“You should join her,” she said as they passed. “I bet you look that good naked, too.”
“You do,” Amy said as the couple walked away. “And I would love to see your cock right now.”
John put his truck in park. He glanced over at Amy. She was smiling to herself as she fingered her wedding ring. She was dressed in a sports bra and a cute pleated skirt that fell to mid-thigh. Sometimes, he still couldn't believe she actually married him. She was the sister of his closest friend. She had been crushing on him for years. Her brother had made her off-limits. It wasn't hard to agree to when she was a gangly kid. But she hadn't stayed that way. As she neared adulthood, she had gotten very pretty. Though he had kept his promise to her brother.
Two years ago, he had gone to a club called the Velvet Dust. It was his 4th time visiting, and he was thrilled to see a new girl losing her virginity that night. He waited through the ceremony and took a turn with the girl, named Flower, early. He got lucky on his second turn with her to have the announcement that cumming inside was allowed at that time. He had buried himself deep in Flower and been her first creampie. Her moaning had grown louder at that time, and he recognized her voice. Flower was Amy.
After leaving the club, he had called her brother, told him that he had decided to date Amy, and that he was going to have to deal with it. John had made good on that promise. Amy even insisted on keeping her job at the club. He never realized he would enjoy being cucked until that night. Seeing the girl he wanted passed around. It was one of the hottest things he had ever experienced. Nearly two years later, he asked her to marry him. Now she was on a break from the club. They decided to have a baby, and since her job meant lots of cum inside her, they wanted to make sure it was only his once she went off birth control.
He stepped out, closed his door, and grabbed their backpacks from the truck bed. He noticed she was taking a minute to step out, so he walked around to her door. As he opened it, she hopped out with a smile. She took her bag and put it on. She walked toward the trailhead, and he followed. He glanced at her butt, swaying in her short skirt, and was surprised to see a tail poking out of the bottom of her skirt.
"Cute tail," he said, trying to ignore the rush of blood to his cock. "Clipped to your panties?"
"Nope," she said sweetly as she lifted the back of her skirt. She wore nothing beneath it. He loved the way her bare ass wiggled as she walked. He stared at where the tail disappeared between her cheeks.
"I see, love it." He said.
They set off down the trail, she still holding her skirt up, he trying to adjust his hard cock to a comfortable place. An older couple turned a corner approaching them. Amy let her skirt fall, so he moved up alongside and took hold of her hand. They passed the couple. As they continued walking, Amy would occasionally move ahead, deliberately showing him her bare ass again, and letting that tail sway. At one point, she tucked the bottom of her skirt into the waistband so she wouldn’t have to hold it up. John nearly tripped, mesmerized by the way it swayed with every step.
A couple of joggers approached, two men around his age. Amy made no move to cover herself as they passed, her bare cheeks on full display. John caught both of the men glancing at her; one of them even winked at John, as if to say, Well done. After that, Amy let the skirt fall back down, and they continued further up the trail. They stopped to take a drink and share a power bar.
“It’s so hot out here,” she said, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.
“Hotter with that tail,” he murmured, pulling her close by the hip. “Makes me want to fill the other hole.”
She giggled and playfully pushed him away. Setting her bag down, she slipped off her sports bra and stuffed it inside. Then, after settling her pack back on, she stepped into his arms. He kissed her deeply, trailing soft kisses down her jaw. She let out a breathy sigh as his lips moved along her neck, finally reaching her chest. He kissed around each nipple, then gently sucked on one. A soft moan escaped her lips before she stepped back.
“We have a long hike, remember?” she giggled, turning and starting to walk again.
She moved out ahead again. After getting a few paces away, she turned back and gave her shoulders a quick shake, making her breasts jiggle. He laughed, more amused than turned on, but he loved the view all the same. She turned back around and walked on, holding the skirt high.
“At this point, you may as well go nude,” he joked.
She paused, glancing at him thoughtfully. Then, without a word, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed the skirt to the ground. As she bent to pick it up, another couple came into view. Amy stuffed the skirt into her bag as they approached. The pair looked about fifteen years older than Amy and John and seemed completely unfazed by the sight of a naked woman with a buttplug tail. John nodded politely as they passed. The man’s eyes lingered on Amy with obvious desire, something both Amy and John secretly loved. The woman smiled knowingly at John.
“You should join her,” she said as they passed. “I bet you look that good naked, too.”
“You do,” Amy said as the couple walked away. “And I would love to see your cock right now.”
“Your wish is my command, my love,” John replied, stripping off his clothes without hesitation.
She stepped into his arms again, her pussy brushing the top of his cock as she pressed her bare breasts against his chest. They kissed deeply as she rolled her hips, grinding against him without letting him slip inside. He could feel her slickness and ached to be inside her, but he knew her too well to try. If she wanted him inside, she wouldn’t be teasing. Amy loved to tease. After her time working at the Dust, she knew exactly how to wind a man up until orgasm felt like it might tear him apart. They didn’t always have time for that kind of slow build, so when she gave it to him, he treasured it.
She pulled away with a grin and spun, brushing her hips and that fucking tail against his tip. He groaned with need as she took his hand and started off again. They walked hand in hand, his cock jutting forward eagerly. They came across a small clearing by a creek and a waterfall, where the ferns grew thick and soft. She led him into the green and dropped to her knees. Gently, she took him into her mouth. It wasn’t a showy, porn-star suck, though she could do that, too. It was something tender, a quiet “I love you” expressed with lips and tongue. She moved slowly, pleasurably, savoring him.
