That Time I was Fucked in a Forest

Hello new friends! (Best foot forward, right?)

I've spent the last, idk, two years? writing stories to feature my girlfriend, written for my girlfriend. All the characters were us. And soon, I couldn't stop writing about us. I don't mean as a compulsion, but I started feeling like any scenarios we wouldn't actually try were not a creative option anymore. She has told me: this is ridiculous.

Time to try something waaaaay off the beaten path (<- watch out, I'm hilarious).

I give you Clara Jane's naughty debut: That Time I was Fucked in a Forest.

(I know, I know. You read the title. Just... okay?)

Oh, don't forget so smash those stars and send me messages. I do this so I can talk to people. Even if you hate it, tell me why! I'm subby, not fragile.

x.o.

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He watches from the picnic bench, eyes like coals set in a weathered face covered with salt and pepper stubble. He's holding a steaming aluminum coffee cup. Under normal circumstances, I might assume he was simply expressing a hiker's meditative chill, perhaps wish him a good morning, exchange a pleasantry about trail conditions. But this isn't normal circumstances. He, in his puffy vest and worn jeans - sip of coffee - is watching me masturbate.

My girlfriend and I have been backpacking this trail for two days. She'd intended to have a substantial amount of sex, but that was never happening. I've been backpacking dozens of times, and the demands it places on a person, mentally and physically... Not terribly conducive to sexy-sexy times. Anna was determined to fuck in the woods, though.

That's her beside me, snoring her ass off while sit back on my heels and play with my tits in front of a stranger in a forest campsite.

Let's back it up a minute.

Day one (a.k.a. yesterday), soooo much of Anna's breath was spent detailing the ways she was going to fuck me that night, asking when we would stop so I could go down on her, so she could return the favor. We stopped six times, and she always huffed, wiped the sweat from her brow, and said 'right, we'll do it on the next one'.

Night one, I had the energy and felt ready for some naked fun, but Anna was asleep before she'd finished zipping up her sleeping bag. So I scooted down in my own bedroll, masturbated, and fell to sleep smiling at her cute, dirt-smudged nose.

On day two, we started trading trail positions with a couple somewhere in their fifties - I introduced you to one half of this pair in the first paragraph. Fit in the way of triathlon winners, I was a little surprised Anna and I could keep their pace at all. Anna and I weren't really athletic on the daily, but often enough, we do a bit of running, yoga, swimming, all in an effort to give us more endurance for our own triathlons.

Fucking. I'm talking about fucking. Yes, there are three events, and no, I'm not explaining them right now. You're a pervert like me; I'm sure you can work it out.

When I casually suggested a two-week hike along the A.T., Anna jumped at it. She was always looking for adventures, and there were only so many ways to rope me to our bed frame. Topping that, Anna was probably a druid in a past life, and the flora we might encounter was justification enough for her. She also really liked rocks. Like, a lot.

We'd prepared poorly for the hike, but I know what I'm doing, have good equipment, and picked a leg of the A.T. with plenty of clustered public access points in case we tapped out early. Plus, as I mentioned, Anna was determined to fuck me (ready for this?): in our tent, in a stream, on a fallen tree trunk, on the shore of a river, IN a river, under a waterfall, and on a sleeping bag under the stars. I told her this was ludicrous, owed as much to her unrealistic specificity as to the likelihood we'd be exhausted. I suggested she back off to a minimum of mutual masturbation, though any of the other wish-fucks she had in mind were on the table, opportunity and energy permitting. This appeased her throbbing libido enough that she allowed me to remove the dildos from the hiking packs.

This morning, Anna and I encountered the Iron Couple for the first time as we passed a trail entrance. Their packs were leaning against the trail marker, and they were checking their map. The blonde woman didn't seem to notice us, but Mr. Rugged looked up as we were passing, and his triple-take made me purse my lips to avoid grinning.

Anna is usually the draw. She's short and curvy with fuck-me eyes and dick-sucking-lips. But she also throws blackmagic-throatpunch-goth vibes... Fuck, I think that's so hot. She means to look dangerous, with the side of her head shaved and all her piercings and macabre ink, but she couldn't hide her charisma if she wore a paper bag. Unless she's trail hiking apparently, because halfway through this morning she turned into a marching zombie. I get the feeling we'll be tapping out by day four.

