidifying our bond and deepening our love. The memory of that wild, exhilarating afternoon in the woods, the taste of her wetness on my lips, and the feel of her body against mine would remain etched in our minds, a constant reminder of the pleasure we had shared and the passion that burned between us.

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