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It's devilin and welcome to another episode of Wild in
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is best enjoyed laying on your bed, So just lay
back on your bed, put your earbuds in. This is
your time, your time to relax, to enjoy deep and
sensual pleasure. So when you're ready, take a nice, deep
breath and just let go of all the stress of
the day. Close your eye. That's it, and just relax
and let my voice wash over you. The afternoon sun
warms Vicki's face. Its soft glow seduces her to relax
a little more. The morning had gone well enough, but
accommodated in a conversation with her housemates about sex, one
of those conversations which always made her feel really uncomfortable
and stressed. It wasn't she didn't have a sex life,
it was just it was centered around her fingers or
vibrated collection, which was now growing daily. And her housemates
were well, so active and not shut in howling their
delights of pleasure. But Vickie had particular needs, very definite desires,
lust that she had suspected when she was younger, but
ignored them, suppressed her needs, pretended that vanilla sex was
good enough. In the past twelve months and starting her
house share and hearing their activities, they had come into
full focus. The need that had been a distant ache
burns like a wildfire now within her. No longer was
it a want, It was a need, pure and simple.
Nothing else could satisfy her. The path through the park
lazily meanders through the shrubs and flowers, the gentle buzzing
of the bees and the blooms, the colors of the
butterflies flitting from flower to flower, and the gentle breeze,
the sounds of children somewhere off in the distance playing.
All this should have been so relaxing. She should have
been able to sit on a bench and just soak
up the atmosphere, enjoy the sun and the tranquility of
the afternoon. And maybe a few weeks ago she would have,
But not to day. To day she was determined and focused,
fueled by salacious need. To day, she knew where she
needed to go, or at least she had a damn
good idea. To day she could resist the need no longer.
The shrubs pulled at her wrap around skirt as she
moves off the beaten path, leaving the normal area of
the public behind her, leaving behind the distant sounds of
children and family playing, of dogs barking, leaving the afternoon
sun to force a path into the dark woods, the
sounds of civilized society becoming a distant backdrop to her
lustful intent. The broad leaves on the shrubs still dripped
with the last raindrops from an earlier shower. Hidden away
under the canopy, away from the heat of the sun,
The cool water on the leaves caressed through her thin shirt,
teasing at her skin, exciting the flames of her passion
still higher. When a wayward twig brushed across her a
rec nipple forceilly, she could not resist the moment that
threatened in her throat. Goosebumps electrified her skin, forcing the
ache between her thighs to grow. It was almost as
if the undergrowth in the woods was trying to seduce her,
as her skirt was brushed aside by the damp leaves,
caressing her thighs with long, wicked lashes of their rough texture,
her thighs tensing at their touch, her pussy clenching in
anticipation of the caress going higher, the leaves, the twigs
confusing her lust fueled desire. If she had stopped and
enjoyed the sensations, she knew she could surrender to a
fantasy of a passionate lover spanking her thighs and caressing
them with long, delicious moves of its tongue. If she
had stopped, she could have pleasured herself here in the
dark caven of the trees, But she knew that would
only be a temporary relief, a fleeting satisfaction, and then
the vice like grip of this lust would embrace her
once again. She needed to know how real it was.
Was it just a fantasy that would lose its shine
once she had experienced it, or was it something more
powerful than anything she had experienced before. She needed to know,
one way or the other this was going to happen
to day. As she forces her way through the thick shrubbery,
the leaves pulling at her skirt, pushing the folds apart.
A thick twig drags along her panties, pushing at the
throbbing sensation pulsing her lips. A thick leaf traces a
wickedly cold path along the softly lace material, its cold
moisture only fueling the burning in a pussy even more,
its painfully slow movement sending trembles through her whole body,
Her white cotton shirt seemed like a good idea while
getting dressed, what could be better on a swarm, sunny afternoon.
But now pushing through the damp foliage, Vickie was also
aware of how the wat soft material clung to her,
teasing her body as if a lover had been kissing
her over every inch of her naked flesh, arousing her.