He moaned low in his chest as her tongue traced a slow, deliberate path down the length of his shaft. When her lips sealed around the swollen head and began to suckle, he gasped. His hips twitched upward in reflex, already craving more. Her tongue curled beneath him, flicking and teasing that ultra-sensitive spot on the underside, and the sound that escaped him was raw, needy, completely unguarded. He knew she could feel the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock throbbed with urgency, he was close.
With a soft smile, she released him and gently tugged him down beside her, easing him onto his back in the lush ferns. The leaves crinkled beneath his weight, their scent earthy and green in the warm air. She kissed him. Deep and wet, with a hunger that made his fingers clutch at her. Then she swung one leg over him, straddling his waist, her slick warmth just brushing the tip of his cock as she positioned herself above him.
He caught her breasts in his hands and brought his mouth to her nipples, tongue swirling, lips sucking gently. She shivered at the contact, then slowly, achingly slowly, began to sink down onto him. They moaned together, their voices blending into something primal and breathless as she took him in, inch by inch, her body stretching around him, welcoming him. Her thighs trembled as he filled her completely, her breath catching when her hips finally pressed flush to his.
She lay down on top of him, her bare skin slick against his, breasts pressed to his chest, heart pounding against his ribs. And then she kissed him like she was starved for him. Like she’d wandered a desert and finally found water in his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body grinding against his with slow, greedy movements, and all around them the world was sun-drenched, silent, and thick with the smell of sex and pine and summer heat.
Her velvet heat clung tightly to him as he slid in and out of her. Their moans rose together, both desperate for release but unwilling to let it come too soon. They paused when they heard footsteps. A group jogged by on a trail nearby. Two women blushed when they realized what was happening, while the men whooped and cheered. Amy didn’t stop. If anything, she moved with more passion, drawing louder moans from them both.
She began to speed up, her movements losing rhythm, her breathing turning sharp and uneven. He knew that sound, that tension in her thighs, that wild glint in her eyes. She was close. He slid his hands to her hips and gripped them firmly. Holding her still, just for a moment, then thrust up into her with fast, urgent strokes. She cried out, her hands bracing against his chest as he took control. He’d been holding himself back for what felt like forever, riding the edge since she first knelt in the ferns and wrapped her lips around him, but now there was no stopping the storm building between them.
Her orgasm crashed through her like lightning. Her entire body seized and shuddered in his grasp. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, moaning loudly, openly, her breath hot against his skin. He felt her clench around him, tight, pulsing waves that milked his cock with every fluttering contraction. That was all it took.
He groaned, deep and guttural, as his own release surged forward, breaking through the last of his restraint. Her teeth grazed his shoulder, then sank in gently as he thrust deep and held her there, his hips jerking involuntarily. Thick, hot pulses of cum spilled inside her in heavy spurts, flooding her with everything he’d been holding back. They moved together through it. Moaning, clutching, trembling. Every breath they shared was laced with raw heat and aching need, the world around them blurring into silence.
Only her soft, sweat-damp skin remained. The weight of her body sprawled across his. Her walls still fluttering around his cock as aftershocks rippled through her. The sweet scent of her perfume, faint but clinging to her neck. The musky heat between them. The salt on her skin where his tongue had once traced. The slick, sticky warmth that now bound them together. She let out a shaky sigh and kissed his shoulder, still breathing hard, her lips damp and parted.
"I hope it takes this time," she murmured, wiggling in close as she nestled into his arms. "I don't know how many more negitive pregnacy tests I can look at."
He kissed her and said with a grin, "Don’t worry. I’m going to make damn sure you get pregnant. Even if I have to fuck you a hundred times to do it."
She laughed, her body pressing against his. "Please tell me you're not going to stop fucking me at one hundred times."
"Not until I’m dead," he said, brushing her hair back gently. "And even then, you can have it mounted and ride me into the afterlife."
She burst into laughter and gave him a playful slap on the chest. "Yuck! You are so weird."
"You married me," he said, smirking before pulling her into another kiss. "And you need to wear that tail more often."
"Oh yeah? Why’s that?"
"Because I get to see your hot ass way more when you’ve got it on." His hand slid down to her hip and gave it a soft, teasing slap.
She raised an eyebrow and stepped close again, face to face now, her voice dropping into something mock-innocent. "Well then... let’s just stop wearing clothes at home altogether."
"You got it," he said, and kissed her, slow and deep this time, lingering, their bodies still sticky with sweat and trail dust but close in that easy way only lovers with history can manage. When they finally pulled apart, she rested her head against his shoulder, eyes closed, smiling.
"Think we can hike back naked?" she asked softly.
He chuckled. "Only if we’re okay with more joggers giving me jealous looks."
"Let them," she whispered, pressing her palm to her belly. "I’m going to give them something to stare at when I'm finally showing."
They stood there for a lingering moment, wrapped in the kind of perfect, breathless silence that only comes when bodies are still humming with pleasure and hearts beat in sync. Her thighs still tingled from where he’d gripped her. His skin held the ghost of her nails, her scent still clinging to his lips like a secret.
Then, slowly, they turned, fingers intertwining without a word. Their hands fit like they were made for each other, warm and slick with shared sweat. They started down the path together, skin still flushed, legs slightly unsteady, every step a reminder of what they’d just done in the ferns. She gave him a wicked smile over her shoulder. Her intent couldn't be clearer. They were going to fuck again before they got off this trail.