In the forest – fellatio anilingus anal sex

I’ve always enjoyed traveling in a completely unexpected way – just getting around where the mood takes me and seeing what I find. It makes you a little vulnerable, but if you have confidence in yourself and the belief that you are going to be okay, surprises can be fun.

On this occasion, I was in Canada, which is a great place if you love nature and natural and untouched women, which I do. I arrived in Toronto and took a train out of town to a small town, just to see what happened.

I arrived at a motel in a wooded area in the middle of nowhere and helped myself with all the literature I could find, planning to make some visits the next day. It was all lakes and hunting lodges and fishing trips.

Right next to the motel was a bar that sold food so I went there and had a hamburger and a beer. There was no one else there, just the young waitress, who was eager to get all my details – where I came from and so on – because, I guess, there was so little action around there that meeting a stranger was an exciting event.

“Me? Not. I’ve never been anywhere,” she said when I turned the table on her. “I’m needed to run this place and take care of my parents. They’re pretty old now. I was an accident, I guess. Late in life. But it’s good, I have a life. I’ll be out in a day, but in the meantime, I’m counting on interesting strangers. She put her hand on mine and smiled in the distance.

“There’s a party tonight,” she said. “My Uncle John, just up the road. He often has things on Friday nights. Would you like that?

I didn’t know if she was lining me up to fuck her, as I had heard from women in remote areas, like the Inuit, apparently, getting their claws in any male that came along because there might not be another one along for a long time and a woman needs to be fucked.

I’d be happy with that, I thought, and she was probably of legal age. I decided to ask her anyway, so a few minutes later I had time to get there in a subtle way and she said she was eighteen.

“I look younger,” she says, brandishing her driver’s license and knowing why I asked the question. Her name was Marianne.

“With two n and one e, ” she said. “A lot of French influence around here.”

The place closed at 10pm and she drove me to her uncle’s house, which was little more of a large cabin in the woods. She introduced me to him and his friends, all types of robust, mostly bearded and overweight countries. Marianne was the only woman there.

Then she whispered in John’s ear and they laughed and he nodded it. She took me to a bedroom at the back of the house and wrapped herself around me as much as a small person can. I was right: she was determined to take some action while the going was good. She undressed unceremoniously and sat down on the bed, her leg bent down her knee and turned outwards, so that I could see the small forest of pubic hair.

I took off my clothes and joined her on the bed. I kissed her gently and she pulled me to make it stronger, while her hand found my cock and jerked me off briskly. She took my right hand and pulled it around her back and into her crack. I played with her in there as she loved our kisses.

Put your finger up my, she whistled. I forced and she somehow widened her hole to leave my figure in I pushed as far as possible and she murmured.

“Yes, that’s good. Do you want me to suck you?

It’s a question that doesn’t really need an answer, and she didn’t wait for one. She pulled out of our embrace and slipped down to take my cock into her mouth, gently massaging my balls as she did.

Her long brown hair was separated in the middle and she had a natural and peaceful femininity that did not depend on regular afternoons in the beauty salon. I was reading her character through her scalp and I felt she was transmitting to me that way too.

She sucked me with a kind of devotion, even if it could not have been in my honor. I felt she was just devoted to being a good woman and being good for a nice man, which I hoped she thought I was.

After a good five minutes, she came to get some fresh air and said, “Let’s go fuck.”

I was about to climb on the sex surfboard face to face when she reached into a hidden shelf and produced a condom and some lubricant.

In my, she said, sensing my perplexity.

“Really?” he said. I said, surprised at the invitation to do what was normally required.

My is for when I get married, she says. “And I haven’t found the guy yet.”

“Okay,” I said, “even if no answer was expected.”

Marianne raised her legs in the air and exposed her little, a precious and delicate thing that made her female neighbor this enormous favor. I really didn’t want to fuck her there and she felt my reluctance.

“It’s good, I like it,” she says. “Go slowly at first. I’m only small, remember.

Little stature she could have been, but she had a huge heart and a good sized brain. She was ready for me, but I needed to do something first. I lay between his legs with my cock everywhere, I didn’t care. What I wanted to do was kiss her, and I did. Tenderly. Lovingly. We kissed like lovers, not animals – not just animals other than humans kissing, but I mean it wasn’t directly related to sex. We gave ourselves a piece of ourselves through our mouths and tongues.

Marianne understood that.

“God, you’re a nice guy,” she said. Too nice for your own good, have you ever thought of that?”

I moved so that I was slightly on my knees and better able to direct operations.

“Marianne,” I said quietly. “I respect what you do regarding your pussy, but can I please just wipe my cock between my lips and get some of your juice on me?”

She probably looked at me.

“I promise you,” I added, “and his face softens.”

“Okay,” she murmured. “Just a little windshield wiper.”

I did what we agreed, fighting against the temptation to dive into her femininity. With my right hand, I simply located his lips and got the head of my cock between them, then quickly (actually not so quickly) he dragged up, like taking a swab. At the top, I found myself resting against her clitoris, so I swung my cock through it a couple of times.

“I know,” she bellows. “I wish you were, but you can’t. We Do. Unless we got married very quickly. One of the guys in there is a minister, but…

“It’s all right, Marianne,” I said helplessly.  “I don’t want to ruin anything.”

“And I ‘m offering something as an alternative,” she smiles. “Something not to sneeze.”

I’m going to try not to sneeze at your, I said. “But I’d like to lick it.”

“Okay,” she said cheerfully. “It almost sounds like a proposal, the way you said it.”

Did you, Thomas, take this orifice to be your legitimate precious? I said very well. Marianne turned slowly on her lap and played her part.

I give you my, she said. We call it an here. For you to do what you like with.

“Thank you, my dear,” said I leaned into his bottom and licked his anus.

“Fuck,” she said after a few seconds. “If I had known it was like this, I might have included it in my wedding arrangements. You’re the first one who’s ever been there.

“Of course you want me to fuck you there?” I asked.

“You’d do better,” she said, “or I’ll break some kind of vow on my own.”

I put the condom on and smeared with lubricant in it.

“On my back,” said she, wriggling and presenting me again with her little jewel. I pushed my dick against her and he gave in slightly.

“Come in,” she says firmly. I pressed again and jumped into her back passage and she moaned softly. I fucked her gently, deeper and deeper, then coming out and coming back across the ring a few times, each of them elicited a groan of pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” she said after a while. “And you know what I want? I want you to squeal, take off the condom and in my crack.

“That sounds very romantic,” I said, doing what I was told. I positioned myself behind her and quickly jerked off, touching her buttocks with my fingers. When I came, it was with a glorious torrent of that ran into its crack.

“I come,” she cried, writhing with ecstasy until her nerves were done with her.

“Can you wipe me?”

Well cleaned, we lay down together, her in my arms as if she was always made to be there.

“How long do you stay?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “It was supposed to be just a day or two, but if I have company in my lonely motel room, maybe I can stay longer.”

“As long as you want,” she laughs. “We have something here, don’t you think?”

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In the forest