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*note: all characters in this story are over 18.
I congratulated myself for the good idea of bringing a picnic blanket to the little park. The day was very still but the heat rising off the grass was sweet and lively; the sunshine moist and heavy on my skin. Slow music ran in my earbuds. I was feeling good in my shirt and running shorts, feet wonderfully bare in the warm grass after months of winter, and my friends were supposed to arrive in a few hours. I put on my sunglasses and lay a long time, soaking, smelling the soil and plants, feeling grateful for the earth which always supports me, slowing my breathing to listen to the trees.
Presently my diaphragm woke me from my daze with a huge tingling sigh; rubbing my stomach hard, I turned over on my stomach to warm my back, something coming up in me that made me smile. I shifted in my position until I felt it, a tuft of grass pushing into my cock through the wool blanket. I relaxed, arms over my head, cheek pressing into the rough fabric, and sank into the little stream of my pleasure. It became insistent. I was nowhere near my apartment. Anticipating without checking first that there would be a porta potty in some corner of the park where I might take care of this, I started gently grinding my cock into the lump. I thought maybe the horniness would peter out and help me nap on that warm grass.
My mind registered a truck pulling into the gravel parking lot. The good part of me told me to stop doing something so lewd in a public park, and I lost myself in a horny fantasy for a while. The music kept spilling through my head. The sun laid heavily on me. My fantasies slowed and deepened; I relived a year of college fucking. And then something happened; I clicked back into the present, where my cock was hot in my underwear, stopping my hips mid-thrust.
Shit. I tried to feign laziness as I rolled onto my side, taking off my sunglasses to rub my face and then I saw the big shirtless man a few feet away, just looking at me. I raised a hand to shield my eyes and when I squinted, I made out dirty boots, baggy jeans, hairy thick chest, little wire neon-orange flags visibly poking out of his back pocket. He didn’t move. My mouth watered, then dried. We looked at each other. Then, one big hand yalova escort drifted from his side to his crotch; my mind jerked with the realization that he wasn’t adjusting his jeans- the fabric wasn’t loosening in his grip, it was crushing and wrinkling under his palm as he rubbed his bulge. I was paralyzed into the moment, I was just on this blanket with a big landscaping contractor grabbing his dick in front of me.
What’s up, I asked him stupidly, trying to smile.
He smirks now, too. Mind if I join?
Oh, fuck yeah.
I want to laugh, but I just turn over onto my stomach again. I feel him appraising my round ass and legs and I blush to remember how short my shorts are, what a horny twink he must be seeing. After a moment, I feel his presence behind me, his hands slowly pulling my shorts and underwear off together. The pressure of the thick elastic is relieved. It’s unexpectedly cold without them until I realize I’m feeling the chill of my wetness in the open air. He asks me to get up onto my knees. I feel the shock of stubble pushing into my cheeks and his hot mouth goes to work slipping gently up and down my ass and pussy. His hands close around my calves with a scratchy tingle. I feel myself run with pleasure; I gasp as his lips close around my cock and move gently back and forth; he makes a deep, excited noise when he feels the resonance of pleasure in me. He’s skilled.
I let out something needy as he pulls away and I feel a smack of spit on my anus, and then he slowly wiggles and penetrates my holes with warm, thick-knuckled fingers. My stomach glows and trembles with cautious pleasure as he keeps driving over and into my tight ass and pussy, moaning high as he grows more forceful and then pulls out entirely. Then I hear a zipper, feel something hot and silky smack my ass. Is that…? I turn my head and try to look, but already I feel it pushing for entrance at the tiny opening of my pussy. I reach one hand back to guide it inside but he’s already ramming it in slowly, moaning his satisfaction, and it hurts. He’s thick as hell.
Spit on it, I tell him.