Me? No, no. I throw hard yoga mom. People get confused when they see Anna holding my hand. Not because we're gay but because I look so wholesome compared to her. I'm taller with natural breasts that seem small for my frame, you know, like a trans girl. I have decent hips and bubble butt. I keep my sandy-brown curls in my signature ponytail. Anna says I have a pout that makes me look like a brat and a smile that erases it. I might do alright pulling a wandering eye, but I'm invisible next to Anna.

Mr. Rugged didn't look at her, though. He looked at me. And he kept looking until we passed. And I kept looking because he kept looking. And I really hope the severe flush in my cheeks looked like exertion.

Even then, I thought, nah. I imagined it. Then Anna said, "Holy shit that guy wants to fuck you."

"I don't think so. Did you see that woman he was with? Oof."

"Why do you do that?" she asked. "Why do you always downplay when someone is into you?"

"Because I have a soulmate already."

Anna cooed at that, but only for a moment. "Awwww but also I'd watch him fuck you."

"Stop it."

"Babe, when are you going to just let it happen?"

We'd been over this. A lot actually. My body doesn't generally grant access to someone I'm not romantically attached to. I once held hands with a girl I wasn't sure I was interested in, and I felt physically ill.

She shook her head. "Your porn history doesn't lie."

I knew we shouldn't have shared that account, but this conversation felt like old hat at that point.

"And you watch guys fucking trans girls half the time." She lifted a brow. "Babe, it's not your fault we met before you came out. Scratch the itch for fuck's sake, and if you don't like it, move on."

I glared at her and said, "And what if I love it?"

"Pppftt, of course you will, you slut."

"Anyway," I said, "you'd have to hold my hand the entire time. That's not hot."

"No, it's romantic."

"Romantic watching some guy pound your girlfriend's ass?"

She pushed a low branch aside. "You said you'd be cool if I ate another pussy."

"No, I said I'd understand. I don't have all those bits and flavors. If you need to get it, I'd understand. I didn't say I wouldn't be jealous."

"She was pretty hot, though," Anna added. "Back there."

"Ms. Rugged?" I said. "Super agree."

"You've got better legs, though."

"I have fatter legs."

"Isn't that what I said?"

Memories scatter as Mr. Rugged takes another sip of his coffee. My knees settle on the fabric of my sleeping bag as I spread my legs wider, my petite, leaking princess wand peeking out the leg of my short shorts. I hold open one side of my unzipped hoodie, and roll my large, pink nipples between my opposite thumb and forefinger.

Fuck that feels amazing. And it feels twice as good with someone watching. I want to touch my clitty spot, but a thespian to the end, I simply circle and flick my nipple until I'm breathing harder, heat filling my cheeks, and pre-cum drools from my little hole in a constant string to pool on my sleeping bag.

I want to wake Anna. I want her to see. This is HER fantasy after all. But there's something about having this grizzled man's attention all to myself... The performer in me is such a greedy bitch.

It's not like I expect we'll fuck or anything. Who knows what his wife or girlfriend or whoever she is would think of this little show. I think, knowing that we probably won't fuck makes me even more confident. I've never been with a man. I've wanted to! But... okay, I know you're not gonna believe this... I'm a little shy. The rest of my confidence comes from the hunger in his eyes, the one I saw while I was squatting beside the tent to pee.

Had I seen him there, I would have probably hurried off into the woods, but I was oblivious. Hell, had I seen him there, I would have jumped ten feet and shrieked. Something about the calm of a morning wee stayed my startle response. And of course, once he'd seen my little lady poking out the leg of my short shorts, spilling morning relief into the mud... the pussy was out of the bag. I couldn't finish peeing, which I hate. But I didn't exactly feel like I could keep peeing either. When I moved the leg of my shorts to cover my clit, I held her an extra second, and he licked his lips. My nipples hardened into pink pebbles, and I knew I was going further.

This isn't a huge campsite, and though it is marked on the trail map, there's only the two tents here. Anna and I must have been fully asleep before they arrived and pitched their site. I wonder if they (he) knew who had camped here...

My lips and cheeks have got to be cherry red at this point. Who the fuck knows how insane my hair looks. And after a two days on the trail, we're all smelling quite... um... human. Mr. Rugged is reaching... oh. Oh fuck. He's reaching for his zipper. Both my nipples harden at once, and my princess wand - who is usually not standing at attention unless she's in Anna's mouth - has gone fully hard. It's painful. The ache from all those blood vessels my estrogen-filled body knows I don't need, constricted and unable to take this much engorgement. I don't care, though. Anna's done a lot worse to me with a riding crop and a strap-on. That pain is exquisite. This is better.

