Wild Adam and Eve

Sir and I walk side by side
In the humid, sun-dappled forest.
Memories of a recent deluge
Shine from jeweled drops of rain
Left on the leaves and branches.

Puddles filled with opaque, muddy water
Dot the path ahead.
Mud covers the ground,
It squishes and slips beneath our feet,
Making our steps unsteady.

A huge puddle blocks our way,
So we pause, considering our options.
I look up at Sir with adoration.
He feels me looking at him,
So he turns towards me.

He looks at me intently.
And, suddenly,
Just like that,
He captures me with his eyes.

I dive in deeply,
Never wanting to resurface,
As if I'm lapsing into a dream
From which I never want to wake.

I feel wobbly and faint.
His strong arms surround me,
Keeping me from falling.
Keeping me safe,
As he always does.

My body thrills at his touch.
I lean into him,
Resting my head on his broad chest,
Lulled by its rise and fall as he breathes,
Taking comfort in his steady heartbeat.

He tightens his embrace,
And my body shudders:
I've longed to feel his touch
For so long,
His closeness overwhelms my senses.

He bends his head down and
Begins kissing my hot, pulsing lips.
His warm tongue enters my mouth.
He presses his lips hard against mine
And pushes his tongue deep inside.

He grasps my head
And pulls my face closer.
He thrusts his tongue in deeper, Powerfully,
Insistently.

I grab fistfuls of his shirt,
Pulling him towards me
With all my might.
Come closer, I think desperately,
Closer... closer.

We stumble off the trail.
Fuck, don't let me go.
Don't ever
let me
go.

He pushes me against a tree.
He tears off my shirt and bra.
I feel the rough bark scratching my back. I feel the warm air hitting my nipples.

He takes off his shirt.
And his pants.
Oh, god, I lust for him.
He pounces on me,
Grabbing me tightly.

We drop to the muddy ground
And roll around in each other's arms
Like animals.
The sound of heavy, ragged breathing
Fills the air.

He pulls down my pants
And rips off my panties.
I'm on my back,
My legs spread wide for him.
He pushes them wider.

He places his mouth on my pussy.
I moan...
and moan...
and whimper.
Oh, FUCK! I can't be silent.

His warm mouth on my labia,
Licking my clit,
His tongue thrusting into my vagina...
Oh, god, it feels like heaven to me.
I press my hips toward him.
I must feel him.

"Eat me, Sir,
Fuck,
Please eat me!
Devour your slut!
Please..." I beg, whimpering.

His rough tongue licks my clit with abandon,
Teasing it lightly,
Then pressing against it hard.
His soft lips pull and suck on my labia.

I hear him slurping and growling.
He slides his tongue along my slippery slit.
He nips my pussy lips with his teeth.
He nips my clit with his teeth.
I scream.

I'm writhing on the ground.
He grabs my hips,
Holding them tightly to his face
So I can't get away.
Strong sensations jolt through me.

He slaps my pussy,
Again
And again.
My hips recoil with each strike.
My pussy is engorged and throbbing.

I scream
And scream
And moan.
Such exquisite pain,
And pleasure.

Focusing on my clit with his tongue, lips,
And teeth,
He plunges two fingers into my vagina,
Then three,
And four.

Pushing, thrusting,
Deep, hard...
Deeper, harder.
I hear slushing sounds from my wet pussy,
Slurping sounds as his mouth attacks my clit.

Overwhelmed,
so overwhelmed...
My core and vaginal muscles squeeze tightly.
The pressure builds inside me,
Higher and higher.

I'm moaning louder,
Screaming and groaning like a wild animal.
I feel his lips,
Tongue,
Teeth
Eating me.

I feel his fingers fucking me.
Oh, god! I need to cum.
I need it so badly.
"Please, Sir,
May I cum?!"

"No, little one,
Not yet!
Wait..."

I've reached the crest of my orgasm.
I'm right on the cusp,
Hanging in midair,
Hanging,
Hanging,
So high,
Dangling on a thread.

I mustn't crash over yet.
Hang on...
Hang on...
Just hang on.

He never lets up.
He keeps eating me,
finger fucking me.
It's too much for me.
What is he doing to me?

"Sir, please,
Sir, I beg you,
I NEED to cum!"

"Yes,
Cum for me, little one!
Cum now."

And at his command I scream with pleasure and
I crash over the top.
Hard.
I'm falling.

My body is out of my control,
Spiraling down,
Wracked with powerful pulses
Radiating through my whole being.

I shake and pulse violently
Over
And over
And over.

Then he gets on top of me
And without warning,
Without a break,
He thrusts his gorgeous, hard cock
Deep inside me.

Thrusting passionately,
Again.
And again.
Filling me with his length,
Groaning, grunting, moaning.

His pleasure builds fast
As he fucks his slut,
As he takes me
And makes me his.

My pleasure builds, too,
And I'm going to have a
Second, fucking orgasm with Sir.
We moan together,
Hot, sweaty, muddy.

He shoots his cum explosively
Deep in my pussy,
Spurt after powerful ecstatic spurt,
As his body pulses and shakes,
Triggering my second orgasm.

And I hold on tight,
Never letting go.
Ah, I feel such fucking joy
And elation.

As we feel relaxation wash over us,
We look at each other and laugh at how messy we look:
Mud smudged faces and muddy bodies,
Clothes strewn on the ground.

But Sir and I are like wild Adam and Eve
In the garden,
Joyful and free,
Enjoying each other's sexuality and bodies
Without guilt or inhibitions.

We dress again the best we can,
Then hold hands and continue on our way,
Walking straight through the fucking puddle,
Because we're already wet and dirty,
But mostly because we're wild and happy and free.