There’s no answer, he just runs his hands in long scraping caresses up and down my back and thighs; it feels edirne escort so good it overwhelms me and I shudder a little bit, momentarily forgetting the cock impaling me until the motion wiggles it against the walls of my pussy and I begin to feel better. My fingers land on my stiff cock as he begins feeding me just the tip, plunging it in and then out again, rubbing and brushing the wetted tip all over my ass, leaving trails of my own warm juice, then giving it back to my pussy. He groans with each dip.
Finally he starts thrusting it all the way inside and it feels so intense- aching and maddening, like a big throbbing bell. The little flags clink together, quiet, with each hit. He grabs up my ankles, gripping hard, giving me a dim shock before he props them up on his powerful denim thighs- something about crumpling my legs like this heats me. My body feels like jelly as he begins to fuck my hole in earnest. He’s gentle and deep, the energy spreading unstoppably from his little thrusts. I’m immediately hot and so wet; I feel drops of his sweat landing on my arched back and shirt as it falls up around my chest, exposing me. His hands explore, dragging, thumbs pinning into my engorged pussy lips as he penetrates me, then closing around my ass, my waist, my thighs, and hips as he pulls my pelvis back for each thrust, rhythmic, shooting me through with a flash of something delicious over and over and over.
When it finally comes, my release is huge, grateful, popping me and shaking me out of his hands. I land awkwardly on my side, still clutched by the orgasm; I’m grateful that he lets me go as it rattles its way out of my crying mouth, my running pussy, my flexing and cramping legs. It leaves me completely.
Thick, grassy summer air rushes slowly over my salty, dripping body as I turn over and lay on my back for him, holding my knees open around my chest for more. We crack big confident smiles. The sun is in my eyes, blinding me as he puts my legs over his broad, shining shoulders and pushes inside again with a grunt of effort.
This time he’s just using me. He’s bouncing on my pussy; big, deep thrusts, over and over, that rock my whole body. I learn again that he’s a lot bigger than erzurum escort I am. I’m filled with something like terror or awe and I can’t look away from the source of this feeling, the uncut dick emerging from the fly of his jeans, breeding me; instinctively I grab and hold onto my ass and the soft, wet skin of my inner thighs as if it’ll keep me from falling apart with each hit. He speeds up. I feel like a doll being shaken. My ears roar. I try to get ahold of myself as I stare into his unseeing eyes; I try to take some deep breaths as it occurs to me that right now, he probably couldn’t stop himself from moving in and out of me if he wanted to.
Finally he lands on top of me; I feel his gut tug and with some effort he withdraws, some incredible noise coming from between his clenched teeth, and grips his dick tightly in his big hand as he shoots rounds and lines of cum onto my hard cock and stomach. It shines, mingling with our sweat. I stare at him, open-mouthed, as he comes back to me; we both stare as he draws his fingers unevenly through the mess, finger-painting, side to side, then finally down again, rubbing my cock from side to side with his knuckles and creaming our cum on my pussy lips. It makes a wet little whisper. My mouth opens and I whimper as he goes harder and slower until it’s too much. I take over, lightly jerking off for him. My cock is so sensitive, my pelvis already filled with spice, bucking occasionally until he slides the tips of his fingers into my pussy and anus, resting them there, and he gapes at me as I take myself into one more long, relaxing orgasm. My body wrings a long, satisfied groan from me. He kneels between my legs as my knees relax open. He hands me a tissue from a little plastic pack in his pocket, and I wipe most of the cum off. We just chill together on the blanket for a few long moments. A car goes by. Finally we both begin to chuckle.
Careful. Make sure my boss isn’t the one to catch you humping like that. No matter how nice it is outside.
Oh? Maybe I’d like to be punished. I wink at him, mostly for the drama, and he can’t help but smile.
Nah, he’s an asshole. He’ll fine you…
Oh.
I’ll see you around? He grins something cute.
Mm, maybe, I say, restoring the sunglasses to my eyes and biting my lower lip. I need to be careful, you know. I don’t want to get addicted to fucking in public parks with strange men.
Yeah, you were incredible, too. Enjoy the park.
I think he catches me ogling his ass as he walks away. I pull my shorts up and smile until my friends arrive.
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