He thumbs his pants and pushes them down to reveal a pair of shear, lacy black panties. I'm transfixed. The grin on his face reminds me of my throbbing clitty, and when I get two fingers against my c-spot and another on my nipple, my thighs start twitching.

Mr. Rugged pulls the panties aside and rolls out his veined cock with a grace I've never seen in a man. I don't really notice the panties anymore. Just the bulge of his bicep and the purple shine of his cock head as he wraps a huge hand around his stiffness. This is all man. This is a man that's not afraid to do what he wants, take what he wants. And the way he's looking at me, I know exactly what he wants. He spits on his cock and starts to smear it along his shaft.

My gut churns as we touch ourselves together, my tits rising higher as I arch my back. I side-eye Anna. I need her awake. I can't... be like this without her. I'm suddenly afraid I'm going to throw up; I need her anchoring me. My person, my forever, the one that keeps me from falling, keeps me safe. Pinching and pulling my nipples across from this svelte creature, something in my core whispers a warning.

I slowly sit more upright on my knees and free my turgid little lady, biting my lip. A slight breeze kisses her pink throat, and she answers, drooling clear, sweet pre-cum.

At one corner, Mr. Rugged's mouth curves into a smirk. With a deep exhale, he stares at my princess wand, and strokes himself faster.

I mean to reach for Anna, but I can't stop rubbing my tits, letting my clitty throb in the morning air with each unbidden undulation of my hips. He's licking his lips, and holy fuck even the way he strokes himself with is fist is... I feel another rivulet of chill of pre-cum escaping my little peehole.

Forcing myself to look away, I reach over and push Anna's dark hair behind her ear which I then stroke and stimulate until she stirs.

She smiles and hums, extending her body as much as she can without raising her arms. "Mmm, baby," she says. "You're always so sweet when you want me to fuck you."

"Baby," I whisper. "We have an audience."

Anna's eyes snap open, and she does this rocking, neck-only lunge thing that looks like it would cause whiplash. Mr. Rugged isn't fazed in the least, and that fucker... grins and takes a sip of coffee without arresting his slow, firm pumping. Anna looks at his cock, looks at my wand, back at his cock, back at my wand.

The grin on her face and the stars in her eyes send a thrill through my body, and my pixie stick throbs, another glob of fluid oozing out of me. Anna reaches out from her sleeping bag and wipes my pre-cum with her index finger then licking it like a delicacy. I can't see the look she gives Mr. Rugged when she looks over at him, but I know that look. I've seen it before. Narrowed eyes, challenging smirk. No one is going to touch me without her say-so.

Though, I'm not sure where I suddenly got the idea there'd be any touching.

Crawling out of her bag, my dark lover tosses her thick, black mane over one shoulder and lowers her face to my pink clitty, easily taking the entirety of my feminine length into her warm mouth. She hums with pleasure as she often does when I'm slick with salty-sweet arousal and my tart girl scent fills her nostrils. The sound she makes in her throat is guttural, more animal than human, and I stroke her hair softly as the tongue sliding down to my glitter pouch causes me to pant.

Mr. Rugged is stroking away, his own look now ravenous. His forward-leaning posture the pondering of a potential challenger. His coffee cup is on the table now. He's paused is strokes and seems to be... pulling at his balls. I've heard of this... edging and ball pulling leads to blowing bucket-loads of cum.

Anna sucks me once more, her mouth lifting off with a slurp. The way she stares at him and thumbs the saliva from her chin is mesmerizing.

"Well, then my love," she says, her honied alto licking my ears. "Shall we get your asshole ready?" She arches a single brow, the same thing she does when she shows me a new dildo or suggests something potentially painful.

With the shuddering exhale, I nod my consent. Jesus fuck oh hell I'm so turned on. I might cum while she's getting me ready! I have no doubt when my ass is offered to him, he's going to fuck me.

Fucking hell.

She grabs a handful of my messy morning curls and turns my ass to face Mr. Rugged. Pushing me onto all fours, she wraps her fingers around my little femme package, stroking me slowly. When she slaps my ass, twice on each cheek, I pitch forward onto my chest like a good little slut and reach back to spread my cheeks. I'm SO glad I washed off in the little stream last night, just in case Anna wanted to fuck.

From across the campsite, I hear a wet sound. I don't have time to think about it because the sound of a cap snapping open on the lube bottle makes my pelvic floor twitch, and I exhale reflexively. Anna has been training my ass for over a year, and my body knows the signals, responds. I anticipate two of her lubed fingers pushing inside my pink pucker, but instead it's her tongue.

