All the way into the next fortnight.

The idea of letting Amy have her way with me was definitely tempting. There were occasions when I fantasized about the sportiest lady in our group under slightly more dominant scenarios - nothing overtly within BDSM territory, but they did tend to feature Amy in a teacher or instructor's role where she "punished" me after class. Still, that wasn't the point here. Claiming Amy's lips with my own once again, I dove a finger into her leaking snatch. Deeply she moaned into my mouth.

"I don't think you're in the best of positions to be making demands," I whispered into her ear, giving her lobe a lick while my finger continued its work. "But since you asked so nicely..."

Gently I eased Amy around, such that she now gripped the smooth bark with her hands. I watched her arcing back, trailing down her curves until I ended at her ass. The way her pussy glistened, it was like looking at a diamond presented to me on a velvet cushion - actually, two velvet cushions.

In less time than it takes to tell, I pulled down my lower layers, grunting as my iron-hard rod breached the air, before I placed my hands firmly on Amy's waist for aim, making sure we were well-grounded for what was to commence.

And then I plunged right in.

"Fuhhhhh...!"

In that moment, I almost expected to hear a choir of angels burst into song. Amy was still sensitive, and between our efforts earlier, I was teased to the point that I expected my rod to explode. Instead I kept going, ramming against Amy's quim as the sweet, sweet friction turned our flesh to fire. Each time she tried to gasp, another push from me would punch the breath right out of her lungs, and she clung to the tree like a dying man.

"Aaaaangh-oooooogh!" she eventually managed to yowl, clawing the bark as though she was a cat in heat as I continued to soldier on. "Oh, fu-u-u-uuuuck! Ah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaah!"

At that point Amy simply fell forward, no longer able to keep her balance and slam her backside with all her might at the same time. Likewise, I ended up leaning forward with her, pressing onto her back as we dropped into a sort of kneeling position. All this did was put my hips in position to dive into hers with even more gusto while allowing me to reach for her quivering breasts. A sound like a sob came from her as she dug her fingers into the dirt, in response to me pinching her nipples.

If our last public affair had roused a whole store, the duet we danced that day might have easily drawn the whole park as an audience - had there been other parkgoers at the time. Instead, nature was our stage and spectator, as we made love like primitive Man might have, unbridled and primitive and oh so filthy.

"Ian!" Amy suddenly shrieked, and her entire body seemed to lose control, shuddering left and right and all sorts of other delicious directions like a rodeo stallion. "I - !"

Her vagina made one final clench.

In the moment, it felt like wrapping my cock in angelic feathers, only for the entire length of my meat to detonate from the sheer bliss I was experiencing. I heaved a deep breath of Amy's sweat, arousal and the earth around us as what could only be described as a waterfall poured out of me into her. Even then I managed to kiss about her shoulders and neck, feeding her the fingers of my left hand as she licked and moaned against them. We didn't just ride the wave, we soared above it, and there was no telling when we were coming back down.

By the time we did, the squeaking sounds of insects filled our ears anew. If there had been a human audience, there was no sign otherwise to prove it. Exhausted, I rolled off Amy, gently pulling her to face me. Any attempt to behold the afterglow was promptly ruined at the look of her face - her ridiculously strewn hair was one thing, but it was the frozen expression of her misaligned eyes and open mouth that did it. I broke into chuckles, and that set her off as well.

Somehow, the sight of grass stains, crumpled clothing and her absolute mess of a hairdo only made Amy appear all the more attractive. Unable to help myself, I leaned in for another kiss, and she responded by pulling me in by my shoulder.

"...You know," Amy finally spoke up after a while, tracing a finger around my nipple. "You've got a strange way of asking a girl out to prom. Not that I'm complaining."