Get inside that dirty hole

I panted hard, I need to hide!

I can't draw this guy to the town, everyone else I know is there.

I remember a hiding place from when I was a kid. A cavern just on the brook near by.

When I was more of a rebellious youngster I would hide from my Mom there as she tried to get me to do farm work, I would always try and get Mitzel, who helped with the crops, to come with me.

He was about 6 months younger then me and such a do gooder. Luckily he was not on the farm today. With his soft lips and short blonde hair the beast would have torn right through the delicate farm hand.

I leapt over the the outer fence of the farm and stumbled down the bank to the river.

I raced down the river to a waterfall of about 10 feet high. I discovered when I was young that if you duck under the cascade of water you can shimmy though a gap to get to a small cavern.

The water soaked me as I passed through. A small crack in the roof let in minimal light into this modest cave. I had a lantern set up here for the times I wanted to get away. I hadn't had as much time to get away since my mom had died three years ago. Too busy running the farm. But the lantern was still here waiting.

I need to dry off. I slumped down on the cavern floor trying to control my heart beat and think over the events so far soaked to the bone. I pull my shirt over my head to dry it off. My body shimmered in the dark light from sweat and river water. My pink nipples had tightened and puckered in the cold. The cavern is filthy and smells of earth.

I go to remove my trousers and notice I'm still hard. I unbutton the buttons and my cock bursts out. I sigh in relief. I shimmy out of them and set them aside. I find my hand has gripped round my dick and my mind wonders my villain, he smelt of fire and masculinity.

I think about taking in his scent. I now have both hands gripping on my shift almost trying to control it.

I imagine myself standing up to the beast, standing face to face with him as he towers over me. He pulls me into him and my face in pressed against his bare chest the smell consumes me. He tears my shirt in two and it falls to the ground.

I'm consumed with lust and I quiver in this dark dirty hole of a cave as I work out my madness on my member.

In my fantasy he pulls my brown hair down so I am **** to look up from his chest to his blood red eyes. I'm aghast in awe. His hand grab the back of my trousers and with effortless **** he lifts me two foot from the ground so I am face to face with him. My lip trembles. I can feel his cock head pressed into my groin.

With one tug he tears off my trousers like they were made from tissue. I am full exposed in front of him still lifted in the air, my bear ass resting in the palm of his hand.

His finger presses against my asshole. I moan in excitement and his lips are on mine. I relax and let his thick finger enter me.

I try to recreate my fantasy by lifting up my ass, spitting on my fingers and finger fucking myself frantically. I am out of control my body writhes in the cave pressing my back up against its wall. The rough surface scratches my back. I don't care.

I imagine when his finger enters me my mouth falls open and he invades me with his tongue.

'Ahhhhhh!!!' I holla, my eyes roll bank and my shaft fires a thick load against my wet cheek for a moment I feel ecstasy. The fantasy felt so real, I could see him, touch him, feel him, taste him and that smell!

It was stronger then ever! I am coming back to reality but that smell is still there. He's found me!