Thump her in the thicket

Kendra sees the thicket and comes to the same conclusion you do. The two of you hurry behind some foliage, and you hope there is no poison ivy awaiting you on the other side. Much to your delight, you instead find a large boulder that couldn’t be more conveniently placed to allow one of you to sit, out of the view of any passersby on the walking trail. A couple of discarded condom wrappers mixed in with the leaves on the ground confirm that you are not the first one to appreciate this secluded area’s possibilities.

“Fuck me,” says Kendra, in a voice that is an erotic combination of command and **** plea. You grin, marveling at the incredible change that has come over your hot girlfriend in the span of just a few weeks. It seems like another lifetime when you were treading so cautiously with her, hoping against hope to get to second base. You came away from your dates with her so turned on, wishing desperately that you could have gone all the way with her. Had it not been for her slutty roommate, waiting for you after every date to drain your balls, you would have probably died of the world’s first terminal case of blue balls.

How different Kendra is now that you have awakened her to the previously-untapped potentials of the world of sex! Her passionate kisses against your lips and her persistent tugging at your zipper are the actions of a horny sex goddess who knows exactly what she wants and will pursue whatever is necessary to get it.

Your cock is out of your zipper, and Kendra’s jeans are lying on the ground. She has hold of your cock and is trying to guide it into her hungry cunt, but you have learned from experience that there is something you need to do first. You cringe as you recall the time in the library when Sarah begged you for a quickie, and the two of you held a 90-second impromptu fuck session amidst shelves of books about butterflies. The two of you were so eager to get on with it and almost as equally interested in not getting caught, that you simply pulled your dick out of your fly, reached under her skirt and pushed the crotch of her panties to one side, and banged the hell out of her. In doing so, you saved valuable time that would have otherwise been spent undressing. The downside was that the rough edges of your zipper wore your cock painfully raw. In fact, had you not both cum so quickly, you probably would have drawn blood by fucking for even one minute more.

As it was, you had to resort to the much-less-preferred method of wearing a condom for the next week or so. Since Sarah and Kendra were both on birth control, you typically didn’t have to bother with such things, but for that week you desperately needed the protection of a second layer of skin on your injured schlong.

Since that time, you have resolved to always take a few extra seconds to make sure there is sufficient space between the ragged edge of your zipper and the sensitive flesh of your favorite body part.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?’ pleads Kendra, persistently tugging at your cock as you push your jeans and boxers down by about six inches.

“Hell yeah, I’m going to fuck you,” you respond, leaning her against the boulder and lining your prick up for entry. “Just be sure to keep your voice down. And we don’t have time for foreplay.”

“How’s this for foreplay?” Kendra asks, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you toward her, driving your cock deep inside her wet pussy. “Fuck me hard and fast right now and make me cum!” She flashes you a sweet smile, blinks her eyes innocently, and adds, “Was that romantic enough for you?”

You respond with a grin, but do not waste your breath with words. Instead, you grant Kendra’s request and proceed to drill her as hard and as rapidly as you can. In no time at all, the steady slapping sound of your body against hers is the only sound that invades the serenity of the peaceful wooded surroundings.

You look at Kendra’s face. It is contorted as she fights to suppress her focalization of the pleasure your cock is sending through her body. You, likewise, bite your bottom lip hard as a reminder not to speak or even to groan, despite the intense bliss that originates in your balls and floods throughout your body.

Realizing that your bodies are slapping a bit more loudly than you would like, you pause your thrusts momentarily to listen for any indication that your presence has been detected. Kendra will have none of that, though, and she pulls fiercely against your hips, urging your cock to meet her crotch’s thrusts toward you.

“I’m so fucking close,” she whispers with a look of ferocity in her eyes. Seeing such carnal desire transform your ordinarily-sweet and proper girlfriend into a dirty-talking slut is all you need to make you resume your incessant humping.

The sudden sharpness of her nails in your ass tells you that your efforts have paid off. A split second later you feel her pussy clench tightly around your pistoning shaft. She lays her head back and closes her eyes tightly. You watch her entire body spasm and shake. She is so fucking sexy in that moment that you wouldn’t have been able to hold back if your life depended on it. With a powerful forward thrust, you release your load of goo into her still-spasming cunt, triggering even more violent shakes of her orgasming body.

Slowly you ease up on your thrusts, savoring the feeling of your cum flooding her love cavern. Her orgasm is so powerful and your load was so voluminous that it isn’t long before drops of your cum begin to splatter onto the leaves at the base of the boulder.

When you have each regained some control over your hormone-driven bodies, you withdraw your subsiding erection from between your girlfriend’s legs. You comply with her request for you to retrieve some tissues from her handbag, which she thoughtfully remembered to bring along. Thankfully, it did not land directly beneath her when she dropped it, or the cum stain on its leather exterior would serve as a permanent reminder of this quick-but-satisfying coupling.

After you have each cleaned up as much of your bodily fluids as possible under the circumstances, you pull up your pants, grateful to see that you earned only a few wet spots on your jeans. Kendra fared less well. Her panties and jeans, being positioned more directly beneath her, need some serious attention.

You are just securing your belt around your waist when she says, “I probably need to slip into the Ladies’ Room and see if I can clean this up a little. We still have a bit of a drive, and I’m not sure how to explain why the car smells like semen.”

You readily agree that this is a good plan. At the mention of the Ladies’ Room, however, you suddenly remember Sarah, and her request/command to meet her back behind the building. You look at your watch and see that less than five minutes have passed since you left the car. You try to decide whether you should risk taking the time to check on her.