The Badlands Hike - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Badlands Hike - Part 1

... gently kick her legs as the panties slid off over her toes and got lost deep in the recesses of the sleeping bag. Now with myself completely naked, and her clad in nothing but her tight, black sports bra, we rolled our bodies. I rolled onto to my back, and she climbed on top of me. The rain beat down on the roof of the tent. She spread her legs to straddle me. The space between her legs was warm and inviting. I could feel her rub herself against my stomach, rocking her mound back and forth against my hard abs. I could feel that she was shaved smooth. She slid herself lower, until I finally felt the hard tip of my cock make contact with the warm lips of her pussy. I was shocked at how wet she was with so little foreplay. I guess the adrenaline must have helped her along quite a bit. I felt my tip slide in between the moist folds of her outer lips. I heard her let out a soft moan as just my tip entered her. I felt her rock her pelvis back and forth, letting my cock head slide up and down her opening. She slid me up to her clit and ground herself into me, letting my head rock back and forth over her sensitive little nub. I felt her body tense as another loud moan escaped her lips. She finally lowered herself back down so that the tip of my cock slid gently into her opening once more. As the rain rolled off the top of the tent, she rocked her body up and down, teasing me with the idea of what it would feel like to finally be inside this perfect woman. Then she leaned in and ...

... crushed her lips into mine as she lowered herself all the way, impaling herself on my long, thick cock. She screamed, a guttural, primal noise as my cock spread her tight pussy. A bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, and in that instant, I saw her face, twisted with a combination of pleasure and pain, her mouth pulled into a grimace or a smile. Her body rocked back and forth on my cock, my entire length sliding in and out. I felt the muscular walls of her pussy part to accept me each time she slammed herself down onto my shaft. I felt our combined juices mingling, lubricating us and allowing her to writhe faster and faster over my long cock. I reached down and grabbed her tiny waist with my hands, helping her to pump up and down ever harder and faster. I felt our bodies heating up, all danger of hypothermia gone at this point. We were starting to sweat inside the warm sleeping bag, and I felt our skin start to become slippery as our hard bodies slid up and down each other. Finally unable to stand it any longer, I ripped open the zipper of the sleeping bag and felt the cool air rush in as our bodies were finally exposed to the rest of the air inside the tent. Feeling the extra space, the woman ran her hands up my chest, then planted her palms firmly on my pecs and used them to push herself up into a sitting position. Her legs straddling me, her body straight up, tall and proud, she continued to ride my cock. Her hands pressed into my chest for balance, and I helped by cupping ...