The farther she walked into the woods, the more a
row she became. Anticipation burns through her, the memory of
last week and the week before at this very time,
fueling the ache burning between her thighs. Finally, she breaks
through some shrubbery to a grassy secluded area. The canopy
of trees opens above to expose her to the glare
of the afternoon sun. Taking a seat on the large
rock protruding from the grass, Vicky edges the hem of
her skirt upper thighs, the warm sun caressing her soft skin,
deventing her that little bit more. She gasps as a
cool breeze caresses the damp material of her panties, now
fully exposed to the air, closing her eyes to enjoy
the pleasure of a salacious moon that drips from her lips,
soft voices, whispering, and the rustling of shrubs a little
way off break a spell. Automatically, her hand moves between
her thighs, caressing her wet passion through the soft lace
of her panties. Just slowly, her fingers slide up and
down her lips, unicating to them her anticipation of the
next moment, her recently discovered desire to watch a couple
in the most intimate moments, to indulge her fantasy about
joining them, man and woman, enjoying the delights of her
body without delay, Her thighs tremble with desire, with need,
squeezing them tied around her hand to try and control
the passion growing in her body. As a couple break
through the undergrowth into a grassy area, Vicky shifts on
a stone to ensure her secret view through the window
in the bushes. Confident that she was hidden enough not
to be discovered, she settles for her afternoon a voyeuristic pleasure.
The woman dances across the grass, turning gracefully on her
toes as she pulls a man into the open glade.
Giggling coily. She looks up at him through her hair
in a manner that Vicky can only describe as seductive.
Her tan legs glists in with the moisture from the
journey through the woods, somehow sparkling in the afternoon sun.
Vicky is suddenly aware of her own tongue tracing a
desirous path over her lips as her eyes drift up
and down the women's legs, forcibly, stopping at the hem
of her short summer skirt, just long enough to cover
her panties, but short enough to expose the soft curves
of her legs. The woman smiles again as she pulls
her man towards her, his arms grasping around her body,
pulling her hard against him. For a moment, they stare
into each other's eye. Not a word, not a sound
passes between them, Oblivious to the world. They are lost
in some silent conversation. His hands move up her back,
pulling her hard against him, his head dipping, embracing her
lips with a passionate and deep kiss. As Vicky watches
his hands move across the back of her neck, her
fingers begin moving faster along her panties, mirroring the rhythm.
In perfect motion, his hands move over the woman's breasts,
massaging them firmly, mimicking him to perfection. Vicki's hands grasp
but her breast, pinching her ring nipples through her shirt involuntarily.
She gasps as she watches his hand firmly move between
her thighs. Vicki's own fingers slide along the side of
her Panti's pushing the lace aside as she plunges deeply
inside herself, her pussy, sucking along the length of her fingers,
her juices dripping across her hand down her thighs. Watching
the motion of his arms, Vicky thrusts into her sex
in perfect time with his hand, imagining his fingers inside
of her, massaging every inch of her pussy, her core
clutching with need, sucking at his fingers as they slide
in and out of her pussy, stretching her lips, teasing
at her clip. The woman moans loudly as she fumbles
with his belt hurriedly and clumsily. Her fingers unleash his waistband,
allowing his pants to drop to the ground, exposing his
beautiful erection to the afternoon sun. Pulling back from their kiss,
the woman watches his expression intensely as her hands grasp
around his heart cock, rubbing up and down it, slowly
teasing its very end, forcing her ground from his lips.
Vicky's fingers teas around her aching click, flicking it firmly
with her thumb nail before tracing a slow line around it,
forcing her body to convulse with need, before plunging her
fingers deep and hard back into a wanton pussy, massaging
at her front wall, forcing tremors up and down her body.
Her toes grasp at the inside of her shoes as
she feels that familiar sensation moving up her legs. The
lady drops to her knees, flicking her hair to one side.
Her tongue quickly finds its shaft, tezing up and down
its length. Vicky moans to herself, echoing his desire as
a woman's lips slip over the head of his throbbing cock.
Fuck her please, Vicky whispers to herself, wantonly, holding her
body on the edge of an intense or chasm, watching
the woman's head move up and down his shaft, his
body trembling with desire, his growls of passion becoming louder
and louder. Vicky bites her own lip, stifling a loud
moan as she watches every second of the show in
front of her. Obviously sensing he is near coming, the
woman stands and turns. Leaning against a tree stump. She bends,
inviting him to enter her, guiding him inside as his
hands grasp at her hips. The woman's hand lingers between
her thighs. Vicky imagines her rubbing her own clip as
her fingers search out that point of pleasure in her panties.
Vicky's fingers moves over her clad Her body trembles as
her orgasm moves through her thighs, her body tensing and
anticipation of the satisfaction yet to come. As his head
rocks back and he releases a loud growl, Vicky's body
explodes in a delicious orgasm, her legs twisting around each
other as the orgasm moves through her body, her back arching,
she rocks backwards and falls off the rock, banging her
head against an unseen stone in the grass, crying in pain,
before the world goes dark. As her eyes blink open,
the blurred fell of unconsciousness slipping from her vision, two
shapes moving around her through the blur of her senses.
