Fucking to the coast

Part 1/6

Paul always felt rushed and constrained by the world, yet this was always something he resisted until his success at taking time and risks became more numerous than his failures; making him feel free yet dedicated to persist.

Last night he had particular success at a rich girl's college party, netting a seductive invitation to her yacht on the coast; albeit being docked across the country. Other than his personal invite, he took another risk that, while smaller, still paid off.

He went home that night with a nerdy computer-science babe; that under her sweats was thick in all the right places with her plump lips and freckles framed by her short black hair. Monica was the closest he could remember her name as he fucked her all night; bending her over and pounding against an ass that was only used to filling out computer-chairs.

After a few minutes of deep thrusts into this nerd, Paul's balls smacked against her swollen clit enough times for her body to seize from a 'stack-overflow' as her brain 'blue-screened' from the pleasure, commanding her to 'back-up' more rapidly even in her mind-fucked state.

Using her like a machine, clapping and bouncing her fat ass, it was only a matter of time before she took a load down her tight hole; that combined with the switch she felt flipped to be a slut sent her instincts to have her gushing out and soaking his sheets.

In the morning, Monica proved to be a bit clingy, but Paul was alright with her cute face sucking off his morning wood and jerking him with her tits. She eventually let him go after he spattered all over her upper half, seeming a bit sad but impressed by Paul going out to see what the day had to offer while she opted to stay in his bed on her laptop.

Paul remembered his ultimate goal of the day being to impress that heiress, so he took a quick jog; as exercise to loosen up his body for later. Admittedly, he was already worrying about leaving his one-night stand at his place and how insistent she was to the **** point of him live streaming his hike to her; so that 'they'd be together' for it; according to her.

Half-way through his hike, A blonde bimbo of a cougar came by on her bike; appearing distracted with her big ass firmly gripped by her tight and oddly dripping shorts, her tits stretching her tank top to its limits and a long ponytail trailing behind her.

She had a look of desire in her eyes that intensified as her gaze met Paul, distracting her to the point of losing control of her bike and being sent flying into his arms. Luckily the ground was soft, and the boobs pressing against his face were even softer, coincidentally slipping out of her top as well.

The cougar groaned on top of him, not in pain though, with her grinding herself against him for a second before gasping, "Oh I'm sooo sorry, Can I do anything to make you feel better?".

Paul could feel the lust in her voice, so he took a risk, sucking hard on one of her tits.

"ooo~yes, if that helps, but I bet I can do better" she moaned and laughed slightly, grinding more overtly against his cock.

"Ready to get back to riding?" Paul joked, after slobbering both of her sensitive peaks to stiffness as he looked over and noticed the vibrator attachment on her bike's seat.

"Maybe on something a bit more rugged" She responded, moving her shorts down to her knees and exposing his cock, as she leaned back braced by her hands while gyrating mere inches away from his tip.

He pulled her down, jabbing into her hungry slit and forcing her wetness to trail down his length, that he repeatedly thrusted all the way into with her biting her lip and pulling her head back in shock at the pleasure stretching her wide.

She rode his cock with an intense drive; violently shaking her tits in front of him, to send him off to fuck her even harder, inviting him to sit and continue to use his mouth on her large tits; begging him as a stud.

This mature slut came pretty quickly, given that her vibrator, aided by the bumps along the trail, had already sent her most the way. She took him deep as her body was rocked and clenched hard; both against his cock and the plug she had stuck up her ass.

Coming down from her high, her plump lips on her face showed how impressed she was to see him keep going. Then briefly to Paul's disappointment, she pulled off of him, only to flip onto all fours.

"How about you ride? stud" she offered while shaking her ass.

"Only if it can handle it rough" He commented, groping her ass.

"Ohh it can" she moaned, as he pressed back into her cunt to rock it one more time and feel her buck with the same level of bounce as if she were riding up a mountain.

Nearly passing out from another leg-shaking orgasm being fucked into her, the blonde slumped down, only to get her flame reignited as Paul pulled her back up by her hair and quickly tossed out her plug.

"Yesss, ride me" she cooed as he stretched out and used her backside like a feral beast humping her fat cheeks alone in the wilderness. Her slutty body took him as well as it could, with his thrusts slamming her colon against her otherwise toned belly and shaking her assets fiercely at every clap his body made against hers.

The mountain biking cougar's ass clenched with all her sexual prowess as it worked a young stud, coaxing his load into her as she came hard onto the trail, even as Paul pulled out to paint her toned rear.

Breathing out and taking in the sight of her plugging his load to inside her and licking what she could wipe off her cheeks, Paul remembered his body cam.

Rushing to check his phone, he saw a dozen missed texts that made him panic over a clingy-babe trashing his place, until he suddenly got a call.

"-Dude that was so hot!" started a nerdy cuckquean, ranting and complimenting how well he fucked 'that blonde babe', that he waved off to continue biking with his load plugged into her.

Paul definitely felt more vindicated and overall relaxed in his risk-taking, as he learned how well his audience liked his quick encounter.

Finishing his hike, he thought of how long the trip was to the coast and approached a bus stop to get a bit closer; noticing a sexy librarian-looking milf of a woman waiting at the stop as well, with her massive tits bulging against her book through her tight sweater, and her focus unbroken through her cute glasses that were about as cutesy as her small brown bob of hair that made her look wholesome regardless of the pure sex radiated by her body.

Paul felt like taking a risk, and his phone pinged with a similar urge.