My First Real Touch: Sucking Cock in the Forest Heat
Under the ancient oaks by the pond, I spotted him. Sitting on that stump, nose in his phone. My pulse hammered. This was it. No turning back. I’d lured JB here, the farm boy I’d teased online, jerked off to on video. His cock obsessed me. Ugly face, killer body. Now, mine to command.
Shorts hugging my ass, tank top clinging to sweat-slicked skin. Backpack hid the rope. ‘Hey, champ,’ I called. He jumped. ‘No more fuck-ups like last time.’ He nodded, sorry eyes. ‘Drop your shorts. Pull it out.’ He did. Soft at first. I smirked. ‘Pathetic.’ But my clit throbbed.
The Approach: Tension Builds
‘We’re playing a game.’ Rope out. ‘I’ll tie you.’ Hesitation. I turned to leave. ‘Wait!’ Shorts down, cock flopping free. I bound him to the tree, tight as I could. T-shirt off. Blindfold on. Heart slamming ribs. Stripped naked, scanning silent woods. Air thick, canicule heat.
‘You’re mine,’ I whispered in his ear. His dick twitched, hardening. Mine. Fear twisted with lust. What if he breaks free? What if I chicken out? Knees weak, pussy dripping. No condom, standing fuck impossible. But touching? Real flesh? First time ever. Breath caught. No backing out.
Stood before him, fingers circling my clit. Silent. He strained, blind. I danced closer, grazed his shaft. Hot. Heavy. Alive. Fingertips traced veins, peeled skin back slow. Throbbed in my palm. Heart exploded. This was real. No screen, no toy. His meat, pulsing.
Dropped to knees. Closer. Perfect shape, thick girth. Mouth watered. ‘Like this?’ I gripped, stroked firm. He groaned. Pumped faster, eyes on prize. Leaned in. Lips brushed head. Salty pre-cum. Tongue flicked. Then engulfed. Filled my mouth. Hot, velvet steel. Sucked deep, hand twisting base. My free hand dove pussy, frantic.
The Instant and Aftermath: Breaking Free
Gagged a bit, clumsy. Spit drooled. But fuck, power surged. Him helpless, me devouring. Pussy clenched. Orgasm building. ‘Gonna cum,’ he gasped. Pulled off, watched ropes of jizz arc. Fingered myself to shatter, ass up, moaning muffled.
Looked up. He’d slipped the ropes. Towering, grinning. Panic spiked. Naked, exposed. He’d seen me cum like a slut. Fury boiled. ‘Turn around!’ Threatened cops. He obeyed. Dressed fast. Ranted, slapped his still-hard cock. It sprang back. Infuriating.
Shorts off again. ‘Kneel. Lick me.’ Grabbed his ear, guided. Tongue hit clit. Jolt like lightning. Legs buckled. ‘Slow!’ Finger slipped in, unasked. Fell sideways, laughing through rage. ‘Dumbass. Lie down. 69 it.’ Straddled his face. Sucked him sloppy while he ate me out. Finger-fucked right. Exploded again, shaking. His load splattered my cheek.
Lay there, spent. Whispered, ‘Next time, whatever you want.’ Then fury. Cum in hair. Jumped up, dressed, fled. Innocence shattered. Controlled him, but lost grip. First taste of cock, real cum on skin. No virgin anymore. Craved more. Messy, raw, alive. Farm boy unlocked it all.