She can hear muffled voices, honey, she's moving, opening her
eyes fully. A woman called Near stood over her, one
foot either side of Vicki's head, like a waking dream.
Vicki's eyes are drawn up her thighs to the white,
salacious cream and dripping down her leg automatically. Vicky moans
in desire as her eyes settle on the woman's wet panties,
even in the shadow of her skirt, they glisten with
beautiful pleasure. Without thinking, Vicki's hand moves down towards her
own thighs, but finding her path blocked by a man
sat across her, his pants still unbuckled. Somehow, Vicki's hands
land on his semi erect cock, grasping it without thinking.
Feeling its robbing heat in her hand, Vicky begins massaging
it firmly. Please, she whispers, her other and moving up
Panny's legs. No longer satisfied with just watching, desire burns
through her body. I want to taste you, she muands
with urgent passion. Penny smiles as she lifts up her skirt,
kneeling over Vicki's wanton lips. As she moves the soft
material of her panties to one side, exposing her naked
pussy and that perfectly pink triangle of salicious pleasure. Penny
lets out a loud mona's. Vicki's tongue flicks hungrily across it,
sucking the cum from between her lips, her tongue exploring
every beautiful inch. Sensing the man's cock growing in her hands,
she stops tasting Penny for a moment and whispers, fuck
me please. Without waiting, he shifts his weight further down
her body, pushing her legs apart and moving her panties
to one side before thrusting deep and hard into a pussy,
his thumb rubbing her clit As he thrusts mercilessly into Vickie,
stretching her lips around the girth of his heart cock.
Her body tenses in desires. She hungrily heats at Penny's click,
tasting the man all over the lips of her pussy,
savoring it as her tongue explores deeper and deeper, flicking, tasting, exploring,
grasping at the grass. Vickie can feel her orgasm rising again,
Wrapping her legs around the man, pulling him on to her,
forcing him to thrust deeper harder as he pinches her
click gently, her pussy clutches at him. The ache inside
Vicki's core becomes a swirling and intense burning spreading over
her body. Petty's hands move over her breast, pinching her
burning nipples as she rides her face, grasping at her breast.
Her thighs tents around Vicki's head. Vicky consents Penny's orgasm
rising through her body, fueling her to eat hungrily at
Penny's pussy, wanting to taste it. As Vicki's body tenses
with the burning pleasure moving through her, her pussy stretching
across the man's gurth as he growls loudly, his thumb
vicious on Vicki's glitters. Her orgasm expands over her body,
her back arcing with need for satisfaction. His fingers grasped
tightly on her thighs as he explodes inside of her,
triggering her own explosion at pleasure. As Vickie comes along
the length of his cock, watching at it as he
continues to thrust in and out of her throbbing pussy,
sucking Penny's clip between her teeth. Penny box in passion
and erupts an orgasm, Vicki's tongue tasting every drop of pleasure,
diving deep into a trembling pussy, exploring hungrily, her body
quivering with every flick of her tongue. You two look beautiful,
the man says, between gas are satisfaction. My name's Ian,
by the way, I'm Vicky, she whispers, trying to catch
a breath. Penny slides next to her, her body still
trembling with pleasure. Idly, she teases a finger around Vicky's nipple,
watching the shudder of satisfaction with over her face. As
Vicky giggles, Penny whispers, we saw you watching us last
week and the week before. That's why we kept coming back.
It was such a turn on having you watch us,
to see you touching yourself. Even slides on the other
side of Vicki, putting his arms around her, pulling them
both closer together, their bodies trembling imperfect symphony. Same time
next week, is it, he whispers playfully. Vicky smiles and
nods before closing her eyes and relaxing into the afterglow.
Moving between their bodies, and as her eyes blink open,
the pain in her head nothing more than a dull ache.
She is alone on the grass, her legs still on
the rock, her body feeling so confused but so satisfied
as she pauses for a moment, and deciding to lay
here for a little longer, alone but purely satisfied, and
enjoy the caress of the afternoon sun over her trembling body. Well,
I hope you enjoyed that little story, and you are
now suitably ready for her bed. As always, it's been
a lot of fun joining you in bed until next week,
and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil
in wild wishing you solicious dreams.
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