Hot Hippy Summer - Sex Stories

Hot Hippy Summer

... get your ass over here and give this wood nymph what she wants! Don't make me cast my spells on you!" Meg chucks her now empty water bottles in the truck and jumps up onto the passenger seat. It's slightly undignified given her height but she makes it just fine, sits her butt on the worn leather and faces me, legs spread wide, one hand holding the grab handle above her, sweat-soaked bush beckoning me.

The dark hair around her cunt has clearly seen a lot of action recently, none of it inside a shower. It's soaking wet now from a mix of water and sweat, but I see thicker clumps where I can only assume cum is still clinging to her and I'm sure there's plenty of piss mixed in. I'm practically drooling over her unwashed body as I lower my head. With Meg propped on the truck seat she's at an ideal hight, and with one hand on the shoulder of the passenger seat I'm easily able to use my other to slide into her. There's a little resistance, her pussy juices thick but slick, almost like vaseline. She gives a moan as I slide first two, then three fingers in her and she repositions slightly so one boot is resting on the armrest of the wide open door, the other over my shoulder. I don't need any extra enticement, but the pressure from her leg only speeds my mouth's descent. She's already flooding my hand when my mouth hits her bush, tongue extended as I lick through her hair and up and down her slit. Every time I flick over her prominent clit she gives a little extra shiver of ...

... arousal; a slight buck of her hips. My nose is pressed hard against her crotch, nostrils wide open as I suck in air. The stench is intense - awash with old sweat, cum, and stale piss. Her taste is similarly strong: salty, acidic, and pungent, mixed with the sweetness of her current active wetness. It's utterly filthy and I couldn't be more turned on.

Meg pulls me in even closer, her hairy leg and leather boot practically pinning my head to her pussy. I realize I'm grunting with the effort of forcing my fingers as deep as they'll go while giving her pussy lips and clit a thorough tongue lashing. My cock is straining at the seams of my shorts while Meg's pussy juices are running down my hand and arm. I'm not positive because I can't see, but I could swear she's leaking on me so much that I'm dripping. Certainly my mouth is inundated with fluid, each of my finger strokes against the rougher front wall of her pussy yielding a new pool. Her thighs are now clamped around my head, but even with these hairy earmuffs I have no trouble hearing her. What's started as low moaning has evolved, first into loud, higher moaning and now into a stream of verbal filth, a sort of horny Tourettes. But then suddenly, Meg shifts gears entirely.

"Oh fuck... wait just a second..." she literally grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth off her. Her body, which had been tensed for what I thought was sure to be a rapidly arriving orgasm loosens, apart from her hand holding my head. Curious and ...