The Forbidden Forest: My First Time Breaking All Taboos with Claire
Deep in the Sologne forest, moss underfoot like a thick carpet. Claire squats behind ferns, skirt hiked, panties down. Her pale ass cheeks glow in the dappled light. Strong thighs folded over dark stockings, garter straps cutting white skin. Urine hisses out, breaking the bird songs. My cock twitches hard. ‘Superbe,’ I blurt.
She twists, startled. ‘Don’t look, you perv!’ But she slips. Legs splay, piss sprays her panties, stockings, skirt. She crashes back into moss, holding the bunched fabric. Irritated curses. I can’t stop staring. That blonde bush, sunlit, inviting. Heart hammers. This is it—no turning back.
The Approach: Tension Builds in the Woods
I kneel, help her up. Wipe her with tissues. Peel off soaked panties. Unhook skirt. Roll down stockings. She leans on my shoulder, lifts one heel at a time. Her skin warm, musky scent hits me. Fingers brush inner thighs, up to her pussy lips. She parts knees slightly. Lets me. Pulse races. My dick strains against pants. Fear grips me—Stéphane’s friend, betraying him. But desire wins. She’s trembling too.
Naked from waist down, she stands incongruous—blouse, jacket, perfect chignon, heels. ‘Now what?’ Cold eyes hide heat. I lead her to an ancient trunk, mossy, tilted. Press her against it. Legs spread wide. Pussy meets moss. Unbutton blouse, shove bra up. Heavy tits spill out. She hugs bark. My hand snakes between ass cheeks, fingers her wet slit. Other hand squeezes tits, rubs nipples on rough bark. She moans, head back. ‘Oh God, so good.’ Juices flood my fingers.
She strips fully—jacket, blouse, bra gone. Glorious body: muscled, thick, flawless white skin. Big firm breasts, powerful thighs. Queen in heels and chignon. I free my throbbing cock. Press against her back. Whisper, ‘Feel how you make this tree hard? It’s gonna fuck you.’ Heart pounds like drum. No words. Just need.
The Instant: Raw Explosion Against the Tree
Slowly, I slide in. One deep thrust to the hilt. She’s soaked, welcoming. She shudders, long ‘Aaaahhh.’ I pound hard. Lifts her off ground. She cambers, hooks thighs around trunk. Opens wider. I drive deeper, battering her core. She roars orgasm, claws bark. I explode inside, jets pumping endless. Forbidden bliss.
I pull out. Cum drips down moss. Her body marked—bark scratches, moss flecks on tits, belly. I brush her naked, hands greedy on breasts. She hugs me, first tender kiss. ‘What a tree!’ We laugh like kids. Drape her in my raincoat only. Walk hand-in-hand. She wipes leaking pussy with tissues. Sunlit clearing: deer flees. She drops coat, lounges nude. Sways hips, tits bounce. I devour her with eyes.
We fuck again on the coat—slow, sensual. First time in three years for her. First cheat. First outdoors. Innocence shattered. That thrill lingers. Her elegance twisted erotic. Nights later, I ache for her. But Stéphane’s shadow fades in memory’s heat. Adulthood’s raw edge: desire over loyalty. She vanished north. Ghost of her pussy haunts me still.
