Mountain Hunger: A Taste of the Wild

The rain hammered against the tin roof of our cabin, a relentless percussion against the backdrop of the vast, dark forest surrounding our secluded farm. We were alone, as usual, living a life stripped bare of pretense, a world built on shared desires and primal instincts. Just a mile from the churning gray of the Pacific, our property bordered a small, bustling holiday village, a stark contrast to our quiet existence. Naked, we moved freely, embracing the wildness that pulsed beneath our skin.

“How about helping me with a challenge?” Lucy’s voice cut through the rain’s insistent drumming, a playful invitation that instantly ignited something primal within me.

Without hesitation, I responded, “Of course. What can I do for you?” My gaze locked onto hers, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires hanging in the humid air.

“I want us to go down to Macy’s for supper,” she said, her voice laced with a subtle urgency. “And I want to cum, right there, in the middle of the restaurant. I want to make you cum too, while everyone’s watching.”

My initial reaction was disbelief, swiftly followed by a surge of heat that spread through my body. Before I could formulate a coherent response, my cock began to tingle, responding instinctively to her proposition. Her eyes scanned my face, assessing my willingness, and my unspoken agreement was met with a knowing smirk. “You’re hot stuff!” I blurted out, the words tumbling out before I could fully process the implications.

“I thought about Macy’s because it’s dark, and they always have live music. The focus will be on the band, and the sound of my toy will be drowned out,” she explained, her eyes glinting with anticipation.

“Your toy? Do you want to play with your toy in a public place? Are you insane?” I questioned, a flicker of concern momentarily overriding my burgeoning arousal.

“No, not insane,” she chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “Just incredibly horny. Just thinking about it has me dripping wet. Feel my pussy.”

With a swift, decisive movement, she grabbed my hand and positioned it between her legs. The coolness of her skin sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the wetness of her vaginal opening against my palm. Her skirt was shockingly short, revealing an expanse of pale pink flesh that immediately ignited my senses. There was no panty to provide any barrier; she had anticipated this moment, preparing herself entirely for the experience. Lucy used her hand to curl my middle finger, pushing it deep into her, then she used my hand to caress her own flesh, her movements deliberate and sensual. She swung her legs over the side of the chair, extending her reach and control. Her other hand moved upwards, brushing against her nipple, teasing and tantalizing as she rolled it between her fingers, creating a wave of pleasure that radiated through her entire body.

The wildness in her spirit was palpable, a raw, untamed energy that both frightened and thrilled me. She released my hand, continuing her self-stimulation with an intensity that bordered on frantic. I knew her body intimately, could sense the building pressure within her, the imminent eruption of pleasure.

“Drop your pants and come and stand in front of me,” she commanded, her voice a low hum of anticipation. “I want to watch you play with your cock.”

Without hesitation, I undressed, shedding my clothes with an almost desperate urgency. I stood before her, my feet spread wide, inviting her touch.

“Play for me,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto my cock. “Tell me what you’re feeling. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”

I began slowly, savoring the moment, taking pride in the show I was putting on for her. My cock was already saturated with clear, viscous fluid, and as I pulled back the foreskin, the sight of its swollen head sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My fingers danced over the head, exploring its sensitivity, while my other hand fondled my balls, intensifying the pleasure. Lucy’s eyes remained fixed on my cock, her breathing quickening with each movement.

“What are you feeling?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Tell me.”

“It feels as if I’ve disappeared,” I replied, lost in the sensations. “As if my entire body is just one massive cock. The head is so sensitive, and I have the most exquisite feelings when my hand slides over the head and down the length of my cock. Look how I’m dripping.”

Her response was a breathless gasp. “Pull back the skin all the way and use your other hand just on the head. Your head is very purple and big. Fuck, it is so nice to watch you. Use one finger and go around and around the head like you do on my clit.”

The sensation intensified, the heat radiating through my body. We were both dripping now, our bodies saturated with moisture, a testament to the raw desire that consumed us.

“Lucy, I cannot hold back! I’m going to cum. My cock is going to explode!” I shouted, unable to contain my mounting pleasure.

“I’m cumming too! Cum on me! Shoot that cum on me. Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!!!!” she shrieked, her voice a mix of agony and ecstasy.

As she lifted her blouse, revealing her bra-less breasts, I lost all control. The dam broke, releasing a torrent of pent-up desire. I came all over her, showering her in a deluge of semen, covering her breasts, her blouse, her neck, and even one of her cheeks. She shook violently, a guttural roar escaping her lips as she unleashed her own climax. I moved closer, allowing my final drops to fall upon her clit, prolonging her orgasm with a final, desperate thrust. She immediately used it, rubbing it over her clit, stretching out the experience for another few precious seconds.

We collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, our bodies trembling with the aftermath of our intense encounter. The rain continued to fall, a soothing soundtrack to our exhausted bliss. Laughter erupted from our lips, a shared expression of joy and release. It was a truly special moment, a testament to the power of our connection, our shared lust, and our uninhibited desires.

In the next installment of this series, *Cum for Dinner*, we venture out into the world, seeking pleasure in the most unexpected of places. Prepare yourself for a night of debauchery, as we indulge in our darkest fantasies, surrounded by strangers, while navigating the chaotic landscape of a crowded restaurant. The anticipation builds as we approach the heart of the action, ready to unleash our primal instincts and experience the ultimate pleasure. It's time to lose ourselves in the intoxicating aroma of food, the clinking of glasses, and the heat of our own bodies, all while battling the judgmental stares of the unsuspecting public. This is just the beginning of a wild ride, a descent into a world of lust, desire, and explicit content that will leave you breathless and begging for more.

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