I love warm autumn afternoons. Four seasons make me appreciate every warm day I can get before the frost begins. I lay in the hammock between two maple trees, soaking up the gentle rays of sun through leaves, feeling sleepy, swinging slowly.
I imagine Sam standing next to where I lay. His pants are unzipped as his hand works around his hard cock. My mouth waters. His hand trails across my smooth stomach, pushes my sweater up above my tits, grabs a handful and pinches a nipple. It sprays milk. I arch my back and let him pull my panties off my thighs. They dangle off my toes as I adjust my position across the hammock, my head and my legs hang right off the sides.
Sam pushes his prick into my dripping pussy. My wetness engulfs him. The smell of my cunt rises, filtering through the leaves above, waking caterpillars sleeping in cocoons. He rides me in the hammock, like ocean waves pounding against the surf. He takes his time, makes me beg for it.
Moans sounding like loons cooing from far away are silenced by Tom Cooz‘s big thick cock entering my mouth. My cunt tightens around Sam as the sudden plunge stops my breath. I am swimming, finding the rhythm of my breath as I open my throat to Tom’s thrusts. I relax as the two men rock me back and forth in the hammock, taking turns being inside me. Mouth… cunt… mouth… cunt… mouth… cunt… growing more urgent as my body heats up around theirs, friction spreading blushes all over cheeks.
Sam pulls out of my pussy and shoots his cum all over my tummy and tits. At the same time, Tom lets loose a gush of goo deep into my gurgling throat. I am drowning. Tom pulls out of my mouth as his cum drips from my lips.
Jay comes home from being out in the lake on his kayak. My fantasy men are gone, but he finds me still covered in cum. He spreads my legs before him and fucks my ass furiously, calling me names. When he is ready, he grabs me by my hair, pulls me right off the hammock onto the ground and grinds his rock hard cock into my mouth till he is spent.
I lay back in the hammock between two maple trees, soaking up the gentle rays of sun through leaves, feeling sleepy, swinging slowly.
oh ya may- couldnt have read that at a perfect time. that story is such a turn on me and peter are hanging out and i read him the story and he really liked it. i met a girl te other night and my closness with peter couldnt be any better.
better yet- we set up our webcams so we can have fun when we arent together- forget about the girl- i love my man hes amazing.
Very nice and very hot!
Sweet May,
We’re really getting lonely here, since it’s been about 3 weeks that you have’nt moved for us. We miss you already…my dick has not been that hard since the last time, talking about your trilogy.
Misss youuuuuuu!!!!!!