Wait... that's...

The stubble stabbing at the tender skin of my rear crease is enough to know what's happened... and who exactly is pressing his tongue against my opening. A rough hand reaches between my legs and grips, a thumb pushing my natural lube around the clitty spot under my wand head. His tongue is huge, and I feel it pressing against my dark opening, urging me to open, to release... And just like that, my well-trained sphincter begins to admit him. He moans at that.

Anna's breathy, aroused voice is a warm safety blanket around me. "Oh, that's so hot."

Mr. Rugged flicks his powerful tongue down my taint to suck on my glitter pouch. Fffffuck. "Mmm... Your girlfriend tastes amazing."

"Thank you," says Anna.

"What's her name?" he asks.

"Toy," she says. "Isn't that right, Toy?"

My voice catches in my throat as I struggle make sound... "Nnnnnggyes." It's mostly air, but Anna oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh... He has my wand stretched back toward him, his mouth sucking and slurping.

"Fuck," his says, his mouth full of me, "fuck you're delicious." I hear the click of the lube bottle again, and this time large, rough fingers smear slick fluid all over my opening. Those two fingers circle my ridges but a moment before pushing inside me, just as he takes me deep into his mouth.

My back arches, and Anna's hand pushes my head back down to the sleeping back. I'm panting now.

Mr. Rugged pulls off me with a pop. "I'm gonna fuck her, you know that right?" Long fingers drive inside me and quickly locate my p-spot like a heatseeking missile. I feel the pressure of orgasm building in my core.

"I had hoped so," says Anna. And I... oh my.

He laughs, and I hear rustling before his mouth takes me in once more. He pumps my clittycock in and out of his mouth. I can feel him yanking his own staff as he gets me off. He mutters with a mouth full of my cocklette. "You're gonna cum for me first, Toy. Aren't you? Dirty girl. You like this?" His tongue presses against my piss hole, as if he's trying to tongue fuck my urethra, and I think I'm going to scream in ecstasy.

Anna knows I want to be used like this. It's fantasy I share with her often enough. Watching a man fuck me is her fantasy, but Toy? Unnnf. Yes. Oh gods yes. Nice touch, Anna.

"Ohh," Anna moans again. And then she flops down next to me on her back, cheeks ruddy. "Hell yes." A woman, Mr. Rugged's partner, her fit, naked body ridged with lean muscle, climbs onto of my girlfriend and starts licking her throat.

OHMYFUCKINGGODTHAT'SHOT.

My hips are grinding now, and that hot mouth is working me like an expert trained in the sexual arts. Then he holds me in his hand and licks my underside, up and down. Fingers deep in my ass (three fingers?), he says, "You're gonna blow that girl load in my mouth. Let me taste all the pretty juice from that pretty pink cock." He growls before sucking me into to his mouth again.

My hips are bucking now, and this man's mouth won't relent. Anna is amazing, easily the most inventive and generous lover. I would never trade her oral sex skills for the world! But... this man's sheer power is... is......... IS... "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg!!!!"

A sleeping bag muting my scream, I feel cum pulsing out of me, and his tongue swirling, his mouth sucking, and the waves of climax make my mouth water, make my asshole throb around his fingers, harden my nipples, curl my toes. He emits a low, throaty chuckle as I shudder. All the while he continues his greedy sucking.

Then I HEAR him swallow! Fffuuuuuckinghell.

"That's it," says the woman. "Drink it all down. My insatiable slut." And Ms. Rugged glides down my girlfriend's body, yanking Anna's shorts and panties off in one smooth go. I can smell the sour of her hot, damp pussy immediately, and my mouth aches to taste her.

Anna looks at me pink-faced and mouths, "Is this okay?"

For certain, I truly believed in a moment like this, I would be all jealousy. Insecure, ready to puke or cry or both. But I didn't expect a fit mountain man to be drinking my cum at the time.

I smile in the orgasmic post glow and nod, but I don't have much time to contemplate Anna's relief as Mr. Rugged is pushing a fourth finger into me. Ouch. Ouch ouch. That one hurts, but the climax is still receding, and I can't seem to care all that much about the pain.

Finally, my little lady is left to swing freely, but she doesn't really. Still too swollen, and me aroused for a very different reason.

Anna is already moaning. From this angle, I can see little more than the crown of the woman's head, but Anna's grinding into it. My girlfriend reaches across the small space between us and grabs my nearest breast, pinching and pulling my nipple. I bite the fabric of the sleeping bag but quickly go back to watching her face.